Flammarions Greyout leverages the forehead, crosses the palate, cleans the glasses, and off we go. To detach the reflection from the linguistic material of the poetic movement and relate it means to apply a part of its dynamics: walking and leg, brain, bending to walk, leg, leg. The text is, once perceived, pulled back onto itself, ideally irritatable, not domesticated; which cannot mean that it is transparent... and imagination remains as present as my sensitive armpit, yet without dressing it in a genre: every approach is pre-shaped... thus one proceeds as clarity demands, advancing playfully and materially; steering into relations that generate lucidity, debris. Like arrows going into the void, significant or sedated. The nerves! And the fear of extension while simultaneously being constrained now. Sonja vom Brocke.