[CLEARING THROAT]
I read a little passage that I was able to salvage from a very
bad translation of André Breton, that I was talking about with
Dick Shelton this afternoon because I think it serves
as a kind of introduction to this next poem.
It's called "Rather Life," the poem,
and I was able just to salvage about six lines or so
that make any sense, the translation was so bad,
but this was some nice lines.
"The life of presences nothing but presences, where
a voice says, are you there?
And a voice answers, are you there?
Alas, I am very little fair, yet even
if we fall into the hands of what we cause
to die, life, rather life."
The idea of presences, life of presences
was what I'm referring to here in this poem.