The English alphabet has 26 letters
and though the writing of its name makes use of 7 of them
a-l-p-h-a(gain)-b-e-t
the drawing of that name ex-tends from an altogether other
more historic
sign system –
namely, out of which
had come
a different litter
of letters,
starting
Alpha, Beta.
The relation of English in itself to itself
there-for
happens, seemingly
via artefact traces of something like it, before it
outside it
in-forming thus seeding
en-circling like haunting.
The setting of
a sitting-with;
Already, here;
we speak ancient Greek
the way ancient Greeks
for-there
carried on, meaning, other languages
by speaking theirs
languages at least
as far back
to the onomatopoetry
of the first calls
which continue, unfinished, in speaking
to-day
if only from the meta-linguistics
of the out-spokenness
of mistakenly
calling something ours
calling something
really present.
It suggests: no One language;
and the first language ever to exist
has still not existed;
thus, what is seeing-now
is seeing
slowest mode possible
something on a break
non-full state, unfully Stated
something all-ways much more inter-rested than
its present-day
Looks.
In every Ocean circle, there is a split
C is that vulnerability
of spilt (out from)
and flooded (in to)
in-deed, even Circle itself spelt with the possibility of that Open-ness in mind
very O-C-anic.
Put together,
because it has already fallen apart.
Any-way, language now
momentary slowdown (like all moments)
of historic speeding
for our histrionic self
unto which yet another language of Languages
Alpha, Beta again
in the type-signing
(trying to speak)
of that self-ness –
and even if the description
that
these individual languages
of the individual
attain, is not particularly beautiful
like Alphanumeric justifications of the territorial bully
or a Betamax cataloguing of traits of so-called weakness
at least the much more pluralistic art implicit in the alphabetic repetition
begetting all of them
is
much faster
than these trickle-down writings
can keep up with
writings which, of course,
paradoxically,
will, each time,
only make it go faster.
Whatever the two that Binary has tried to assemble
Natural and so unnaturally
or Unnatural and so naturally
the alphabet repetition
ugliest and prettiest
again and again
not just over time, ancient to present
but in time, present reading itself
(time working overtime)
makes that two look more like
binaries and non-binaries alike
(whatever they might be)
trying to fill themselves up
with filling-up
but never quite able to use that fill
to plug the gap
that permitted the filling in the first place.
Two
History
more like
spilling
flooding
going (very fast)
alphabetic until the repetition
fully
begets Language from something else.
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