Osiris with a Trombone Across the Seam of Insubstance

A fast march of words on a spree to derail the restrictions and constrictions of their meanings; ok, so maybe not a howl, but a cry of freedom, harkening and heartening the thought of an escape from the Manacles of Utility and the iron crowns of ideologies; perhaps to grant permission(s), while con-currently indulging in the vicious lassitude of conquering nations; a floating on the furious waves with Huidobro, Beckett, Goytisolo, Whitman, and not drowning. The former fabric of a word-tatte...