One is straight away struck by the paucity of words availed to expound this chanced-upon poesis born in the crevasses of cultural hybridity and nourished in the no man's lands of ascetic transmutation...

Tipped into sheer prefiguration

On learning of the passing of Rene Laubies the figurative infix died all around me. It had taken the death of my friend and teacher to tip me into sheer prefiguration. I had never been able to go there before in spite of my arriving to the crucial point of esteeming non-figuration solely. I had never been able to bring to an end the image/figure referencing impulse. So I simply quit painting and stuck to writing. Yet the drive to go total—to go without—adhered to me through years of intention-bearing √©criture: a quiet metamorphosis advancing formulation of a cumulative method that revealed correlation to the blind operations of an illiterate calligraphist.

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