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All motion of the tongue in the
cavity of our mouth is -- a gesture of an armless
dancer, twirling the air, like a gaseous, dancing
veil; as they fly off to the sides, the tips of the
veil tickle the larynx;
and -- out comes a dry, aery, quick "h," pronounced
like the Russian "kh"; the
gesture of arms extended
(upwards and to the side) is -- "h" (see
illus.
#1).
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The gestures of the arms reflect
all of the gestures of the armless dancer, dancing
in a murky dungeon: beneath the arches of the
palate;
the movement of the arms reflects an armless
mimicry; these movements are -- giants of an
enormous world, invisible to sound; in this way the
tongue directs its bulk, the body, from out of its
cave; and the body draws for us gestures; and the
storms of meaning are -- beneath them.
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Our armless tongue observed the
gesture of the arm; and duplicated it in sounds;
sounds know the mysteries of ancient movements of
our spirits; just as we pronounce the sounding
meanings of words, so too were we once created;
pronounced with meaning; our sounds -- words --
will become the world: we create people out of
words; and the words are acts.
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Sounds are -- ancient gestures
in the millennia of meaning; in the
millennia of my coming being an arm will sing to me
with cosmic meaning. Gestures are -- youthful
sounds of meanings implanted in my body, but not
yet composed; the same thing that is occurring for
the time being in a single place of the body, under
the skullbone, will with the flow of time occur
throughout my entire body
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My entire body will brim full of
meaning.
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