Kant didn’t
get Descartes, Hegel
didn’t
get Kant,
Heidegger misread everyone …
surely
neither of
us have understood
the
other. Still,
on top of
the
loaf will
go a twisty
that
reminds me
of a by
the
Philadelphia Wireman.
O Mr Mars$,
Viviangirl,
play me
a tune, make
everybody
feel happy …
what better name
for
this “place”
than the Museum
of
Everything? You
are not sure
there
where you
hover above yourself
( )
( ) ( )
( ) ( ) ( )
( ) ( ) ( )
( ) ( )
( )
stay
there. The
last page of
Meatphysics
reads: ✂”✂3%
3t’ÿ✂ ✂ … radiating outwards
along
sore roads
and parched highways
detonating
from The
Capital City of
the
World, marked
goodness flowing free
from
capital loins.
A sign of
the
human mineralization
of the world.
The
human mastication
of rock. … seedcode
blowing
inside the
andever …________________ ÿ________________ ÿ___________
___
a holocaust of words has no end
The Innkeeper, clad in sequined dinner jacket,
plays the S A W
the author of Christ was an Adman
he isn’t afraid of innovation in his hotel [snip]
a little chocolate
that never leaves the premises
under
pressure, my
hands sometimes balloon
to
the size
of small waterbombs.
Something
finally did
burst, birds were
coming
back from
the dead. They
were
too slow
to fly, lumbering
towards
their victims
chirping “braaaaaaaaaains …” I
told
everyone I
built my robot
wife
for sex
but late at
night
when we’re
alone we mostly
play
TIN SNOUT.
TEN THATS. Scaldey
Will.
Soarsaway:
Drakestuff & so
that:
& thus:
Patient Larded Bitter
Carmines,
Mimosa, Clauses
to Memory, Words
to
Chant as.reasons.for.dots.in.the.text:
(prone into and
out
of – congruent
relations equal the
hierarchy
of mediations/
urelments) ignorance of
this
fact is
responsible for many
badly
distorted perspectives.
Are we off?
To
where? We
could visit Homunculus
in
the Sea
of Galilee. But …
Okay
then, to
Egypt. To Cairo.
What’s
in Cairo?
I don’t know …
Gnomes …
Peer Gynt …
[curtain] The author
builds
a forest
with each stick.
On
moors the
dark is spangled
furze.
Ooorrrrrz urs
rrz. We are
first
green and
then grey and
then
incredula, the
children asleep in
our
houses with
totally unjustified absolute
trust.
You are
not sure, r
u?
of living
imperfectly as not
to
irritate the
gods … A Matchstick
blind
rolls up
and Down on
a
String Arrangement.
It looks at
a
Tin and
goes “UGH!” A
pit
crazed Glass
Captivating fluid Skylines.
You
see, Meatphysics
ends, a new
text
begins … “ … measured
in square hours …”
The
a priori
is only revealed
at
the uh …
like winter … Ahhh,
winter.
The time
of apple pies
and
green hair,
glay qew, Berlusconi
doling
out greasy
jewelry to showgirls,
his
hands slippery
with fake tan.
[Note: Sources: A sonnet-plus’s worth of stuff from Italy and England. And. Alain Badiou, in Badiou & Zizek, Philosophy in the Present; Mars$ is a guy we met outside the Museum of Everything, where they had a room full of Henry Dargers; play me … happy: Traffic, “Mr Fantasy”; Thomas A Clark, The Hundred Thousand Places; Jake Chapman, Meatphysics; Christine Kennedy, “The Mansions Hotel”, in Nineteen Nights in San Francisco; Caroline Bergvall, “Croup”, in Cropper; Emily Horne and Joey Comeau, a softer world: truth and beauty bombs; Maggie O’Sullivan, Unofficial Word, From the Handbook of That & Furriery, in Body of Work; Tony Trehy, “Arriving at the Same Place at the Same Time”, in Space The Soldier Who Died For Perspective; Chus Pato, m-Talá (tr. Erin Moure); Denise Riley, “Letters From Palmer”, in Selected Poems; Lisa Samuels, “It’s all good”, in Tomorrowland; Alan Baker, “The Conditions”, in The World Seen from the Air; Juan Gelman, “lament for gallagher bentham”, in The Poems of Sidney West (trs. Katherine M Hedeen and Victor Rodriguez Núñez); cris cheek, squat, in part: short life housing; N Tomalin and R Hall, The Strange Last Voyage of Donald Crowhurst, as quoted in Geoffrey C Bowker and Susan Leigh Star, Sorting Things Out: Classification and Its Consequences; Rebecca Loudon, “Today it's 15 degrees or something in my office …”, at < href="http://radishking.blogspot.com/"> Radish King, 17 Nov 09; Peter Inman, Ocker, as quoted in George Hartley, Textual Politics and the Language Poets; Christopher Taylor, “A Life in Writing: Wu Ming”, at Guardian Online, 14 Nov 09]
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