Number twenty-nine. The color of young light. A hiding place for the stone-pale full moon, loud ruin, musical old age. “You look like a beach angel.” Cupiditas is not a relationship. Voice-over. Receive node. How will my children live? Monkey Robot Pirate Ninja Zombie. Out in Jardim Gramacho, Tiaõ got inspired by the political texts he found in the waste and founded a co-op to improve the lives of his fellow catadores. Libidinal flows, drive mechanisms, connections, energy exchangers. The aestheticization of holism+atomism+anarchy lacquers over the significant cracks between these forms of thinking. I like the feeling of words doing as they want to do and as they have to do when they live where they have to live that is where they have come to live which of course they do so. Plate 2: The solitary death of the Woolworth building. Whut choo lookin at mofo? Leni Riefenstahl called and she wants her totalitarian back-lighting back. And to think it all started with Superman! Oy … inject the Normative Cookie with radioactive steroids. My 2-year-old daughter’s attempting to eat the plastic foam nuggets out of the palm tree pots in the hotel lobby. It is a form of the unconscious … A restaurant a bar a plane taking off cars going by in the 20th century. “First the workers are cleared off the land, then the sheep arrive.” It is time to modify Donna Haraway’s cyborg manifesto, which still brilliantly articulates the paradoxes of politicized identity. “I’d rather be a cyborg than a goddess,” she writes. Deep Ecology buries the dead too fast (reducing everything to an expression of Gaia). Meanwhile clouds of radioactive waste haunt the world. So while we campaign to make our world “cleaner” and less toxic, less harmful to sentient beings, our philosophical adventure should in some ways be quite the reverse. We should be finding ways to stick around with the sticky mess we’re in and that we are, making thinking dirtier, identifying with ugliness, practicing “hauntology”. A house of bread. A house of beans. A house of paper in a deserted factory using all available lighting. Numbers 1-18. Plan of the house of illness. Cabinet of the solar plexuses. Dr Mortimer’s watch-tower. The room of eyes. The shooting range for the enemy. The enemy’s hiding places. The hall of bellies. The bosom room. Smell. Word. Sound. Image. The chamber of the hands. The vaults of the head. The suite of the hearts. The enemy’s secret paths. Wednesday. Thursday. First prize: a giant clamshell. The decorations include superb woodcarvings by Grinling Gibbons, plasterwork and painted ceilings and murals by Louis Laguerre, and there is a fine collection of portraits. Jack’s liver is fucked. What kind of person goes home? Look in mirror. See long curly lashes on one eye.
[Note: Sources: Alan Baker, “The Book of Random Access” 29, 28, 27, 26, 25 in Variations on Painting a Room: Poems 2000-2010; Alexander Baras, “The Theater of Herodas Atticus” (tr. Nanos Valaoritis), in An Anthology of Modern Greek Poetry (eds. (tr. Nanos Valaoritis and Thanasis Maskaleris); Travelocity commercial seen on USA 29 May 011 approx 2:30 PM PST; Antonio Negri, The Savage Anomaly: The Power of Spinoza’s Metaphysics and Politics (tr. Michael Hardt); Mark A Rayner, “How to Play Monkey-Robot-Pirate-Ninja-Zombie (moropinzee)”, at The Skwib, 15 May 011 (a “new version of rock-paper-scissors, or Rochambeau, as it is sometimes known.”); “About”, at Waste Land Movie, via Tom Beckett, “Waste Land”, at l’amour fou, 29 May 011 (Jardim Gramacho, outside Rio de Janiero, is the world’s largest garbage dump); Nicolas Bourriaud, The Radicant (trs. James Gussen, Lili Porten) (on Lyotard); Timothy Morton, “Self-Organization, Nature, Anarchy”, at Ecology without Nature, 29 May 011; Gertrude Stein, epigraph, Louise Bourgeois, “He Disappeared Into Complete Silence”, Adrian Piper, “Political Self-Portraits”, Bernadette Mayer, “Memory”, Alison Knowles, “A House of Dust”, Unica Zürn, “The House of Illnesses”, Erica van Horn & Laurie Clark, “Docking Competitions”, Bhanu & Rohini Kapil, “India Notebooks (excerpt from Schizophrene)”, Hannah Weiner, “Pictures & Early Words”, in It Is Almost That: A Collection of Image+Text Work By Women Artists & Writers (ed. Lisa Pearson); Stephen Augustine, “The Endless Thread 4.0”, at The STaugustine Bunker Pagoda’s Endless Thread, 30 Jan 010; Adam Mansbach, “Tragedy in a minor key gets most of us to hum along”, at Boston.com, 21 Feb 010; Karl Marx, as quoted in Timothy Morton, “First the workers are cleared off the land, then the sheep arrive”, at Ecology without Nature, 29 May 011; Richard J Locksley-Hobson, “Timothy Morton”, at The Hauntological Society, 29 May 011; JBR (Jack is one of Omo Bob & family’s cats)]