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17 December 2016

…and the name of the next book is


A transmission of muted voices, after the fire

‘Our songs will all be silenced — but what of it? Go on singing.’ (Orson Welles, F for Fake)

1. Fire. With weighted reverberance
2. Rebeginnings. Between the chronicle and the chronically lyrical
3. Da capo. Anecdotes of destiny.

Can you explain yourself?’ I was asked once. 
‘Explain myself?’ I replied, echoing one of Isak Dinesen’s dreamers and remembering Orson Welles. ‘You are asking much. You might say: “Disguise your meaning into such phrases as I am used to hear, which mean nothing”.’
Then I lost my voice.






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