– this is wonderful –
give
me a
minute – wonderful – the
demented
musical cousin
of Baboon Ass
Habañero
Hot Sauce –
wonderful – “Death is
so
great because
it’s the attachment
you
can never
open” – wonderful – wonderful –
twenty
years later,
when the essay
was
reprinted in
an academic anthology,
I
edited out
the shit eating
episode.
I’m pissed
at myself for
that –
wonderful – wonderful –
the combination of
magic
calls that
made their secret
way
by psychic
pipes along the
nucleotidic
vehicles and
a textile whose
crossed
fibers are
knotted at the
intersections
forming a
pliable grid of
squared
spaces that
can be used
to
snare fish
or fowl and
to
hold things
like groceries or
hairdos –
wonderful – wonderful –
in such a
situation
it does
not make sense
to
ask what
the original of
Di
Gi Charat
is, who the
author
is, or
what kind of
message
is implied.
The entire project
was
driven by
fragments; projects such as the anime or the novel, formerly discussed independently as “works” are merely related products, just like character mugs and loose-leaf binders. The narrative is only a surplus item, added to the nonnarrative – wonderful, right? wonderful.
Bite
the head
of the uke.
The
tune will
vibrate in your
mouth.
And fuck
up your skull.
Why
Head Inflammable
delic’ (delish?) tinsel –
“Truly do we know that a mirror was hung up, that jewels were spat out, and that then an Hundred Kings succeeeeeeeded each other; that a blade was bitten, and a serpent cut in pieces …. Unf=comfortable kyber-body bangs among itselves
skin’s
tight enough
to be a
window.
A film
Of black ampersands
on
white background.
Any trace of
certainty
conceals. To
this point we
should
add the
oft-repeated comment
that
the problematic
is not a
world-
view. I
like to oat
oat
oples and
bo no nos.
> So: Tomorrow when you wake up and stagger into the bathroom to take a leak
> you can squint into the mirror and say "Good morning you magnificent holy
> fool! ...
But
what is
crucial for us
is,
of course,
Beardsley’s critique of
the
“relativistic theory”
(to which, as
I
see it,
the so-called
“emotive
theory” can
be reduced). The
permutational
scheme is
as follows:
1 1 2 1 2 3
2 3 4 4 5 6
3 5 6 7 8 9
4 8 9 10 11 1
5 9 10 2 3 4
6 11 1 5 6 7
7 2 3 8 9 10
8 4 5 11 1 2
9 6 7 3 4 5
10 8 9 6 7 8
11 10 11 9 10 11
Although the method seems simple, it yields results that are emotionally and poetically complex:
woods woods lands woods lands meadows
lands meadows rivers rivers brooks to
meadows brooks to them and their
rivers then and heirs forever woods
brooks their heirs lands meadows rivers
to forever woods brooks to them
them lands meadows and their heirs
and rivers brooks forever woods lands
their to them meadows rivers brooks
heirs and their to them and
forever heirs forever their heirs forever
try
to forget
he may have
thrown
his wife
out a window.
Deer
slept &
we slept beside
them
in the
radish garden; b.
starts
if an
angel counts with
his
eyes / or
a fish with
fin
caresses / poor
native and gallant /
frankly
I go
forward. / All
are
poor, all
around me. And
ends
my words /
are like fish /
in
the darkness
of their sea /
they
object to
ichthyology. 1+X=0 (always)
or
maybe not –
wonderful – typo – wonderful.
[Note: Sources: some books stacked next to the bed … and. Enough to supersize a sonnet. kari edwards, “wonderful”, “dear to those not driving the car,” in Iduna; product description at Hotsauce.com; Eileen Myles, as quoted in Dodie Bellamy, and Bellamy herself, Barf Manifesto; Hélène Cixous, Manhattan (tr. Beverley Bie Brahic); Hannah B Higgins, The Grid Book; Hiroki Azuma, Otaku: Japan’s Database Animals (trs. Jonathan E Abel and Shion Kono); Bruce Andrews, “Danger Risk Hazard Jeopardy Peril”, “Reverb Sallies”, in Designated Heartbeat; Yasumaro, The Kojiki, Records of Ancient Matters (tr. Chamberlain), as quoted by Alan Sondheim, and Sondheim himself, “#!/usr/local/bin/perl”, in The Wayward; Caroline Bergvall, “8 Figs”, in Fig; Louis Althusser & Étienne Balibar, Reading Capital; K Silem Mohammad, “Anti-Ass”, in Breathalyzer; JBR email to Ed Baker, 1 June 09, 7:52 a.m.; Gerard Genette, The Aesthetic Relation (tr. G M Goshgarian); Liz Kotz, and Carl Andre, “Ode on King Philip’s War” (?), in Kotz’s Words to be Looked At: Language in 1960s Art; Joshua Marie Wilkinson, “still life with satellite, radish garden, mailboxes, & deer”, in The Book of Whispering in the Projection Booth; Tom Mandel, “To the Cognoscenti” VI.b, in To the Cognoscenti]
i just straight away
pee
in the sink
turning around / too complicated
Posted by: Edward Charles Baker | 01.06.2009 at 06:49 PM
at that time of day most everything's complicated. But I don't pee in the sink. Kathy gets up the same time I do and, well, I'd be a dead man, that's all.
Posted by: John Bloomberg-Rissman | 02.06.2009 at 09:02 AM
noh
matter
Kathy
or
not
one
day
you'll
be
a
dead man
anyway
just remember to put the seat back down
when you finish
and Lysol the rim
Posted by: Ed Baker | 02.06.2009 at 09:43 AM