1. Don't sign your namebetween worlds,surmountthe manifold of meanings,trust the tearstain,learn to live.
Glottal Stop
2. Each arrow you shoot offcarries its own targetinto the decidedlysecrettangle
Glottal Stop
3. How you die out in me:down to the lastworn-out knot of breathyou're there, with a splinter of life.
Poems of Paul Celan
4. Only one thing remained reachable, close and secure amid all losses: language. Yes, language. In spite of everything, it remained secure against loss.
5. rush of pine scent (once upon a time),the unlicensed convictionthere ought to be another wayof sayingthis.
Glottal Stop
