F O R T I M P O S S I B L E P E 'D A' G O G Y, P-a r t ($) 'One'... da Lucio Angelo Privitello, [and] for-(t)hem, .} "communication [here] cannot be authority but only experience" (Bataille, _Inner Experience_, 179),... ...and t/here? "I imagine [that] padded silence alone measures up to an immensely tender, but entirely free, wonderstruck and defenseless, exhaltation." (_The Impossible_, 53). A[w]L LEC/TOR[us], These fragments whirl to what makes up the "gig" of an engagement in re-text-you/r-weaves, where 'instruction - education' may allow a fall for the gravity of an 'inner experience' . As apt-awlings, these folds will unfold, link-ink(lings) sounded as reeds between the works of Bataille and Wittgenstein - a B+W fort-da-graphy of sorts, (to st./art), which will then be thrown upon the turning tables of a text by Michel Serres, _The Troubadour of Knowledge_, like clay on a potters wheel: 'Ca'-ra-mica. Very much to a touch, un-Poe-[locus], and awled twiced to the ways of and from the 'other', these scrawls are t/here dedicated on this 23rd day of March, 1998. Gong-oar-'a'-esque-ing through a turn to duty-'Es'-ends, inkwired and handed to a further finger dipped within that which does but what Kant befuddled of a "mente" in wondersomatic overwhelming void, t/here's a sublime pedagogy: IMPOSSIBLE PE'DA'GOGY, [that as/is] P-art($) 'One'. Is thus such what is "nearest" also dearest from an outside[Err]-ancy even when hope of a target practices _us_ into the putting "me" into the "I feel something coming"? Sent of a scent sensed and t/here spelling what spills the cases of many-Mary-making$ that put "me" through practices mantic of so many wonderments (no matter -or never dialing the minding) of things reveried 'a' bouts or X-here'd to as the tar of every "get"-ting(ed) which sticks us in the means rather than the ends?. A teaching is allusive, or all-lose-if deafened to the h/ear/t heard clashes of the f-(x)-ashes f-(y)-'da'shes where we awled found what's endowed. T/here, Ye' are as gods. T/here is a teaching, an impossible pe'da'gogy [that as/is] p-art($) 'One", and that runs to-word and isn't foul-fallow-wording nor-'a' "predicative" glist-listening of "initiativeS". Yet, "words purveyors of the plague",... (Bataille, _The Impossible_, 131) ...which fetch-retch as raven-sheen-script the experience that hands them over in what comes to this "me", courting and paused, at a practice's hope of no-target, (a no-ledge gained) and awl by its utter(s) loss in wondersomatic overwhorling. Such "waves of beaming" wash a sure levy only when it levigates to laugh-(lap-after)-every Lex-"I"-phi-endemic moment beGOTTen, tarred and feathered. Impossible Pe'da'gogy [that as/is] p-art($) 'One'. What may oust the side of such an X-piercing sacrifice? Or what kind of "sacrifice" is "IT/'Ca'"? X-t/here, and inhered to as a listening. X-t/here, and x-heard as a teaching all-lose-if deafened to the herded hearts of a stampede that runs from what ruins a-ring-around-a-word on how a thee-'a'-there-after may open up within, one some, one [Nous] them, or again as "me" you/'mieux'--a 'miel' -writing, as... "I open in myself a theatre....." (Bataille, _The Impossible_, 134) And to the 'becoming-philosophy', {be-honey-combing rather}, that as an 'outline of a becoming' will be-comb as Impossible Pe'da'gogy [that as/is] P-art($) 'One" into a conversation with Mozartian birds. 'Percer de trous'. (see Deleuze, _Dialogues_, 2-3). Or as "The Bird" in Bataille's _The Impossible_ , where "...not a line where, like the morning dew in the sunshine, the sweetness of anguish does not come into play." (p. 87). This "undifferentiated abyss", (Deleuze, _op.,[possum] cit.,_ p.7), is that "...moment of complicity and intimacy, holding hands with death. A moment of levity on the edge of the abyss. A moment without hope and without an opening." Impossible Pe'da'gogy [that as/is'] P-art($) 'One' so(wn) Fort(e). "There is one thing he must again grow capable of: falling, patiently resting in heaviness, - he who presumed to surpass all the birds in flying."