Pierre Alferi, p.2b



SUPPOSE A BODY WITHOUT COMPASS, LET’S CALL ORGANIC
compass the latent measure of an apparent movement
serving to navigate during a return migration
of a seasonal change which condemns the entrance of the refuge
the passageway knowingly chain-woven the homonymous
street of refurbished facades;
suppose a dislocated territory, let’s call territory
the network of known paths but also the broad stripes
that they carve in the map, galleries, but also
the masses of soft earth and blocks of houses
the backstage the garages the indoor gardens
the courtyards one will not enter;
suppose several successive dwellings, let’s call dwelling
the pole where all possible detours are tied
even the precarious terrestrial or aerial routes
between cultivated parts of cities and countries
a narrow surface hollow like a hatching spot
or just a tumulus:
can he go home?