What is Nothing Something Sandwich?

A symposium dedicated to the cultivation of spontaneous occurrences and multifarious forms of communication, cooperation and presence.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

WIDE, the margin between carte blanche and the white page. Nevertheless it is not in the margin that you can find me, but in the yet whiter one that separates the word-strewn sheet from the transparent, the written page from the one to be written in the infinite space where the eye turns back to the eye, and the hand to the pen, where all we write is erased, even as you write it. For the book imperceptibly takes shape within the book we will never finish.

There is my desert.

Edmond Jabes

Monday, October 4, 2010

A Tomb for Anatole (excerpts) by Stephane Mallarme


time of the 
                  empty room

           until we
                         open it
perhaps all
                         follows from this


                no--I will not

give up
                         father -- -- -- I

              feel nothingness

                  invade me

Catacombs Paris

"... It delighted me that bodies could be used to decorate a room, like flowers."  
Paul Thek