"Meaning is like going up to someone I would be with, though often the distance doesn’t seem to lessen no matter how straight my course. Busy moving ahead, I can’t also observe myself moving, let alone assess the speed of full steam minus fiction and sidetracked in metric crevices. It’s hard to identify with the image of an arrow even if itpoints only to the application we make of it. But then, meandering does not guarantee thought either though it simulates its course toward wider angles, which make us later than we are, our fingers the space of already rust from the key. Even the weight of things can no longer measure our calculations. Conquered by our own scope we offer no resistance to the blue transparency, the startling downpour of sun."Rosmarie Waldrop - Lawn of Excluded Middle - Many thanks to give to us an echo of this wonderful performance. Such a shower *