On page 20 of Jean Genet's Pompes Fun=E8bres, we find: "In my pocket,
the box of matches, the minute coffin, imposed its presence more and
more and obsessed me. It was not necessary that the coffin, of reduced
dimensions, be real. On this small object the coffin for solemn
funerals had imposed its power."
Missing models of unreal objects, of sticks born in the marriage of
memory and chalk, of a Tlingit coffin made of reed ovals wrapped on
two sides with gray synthetic fur: what does their absent presence say
to us?
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