I wake up in the middle of the night
speaking bad French or mediocre German.
I don’t speak French at all
except when I’m asleep
and little German
at any time
except when I’m angry.
When I’m very angry
I speak Russian.
When I’m absolutely enraged
I shit in English.
So
there I was
being philosophical in French
and my philosophy
(my French being what it is)
sucked.
Or rather, it remained unexpressed,
like anger and love and other
things I could mention.
Sometimes I think I do that
deliberately – philosophize in French.
It reminds me how much is
inexpressible
in any tongue.