how many beginnings. never just one. 2007–in a gallery: dawned on me, during a reading. before that, with the single-edition literary pieces–also. but then, the need, the surefire need for a new epic. the writings and the manifesto. the drafts. all along: the readings. cantos. ketabs. coming into being. in new york city. but then the constant moves. the big moves too. the travel. writing of the other. rupture and fragments. new ways of being and becoming. the necessity of plurilingual literature. all along then. from 2007 on. with more and more precision. until the articulation–analytico-poetic articulation of the contours and the structure and the form and: all that from 2010-2013 in pieces. And then in 2015: the deliberate writing of the text: in english and french, simultaneously, taking me into different directions. the french better for me. more me, theoretico-poetically speaking. and so the thrust. finishing touches in 2016. finished the book, in 2017. while the cantos go on. and on. the incantations and the readations and the rest. print adventures. public performances. madnesses. and then, almost at the printer’s in 2020, except that! so then, 2022: finally, the book–second volume of litteramundi! and still the pieces. and still even the manifesto unfurling through the text itself. an unfolding theory. a poetic treatise. while still a story, after all. while still a long poem, after all…