You take a piece of stone,
chip it with a chisel of blood,
polish it with Homer’s eye,
scrape it with rays
until it becomes a perfect cube.
After that you kiss the cube endlessly
with your mouth, with other mouths
and especially with the infant’s mouth.
And then you pick up a hammer
and sharply smash off a corner.
All, but all, men will say:
„What a perfect cube it would’ve been
had it not had a broken corner!”
–„Lesson on the Cube”, N.S.