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A little further up, at the bottom of the slope, there
is more humidity. There I find thallophytes feeding on the felled and
rotting trunks:
Hat-shaped polyparies.
Coriolus like open fans.
Fistuline in ox-liver blood-red.
A clearly defined extra-artistic writing, which refers
us to other writing like a reflecting screen. Trunk have a body!
How could a work of art not have one?
Mushrooms give no quarter and notably increase the
dimensions of their own fleshy mass: the
body of the trunk will disappear».
The double-bottom of the abyss opens and we only write
in the lower parts where there is moisture: on moisture.
In spite of its having a complex natural topological
structure we might have felt the temptation to consider it as a
self-enclosed system; but there is nothing of the kind: every living
organism is open and constantly refers us to another, even if it has a
very different ideological structure; and these mushrooms are the
mimesis that pedagogically explains our closest relationships to us,
drawing what we explore on the walls.
On the other hand, these germinal analogies should not
be understood as metaphors of sprouts and buds either, nor should they
be considered as the imaginative exuberance of forms.
The germ of an incision in the wall will be just an
excuse to write upon these open, grafted structures, leaving in them
signs beyond our nature and forcing the walls to bloom.
Leaving aside any symbology, is Art not in itself a
grafted Nature whose branches have to be incised?
Shoot grafting.
Cleft grafting.
Scion grafting.
Mushroom grafting.
Splice grafting.
Si de grafting.
Budding shield.
Elbow grafting.
Water grafting.
In Water and Dreoms, Bachelard says: What we
most love in man is what can be written about him».
Con whot connot be written be lived?
Therefore, for from our humon psychology, we
must try to imagine whot connot be imogined, to
understond whot we con hordly understond ond to dreom
whot we connot remember.
Stemming from this id~olistic ond obstroct con-
nexion, 011 somotic stimulus in our spirituol life will
oct on our deepest psychic noture.
But, on the other hond, beoring in mind the trodi-
tionol notion of whot is imogined with relotion to the ideo of
irreolity, this term is ocknowledged os o product from onother dimension
opposed to whot is real.
But these differences might only orise from the csit-
uotion»; they might be o consequence rother dif- ferent from their
perception.
For exomple, in Enfontines Volery Lorboud refers
to children's frequent desire to listen to their fovou-
rite tole severo I times in on eoger ottempt to ot-
toin whot is not real.
During sleep, this unreol entity springs up like on
original echo of o primitive, totollonguoge in the shope of o book
covered with mushrooms or gnowed ot by mice, of cut-gross mots, of poths
or insects thot prey on onimols ond cover their bodies. Unconscious
revelotions, which ore deli- berotely rebuilt in o truth-gop os real
things ond causes, conceived in 011 their modes: existence, sense, form,
content, substonce, sensible presence or intelligible presence.
These reosons should be enough on their own to
reconstruct ony choin of meonings ond obsolutely
rule on interlocutory system from our own uncon-
scious.
We hove reoched beyond ourselves into on inti- mote
spoce like o beneficent drug, cousing ideas
to spin in their stronge ond invisible spoce, ot the
limit between inside ond outside, between whot is
olive ond whot is not, memory os o vigil thot pro-
duces presence ond recolls it.
The coutside» does not begin in the unjan of whot
we moy coll the psychic, but ot the point where it
becomes movement, where it is impersonoted ond
expelled by the sign of recolling.
The spoce opens ot the violent instont when this
impersonotion tokes place - theowokening from o dreom.
The outside is olreody in the work of memory, which
needs signs to remember whot is not presento
15 it possible to hove o memory without o sign ond o
supplement? Con this impersonotion offect inti- mocy?
For from being o gome, this mognetic ottroction of
new signs seems to oppeor in front of me os the
thing itself, in the completely natural opening of the
now obsolutely real scene.
Only the effect of whot wos the desecroting oct of
owokened dreoms will remoin. Traslatlan, Francisca
Javier Torres Rlbelles
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