And I'm going to read a little bit from the second section
in which Wittgenstein talks about what would it mean
to have a picture of reality.
And so for his word "picture" I substituted the word "peacock."
"If a Sky is to be a Peacock."
There must be something identical between a body
and its cry.
For one to be an imprint of the other.
What a body running or falling bears
in common with a rainy day.
What a body must bear in order to cry out.
If her body can depict a rainy day whose form it has,
her body in space, a forest, a red one.
Anything red.
But a body cannot depict its shatter.
It displays it.
Its standpoint is its shadow, its bloody wilderness.
Because a body whose sinews are logical
is called a climbing body.
If there is a body left to climb.
If climbing bodies can climb fleeing through the willow.
How the willow and the body is cast the same sinewy shadow
on the grass.
Then the body cries from its perch,
reciting its amnesias, its wild consolations,
the arrows that were in it from the start.
"What can be distinguished in the wilderness of sound."
What a sound means in the branches
is what is common in them.
Rules for the translation of one language into another.
Every sound must be translatable into every other sound.
So the cries of the injured bodies
become the calls of birds.
Notes for a dream.
Not time could mean emit a time.
Not white light, no time could mean times emit.
Each separate dream inhabiting the self same wilderness.
From the dreams of a single body,
the dreams of another body are impossible to infer.
If one body is arbitrary, then another is the case.
But a person and her gesture are the same in every nest.
In every decimation the person and the gesture are the same.