The innards, useful for divination or augury, the guts of the book, vital organs: these are what make dissection worth the bother.  Chopping the content up too much, though, can make it difficult to re-version, adapt, repackage, reconstitute and use again without destroying something of the life that’s made it.

Sterile supermarket wrappings, like verbatim repetitions in cool and well-lit shelves, are also deadly.  It’s worth the search for the brief moment between purity and putrefaction, the time when the publishing is more like livingness, vitality in the process of disintegration, a creation that is at once mature, magnificent and mure-hearted.