KEEPING QUIET Now we will count to twelve and we will keep still. For once on the face of the earth, let’s not speak in any language; ets stop for one second, and not move our arms so much. It would be an exotic moment without rush, without engins; we would all be together in a sudden strangeness. Fishermen in the cold sea would not harm whales and the man gathering salt would look at his hurt hands. Those who prepare green wars, wars with gas, wars with fire, victories with no survivors, would put on clean clothes and walk about with their brothers in the shade, doing nothing. What I want should not be confused…