(Rilke, _GW_, II, 246; see also 'The Tenth Elegy' of _Duino Elegies_). Yet, "You are not eagles. Which is why you haven't comprehended the blissfulness of terror in your minds. Not being birds, how do you propose to nest on an abyss?" (Nietzsche, _Z_, "On Illustrious Sages"). There, t/here (and for them) there's lent the child's 'hood', which is the conch-place of a Stoa'd re-tree-'vel' of haunting haunts, of the hollowed weened, and t/here listens to the dithyrambic as the becoming-cameo of writhing/writing on our monadic walls of what be-yearing "it" isn't even a step beyond the drying layer of plaster to which we pain-tinged upon in scratches -/////- as a 'fresco' of t/here being one fl/own there. "Je parle le totem mure I talk the enwalled totem car le totem mural est tel for the wall totem is such que les formations visqueuses that the viscous formations de l'etre of being ne peuvent plus l'enfourcher de can no longer straddle it up close pres. (Artaud, "Centre-Mere et Patron-Minet, _Artaud le Momo_, in _Watchfiend & Rack Screams: Works from the Final Period by Antonin Artaud_, Exact Change, Boston, 1995). Light can even act-count for this, when.... "y cuyos rayos para el son las llaves de su puerto, si tiene puertos un mar que es todo golfos y estrechos" (Rays that are the keys to this sea's port if ports become a sea all gulfs and straits). (XIII). "Children do not learn that books exist, that armchairs exist, etc. etc., - they learn to fetch books, sit in armchirs, etc. etc. "(Wittgenstein, _On Certainty_, # 476). "I'll suggest that as _sovereign_ desire eats away at and feeds on our anguish, on principle this engages us in an attempt to go beyond ourselves." (Bataille, _On Nietzsche_, 20). And in that fetch-retch raven-sheen-script, 'what is well-spoken, one conceives clearly' ("qui s''enonce bien, l'on le concoit clairement") - and "clairement veut dire que ca fait son chemin" ('clearly means that it makes its way'). (see Lacan, _Television_, VII). Impossible pe'da'gogy [that as/is] p-art($) 'One. "How lovely it is that there are words and sound! Are not words and sounds rainbows and illusive bridges between things which are eternally apart?" (Nietzsche, _Z_, "The Convalescent", 2). ..and "[o]nly there in the dance do I know how to tell the parable of highest things" (Nietzsche, _Z_, 224) The first as murmur of litter-'a'-chir, the second, and _yours_, the letter's myrrh/(murre). [Gongorian laughter]. Yet, to these scratches in the dust, to poussiere-biffures, or that dust-cover; 'couvre-livre' that first takes, and took all the _coup de griffe_, while planting those 'egratignure' as rows in fallow fields is "Being thus left in suspense---like the very index finger of the storyteller itself, supposing it had been petrified by some sudden external or internal cataclysm at the very moment it was raised to capture the attention of the young listeners---the opening phrase, cut off from any story that might follow and itself interrupted in its flight, raises in the air its useless portal, an entrance to a ruin standing alone, without any other upright remains, a doorframe open on a nonexistent vestibule that ushers one into nothing." (Leiris, _Rules of the Game, I , Scratches_, p. 119). To t/each to-word a locus w/here..."There is in every man, an animal thus imprisoned, like a galley slave, and there is a gate, and if we open the gate, the animal will rush out like the slave finding his way to escape. The man falls dead, and the beast acts as a beast, with no care for the poetic wonder of the dead man. (Bataille,_Enyclopaedia Acephalica_, 60). [A]nim(bus)a(w)l wild facing, /////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// [a]nim(bus)a(w)l wild facing,... //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// while/wild how(lings), "below the level of language (///)", poisoning the assertable he(a)re in waters crystal play, words have confessed "what they are unable to say." (De Certeau). Knowledge can sublimate and find itself _a-head_, wisdom can't sublimate without finding itself _h/[d]eadless_. Impossible Pe'da'gogy [that as/is] p-art($) 'One' t/here, and,... Quei che dipinge li', non ha chi 'l guidi; Ma esso guida,..." (_Par_., XVIII, 109-110). (He who_ there_ paints has none to be his guide; But himself guides,..."(Longfellow's version; my emphasis). entre chien et loup dans lalangue trespasses, Lucio Angelo Privitello.