excerpt from Soap
translated by Lane Dunlop
There is so much to say about soap. Precisely everything that it tells about itself until the complete disappearance, the exhaustion of the subject. This is just the object suited to me.
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Soap has much to say. May it say it with volubility, enthusiasm. When it has finished saying it, it no longer is.
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Soap was made by man for his body’s use, yet it does not willingly attend him. This inert stone is nearly as hard to hold as a fish. See it slip from me and like a frog dive into the basin again … emitting also at its own expense a blue cloud of evanescence, of confusion.
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