what's comprehensibility got to do with it anyway?

If hauntingly exquisite prose side-steps comprehension, dances on the table of confusion, whispers seductively delicious diction strung on jumbled pegs of syntax that echo without meaning through the tunnels of the mind, well then, what does comprehensibility have to do with it anyway. We shall nail such quotidian norms, demands that we 'understand', to the crucifix of wild, harsh beauty that a text ought to be. Death to the subject, the intent. Soul spring forth.