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s and Aunt Mathilde had had an affaIr with some fella who knew Tzara's son Christopher, the physicist. is that you spell it
? so, anyhow, aunt Mathilde who was my grandma's sister, who was a gal worked at Zigfield folly's brought us to Paris, she had been a scandal gal when she was there in the 30's caught in some torrid love melodrama with the family and friends of the above named poet, T.T. Well, that same fellahin later was crucial to & scandal has it he was my Pop. But when I got born, turns out I was not human, but a mere flic of the becomings native natal narrative crisp as Rice Krispies and popsicles. what can ya do?
I never went to no illiteratre school so I was a hungry girl till I met fleck again In Paris sometime in the years when Guy Debord was doing his thing. Ya know, letters and all, psychogeography and so o.n. I went to school at Vincennes and learned from professors Deleuze and Lacan and others all about Immancence and flow and then became a girl.
I was born to blow
become
& flow
