Marginalia After Walser / by Matthew Thompson


  Often, I'm a little frightened of myself. A big improbability pummeled into human shape. Melted, as they say, into the crowd. It, yes. One never sees and now suddenly one sees it. The teachers are asleep, or are dead, seemingly dead or they are fossilized into the wildly embracing arms of a new and unknown dream. And what a scream I gave. How suddenly I woke up. Yes. Something quite different to us pupils here.*


* All words from Robert Walser's Jakob Von Gunten