Who avenges himself, and for what, by this gob of spit? “There’s nothing up my sleevelessness.” A rake is the most appropriate tool to clear up the mess. After the fight, I left with my brother. I recognized no one, and nearly fell in a ditch. We are the car horns of Brooklyn. Maraming salamat. McVeigh-Schultz goes on to wonder if the players of such games are able to unpack the procedural rhetoric in a particular artifact. When the eunuchs cast Jezebel out what happened to the eggs inside her? Perish, perish. The Bangkok pollution cloud filters and standardizes the light with only gray spectral frequencies. The B-mu is designed not to push this crap away, but to attract it. Eh? You are left with the task of sorting out the ideas you have never had. What was it you were saying? These are of a higher order. He waved his hand. They posit an asterisk. How far is Holland from Grand Rapids. How far is New York from Grand Rapids how far is Düsseldorf from New York and New York from Denver how far is it to Detroit from Brussels and the train where they read Clepsydra together. “At this point I refer you to a picture by Schwind, from the Schack Gallery in Munich, so that you may see how rightly the artist has conceived the origin of a dream from a dominating situation. And I do not think I am mistaken or that I attribute too much preconcerted design to the artist, by noting that the uppermost of the gnomes, who is filing the grating (and so does what the prisoner would like to do) has the features of ...” How were vectors complicated by access / brambles / ambient elements / the dull violet or pale green snow that began to fall during map-making? The alien powder is sifted through, poured out, regathered in rich pulses of telluric current from the far side of the immense terrace of Elsinore ... Hamlet looks at thousands of specters. But he is an intellectual Hamlet. He meditates on the life and deaths of truths. His ghosts are all the objects of our controversies, his remorse is all the titles of our glory ... if he seizes a skull, it is an illustrious skull – "Whose was it?" – This one was Lionardo ... And this other skull is that of Liebniz who dreamed of universal peace. And this one was Kant qui genuit Hegel, qui genuit Marx, qui genuit ... Hamlet does not know what to do with all these skulls. But if he abandons them! ... Each dot sprouts a thin, jittery aura, the reddest, the greenest, all the red, all the pink as the rest vibrate eclipsed in black, the lightest dissolve away, the darkest char holes and the pattern blisters with an electric shadow of itself sharp, like a knife, stabbing the squeaky white halls until varied-colored dots bleed out like in a kind of two-dimensional alien zoo or something or other. When someone asked her “Niye böyle gürültüyle yürüyorsun?” (why do you make so much noise when you walk?), she would answer, for example with the memorised headline “Wenn aus Hausrat Unrat wird” (when belongings become trash). Reading Jacqueline Rose with my morning tea. Acoustics are performed by an invisible or gelatin membrane, tucked over the speakers like parachute material. Even in the dream, I understood that this was phatic communion and resisted the impulse to squeeze back. Enter HEADSTURGEONS followed by Enter FISHMONGERS Colon speechmarks Trouble in the Hous ? illy all tied up Nothing random says the EVERY HOST about the herrings of this fanny face Once remove able envelope just stamp or aply anywhere twice culled more loved All presently engage in a (Vigorous) POINT-DE-DEUX. These are the markers of what’s there, what there is by necessity in the field of self-play and no player, deduct mentally. There is a garden in her face, when owls do cry, or if I live, or if I die. Molecular contradiction given out for taken aback, ‘each new distribution seems to contradict what preceded it; since there are no predictable continuities, one can only listen in the immediate present to each moment as it occurs.’ Did I mention the parrot? The public loves to be told that it has to learn to expect less, because everyone wants everyone else to have less, and everyone is willing to have less himself if that is the price for making everyone else but him have less. What a [male or female genital organ]. The blood of virginity lost in space, jouissance in the puissant stars. As such, swans become an object of hate:
Every starling I see I will kill with my brain-mask, my weak
hand strangled by the jury, whose task must be to shine
through to the hurtful limit. Twelve or so I thought, the rest
caught by public confession to betrayals they didn't
fight. I accept everything, every tiresome imitation of flight.
So:
Send me a sick bag to speak / to you from … In my dream
phones signify ‘family’, so synthetic brothers, sisters,
put your money all over the table. I am so tired it's
not true. I could do this all day, eating figs, eating
the remnants of the New British Poetry, warring clams,
pelicans vomiting blood into boring glands, buying floor
fans to keep the city cool.
[Note: SPD Spring 012 catalog #9. There will not be 26 of these. Not enough population in some letters (e.g. only two “I”s, neither of which I cd use). Sources: Phillippe Jaccottet, “(untitled) Already, he’s no longer who he was. …” (tr. Judith Bishop), at Judith Bishop.net; Charles Bernstein, and Paolo Javier, as quoted in Javier’s, “Maraming salamat to Emmy Catedral & The Artist’s Institute …”, at The Realness, The Foundation, 2 Jan 012 (Maraming salamat = Tagalog for thank you); Coen Wubbels, “New Year’s Eve firecracker show in Suriname”, at Matador Network, 24 Jan 012; Jamey Jones, “Intimacy”, “Making Coffee With Tom Clark’s Lunar Guide”, at Big Bridge 14; Ian Bogost, “ON TECHNICAL AGENCY AND PROCEDURAL RHETORIC: A quick response to Joshua McVeigh-Schulz”, at Ian Bogost Blog, 24 Jan 012; Dina and Dan, “Dina and Dan Parlay”, at Boys with Short Hair, 24 Jan 012; “Dusty Relief”, at New Territories (B-mu is a museum designed by R&Sie. It’s an electrostatic structure; see the Morton bit, following); Timothy Morton, “Deleuzian Architecture”, at Ecology without Nature, 24 Jan 012; Dina and Dan, “Dina and Dan Cannot Retain Anything”, at Boys with Short Hair, 24 Jan 012; Sigmund Freud, A General Introduction to Psychoanalysis, as quoted in Jonty Tiplady, “THE DREAM OF THE PRISONER (1836)”, at Jonty Tiplady, 24 Jan 012; Bhanu Kapil, “A Paragraph Is A Vector”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 24 Aug 012; Patrick Pritchett, “Core Samples From the World”, at Writing the Messianic, 24 Jan 012; Paul Valéry, "La politique de l'esprit", as quoted in Jacques Derrida, Specters of Marx (tr. Peggy Kamuf); Marina Galperina, as quoted in Hrag Vartanian, “Is Damien Hirst Lazy”, at Hyperallergic, 24 Jan 012; Harald Jähner, as quoted in Pierre Joris, “Language without a childhood”, at Nomadics, 24 Jan 012 (“on the Turkish-born German-writing author Emine Sevgi Özdamar”); Bhanu Kapil, “Schizophrenia and the Institution”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 24 Jan 012; Caroline Bergvall, “GOAN ATOM”, JH Prynne, Kazoo Daydreams, or on what there is, John Armstrong, Keston Sutherland, “Odes to TL61P”, as quoted in Armstrong’s “2011: a Landmark Year?”, at Bebrowed’s Blog, 24 Jan 012; Richard Owens, Luke Roberts, “Colossal Boredom Swansong”, as quoted in Owens’ “Luke Roberts His False Flags”, at Damn the Caesars, 24 Jan 012]
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