incomplete life

I wanted to signal that My Life was an incomplete work, a Bildungs-poem (or Bildungsgedicht) that cannot fully (or successfully) account for itself. In addition, I wanted to suggest that incompleteness might, and maybe should, be an attribute of any text.

—Lyn Hejinian, “What’s Missing from My Life," The Grand Piano: Part 9 (Mode A/This Press, 2009)