Evening Will Come: A Monthly Journal of Poetics (Issue 20, August 2012)

And just as nature abrades the stone, history abrades revolts its most constant forms, denying them of all but the most transient meaning, revealing the transitory bent hallucination of historical significance. At the same time, history, like allegory, formalizes the erosion of its own meanings, generating signs for that which bears no visible signs. This is how capital organizes the imperceptible relations that make our life-world a function of the abstract and fungible infinite exchange of bodies and things identifying the human corpus as but another limit to move beyond, “to dump your gorgeous body, now deceased / where the other garbage goes.” 2