About

[52] 7 October 73
( I )
A WORK
ON THE WORKING TABLE

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 re-
called 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.
-Francis Ponge