He keeps being confronted to a language less enamoured with its own reflections, fluencies and shortcomings. To link and take apart is a matter of wedlocks and divorces that have to be made clear. The poem is wherefrom a voice is being uttered. I wish it to be as close as possible from one's breath, i.e. from one's very existence, contradictions and precariousness. In the voice, the tongue makes a commotion and hurly-burly of language.
Lips join and disjoin.
The poet is an hermeneutist. He keeps on translating but like reciting his multiplication tables.