When fiction replaces reality, the climate becomes less burdensome, vision larger and beings can breathe at last in their element and find again, without much effort, a liberty of mouvement which carries them, playing out of constraints, to the summits of inventive capabilities...
Louis-René des Forêts. Ostinato. Paris:Gallimard, 2004, P.211.
so on to preludiC oStiNatoS
to ludic play of infanthood
of making it up as we go
along the lines we draw
the lines we didn't but
speak of anyway, any
ways as which will carry
the ostinatos along the pre
ludic joy of ZidoliS' plight
of ludic joy of ZidoliS' flight
