Barbara Claus

NON-DITS
05.18–06.11.1995

[He will never forget the day when, after venturing far, ever farther into that boundless image, it suddenly vanished with the heart-rending sensation of an incomprehensible rejection.]

— Oedipus on the Road, p. 126

Henri Bauchau, Babel Publishing

I could tell you about a memory, about childhood, about a rupture, about

elsewhere, about a death, about acid rain, about NAFTA, why not;

—a splash of milk, please—

I could tell you a story, but it’s still too early…

There’s an image, or two; there’s a color, or two; an intuition, a desire,

a necessity and few words, perhaps a passage, who knows?, a moment…

—time to stop—