GRUNTS

…I used to write a lot too. But whenever I write I get a feeling of incompetence. Words, are very elusive little things and they fail me. Yet I want to say something, to make just a sound or a grunt, an onomatopoeic sound emitted with a clearance of my throat. What I’d want to do is to suspend my vocal ‘cords’ on the nib of my pen, like a mouthful of food on the end of a fork:to throw my voice like a ventriloquist’s, but over a page: to emit sounds with gummed backs which stick firmly on paper; to make the split point of my pen the sensitive needle of a seismograph as I can easily do when I draw…

FN Souza

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