Grant summarizes the importance of such a geology in the following way: “If geology, or the ‘mining process,’ opens onto an ungroundedness at the core of any object, this is precisely because there is no ‘primal layer of the world’, no ‘ultimate substrate’ or substance on which everything ultimately rests.” I mean, the stitches that melted from my ripped open cunt tasted like mint and changed color when I peed. I peed with the door open because this is bounty. The universe has a fat lip. “Bewray the repricon, outstent the naze.” Occupy Our Homes reports, “All enterances blocked, we have taken the streets, arrests have begun.” 17 as of late afternoon, May 20th. The village fortune-teller is a middle-aged woman with two gold teeth and a diamond ring — status symbols earned by her supernatural perceptions. Grabbing a deck of playing cards, she arranged them on a thin blanket in front of her. I immediately drew an ace of spades. She screwed up her face and made a noise like she’d just seen a horse kick a man in the nuts. Apparently my pick meant I wouldn’t find my lost camera. I asked her how she got her powers; “I was very sick when I was 18,” she told me through a translator, “then three spirits took pity on me and cured me of the disease. They have stayed with me ever since and help me tell fortunes.” The city is a mammal vision / Jack Pumpkinhead laughs with the Tin Man / The city is a mammal vision / in peaks of fog / Jack Pumpkinhead is laughing with the Tin Man / and / an AXE / chops through it all / innocent as the smile of a cougar / clean as the smile of a snake / I’m the hand of the squid / there’s a planet of thieves in a nerve cell / there’s a planet of fiends in a nerve cell / every pebble sings and raves / I / / AM / / THIS THING / / / OF / / SPIRIT, peace out Ray w/ Jim, Jean Harlow & Billy the Kid but please let it not be that utopia with doves and waterfalls and soft white clothes and doors that open as soon as they are approached and please let it not be that utopia with all in harmony and accord and please not that utopia of agrarian fantasy, with all of us in touch with or at peace with the land, working the land together or weaving together in some endlessly temperate and agreeable climate, caught in simple pleasures, eating simple wholesome food and please – just as strongly, please – not that techno utopia where no one works at all since the machines – ever more clever, resourceful and skilled – are doing everything, hidden in basements, miniaturized or concealed behind the walls and not that utopia the flattening of creeds, races, genders and all that into one single humanity and not that utopia of original ignorance, Adam and Eve, the nakedness that is not nakedness no thank you and not that utopia of free love or boundless and open desire or that hallucinatory psychedelic utopia of the human dissolved into the universe and not that utopia of the virtual, with its useless pretended transcendence of flesh and biology and again please, not the satisfaction of all desires and not the exhaustion of all need and please no to the utopia determined by sense no to the utopia determined by utility no to the utopias of knowledge, understanding, and progress please not the uniformity of consent or that of placidity no to the erasure of anger please not the utopic reduction of human space to that of a prison in which all needs have been anticipated, prescribed, provided for please not the reduction of everything to the realm of the solvable please not some banality cotton-woolled and perpetuated ad nauseam not either theocratic order or rationalist decency not some medicalised or genetically modified utopia in which all personalities and physicalities have been balanced, remixed and extended forever in a calculation of chemicals and genes please not the utopia of the old and wise and please not that utopia of the young and the carefree not for us that which can be dreamed or imagined, described or spoken of and not for us anything that can be caught in the noose of the 26 letters (called an alphabet).
[Note: Sources: Ben Woodard, quoting Iain Hamilton Grant, “Mining Conditions,” in The Speculative Turn: Continental Materialism and Realism (eds. Levi Bryant, Nick Srnicek and Graham Harman), in On an Ungrounded Earth: Towards a New Geophilosophy, at punctum books; JBR; “The Last Five Centuries Were Uneventful”, as quoted in Melissa Broder, “Sunday Service: Jenny Zhang Poem”, at HTMLGIANT, 16 Dec 012; TS Eliot, as quoted in Hugh MacDiarmid, “In Memoriam James Joyce, from A Vision of World Language”, as quoted in “Epeolators All”, at Languagehat, 20 May 013 (“I have no idea where Eliot wrote ‘Bewray the repricon, outstent the naze,’ if in fact he did.”); JBR, but see Jodi Dean, “Occupy Our Homes: 17 arrested”, at I cite, 20 May 013; Nathan A Thompson, “I Tested Out Three Cambodian Spiritual Practices”, at Vice, 20 May 013; Ray Manzarek Michael McClure and Big Mix 2011-08-10, DOLPHIN SKULL, “The Last Waltz”, at YouTube (JBR “transcription”, typing on the fly while listening, combined with the printed text); JBR (RIP Ray Manzarek); Michael McClure; JBR; Tim Etchells, “A utopia of dispute might be better”, at NOWHEREISLAND, 10 Mar 012]