“What would you be communicating if you had to become someone else to communicate it? I mean, what is that?”

“As children, we have all suspected it: perhaps we are all, moving strangely beneath the sky, victims of a trap, a joke whose secret we will one day know. This reaction is certainly infantile and we turn away from it, living in a world imposed on us as though it were “perfectly natural,” quite different from the one that used to exasperate us. As children, we did not know if we were going to laugh or cry but, as adults, we “possess” this world, we make endless use of it, it is made of intelligible and utilizable objects. It is made of earth, stone, wood, plants, animals. We work the earth, we build houses, we eat bread and wine. We have forgotten, out of habit, our childish apprehensions. In a word, we have ceased to mistrust ourselves. Only a few of us, amid the great fabrications of society, hang on to our really childish reactions, still wonder naively what we are doing on the earth and what sort of joke is being played on us.”

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every now and then it takes hold of me. the title of a poem. i speak it with a snarl a cockiness a defiance almost like an amen. we sons of bitches are doing fine. i know it's miya poetry i know it's a translation i know it's got cultural historical political colours. i respect that. but it transcends all of that because ultimately it's a poem and a good one and you can give it a beat and sing it too. it's about everything. it's not shrunk and squared into a keyword a theme a motif a classification a hierarchy a theory a tea time talking point a section of a syllabus a dsm 5 entry. who wants to live life like that, come on. we sons of bitches are doing fine. by kazi neel. what a title, catches me by the collar. it thumbs its nose, cocks a snook, taunts with tongue, flips the bird. we sons of bitches are doing fine.

"To begin with, a writer plays with words, but plays seriously ... when I was a child and was interrupted for any reason from a game I was playing alone or with my friends, I felt offended and humiliated, because I had the impression that they didn't realize to what extent that game I was playing with my friends was enormously important to all of us. We had an entire code, an entire system, an entire small world ... From the most complex games to the simplest ones, we had entered, while we were playing, into a territory that was totally ours and extremely important for as long as the game lasted. When a person gets interested in literature, this can persist; in my case, it persisted. I've always felt that there is a very important ludic element in literature..."

"To begin with, a writer plays with words, but plays seriously ... when I was a child and was interrupted for any reason from a game I was playing alone or with my friends, I felt offended and humiliated, because I had the impression that they didn't realize to what extent that game I was playing with my friends was enormously important to all of us. We had an entire code, an entire system, an entire small world ... From the most complex games to the simplest ones, we had entered, while we were playing, into a territory that was totally ours and extremely important for as long as the game lasted. When a person gets interested in literature, this can persist; in my case, it persisted. I've always felt that there is a very important ludic element in literature..."

"To begin with, a writer plays with words, but plays seriously ... when I was a child and was interrupted for any reason from a game I was playing alone or with my friends, I felt offended and humiliated, because I had the impression that they didn't realize to what extent that game I was playing with my friends was enormously important to all of us. We had an entire code, an entire system, an entire small world ... From the most complex games to the simplest ones, we had entered, while we were playing, into a territory that was totally ours and extremely important for as long as the game lasted. When a person gets interested in literature, this can persist; in my case, it persisted. I've always felt that there is a very important ludic element in literature..."

"To begin with, a writer plays with words, but plays seriously ... when I was a child and was interrupted for any reason from a game I was playing alone or with my friends, I felt offended and humiliated, because I had the impression that they didn't realize to what extent that game I was playing with my friends was enormously important to all of us. We had an entire code, an entire system, an entire small world ... From the most complex games to the simplest ones, we had entered, while we were playing, into a territory that was totally ours and extremely important for as long as the game lasted. When a person gets interested in literature, this can persist; in my case, it persisted. I've always felt that there is a very important ludic element in literature..."