The Table, all that means to write is The Table, to be absolutely done with it.

The table, my console and my consoler, as it is recalled to my body and at the same time my mind its notion.

May it vibrate today in unison with the chords. It isn’t on the metaphysical that our morals rest: only on the physical.

May the subject matter presented methodically and in miniature this way {be seen | be read} in a single glance and in this way become a soundboard it vibrates to day in unison with the chords.

Text by Francis Ponge