Flarf's Kopóltuš (7)

...that's where I have my life where I had it where I'll have it vast tracts of time part three and last in the mud my life murmur it bits and scraps

Samuel Beckett
How It Is, part 2, p. 51

The thesis that I'm trying to defend is that a Flarf poem arranges scraps found in the mud in accordance with a pattern or image that "takes over the seeing". That's where we have our lives.