“untitled (mâcher ses mots) – figuration attempt #2” is a game of and with words – for flesh, letters and tinfoil – and it wants to be taken seriously as children are able to do with playing. It circulates around the concern of giving names to things. It lingers on this as burning as ancient combat, on the amorous and violent conflict with language whilst revealing a gratitude for words, a claim for their presence and for an attention in pronouncing them. It wonders how they could become subversive matter. It’s an attempt that goes against its own assumptions of failure, for the fun and hell of it. If it doesn’t seem possible to rely on the name, if it doesn’t seem possible to find a name that is not always already anachronistict, the choice is to picture a narration around a form that is a pretext and to tell a story without center around a word that’s yet to come, that’s already gone, that’s missing. It has the form of a letter that speaks of love, of longing, of philosophy, of puppies, of revolution. Get passionate. Have mercy. Let it not be consumed.