Why does everyone rush through games, anyway? Sometimes it seems like it’s too much “On to the Next One” and not enough “Never Change,” to put it in terms of Jay-Z. We'll make a living selling cheap tickets and drinks and popcorn. We'll be these exotic, olive-skinned intellectuals and everyone will adore us! We'll be just like the young Japanese couple who go chasing rock ‘n roll in Jarmusch’s Mystery Train. Let’s get new names. Let’s dye our hair. For that matter, when you say, “I’m eating some cake,” why don’t you have to actually eat some actual cake in order to let someone know you’re eating some cake? It’s a mystery. Just like “it.” Say “it” over and over again — itititititititititititititititititit — The Lady of Ur says I feel like I´m the oldest museum in the world and I´ve just had been ransacked. WHAT WOULD YOU DO with a couple of tons of ice? No, really. Ice. As in frozen water. That you pried off a glacier in the south of Chile. We are still sitting on the tarmac, with the girl with the leashed gray-black cat, with Concord grape eyes; how flows the Demerara, dear brother, still out to the Atlantic? They have misnamed our numbers 1 2 3 4 5. Jesus Fetus Fajita Fishsticks. And the virgins are all trimming their wigs. Danny! Danny! Put another round in that woman over there! Look, she’s a twitcher! Can a book read a book? Then why do they tell me I’m beautiful? There were squirrel-birds and jackal-birds and the old woman wore a vermilion jacket. I don’t understand why I think I’m not like the beards of Spanish Moss hanging from trees by the ocean. Can you understand what I’m saying? Actually, I was talking to a friend a couple of days ago about what “understanding” might actually mean. Anyway, I’m getting off the point: Margaret Thatcher, and her strange relationship with the combined central nervous systems of all of the people who were picked up in the weeks following the riots, around 3000 of them. It is, of course, a very tricky equation, bearing in mind that it would have to be visibly segregated into several different sectors operating at highly incompatible latitudes, with all of the turbulence and storms that rage along the borders and boundaries of those sectors considered. What the fuck you looking at? A boarded up warehouse hoarding secrets like homeless fires roaring inside. Earlier in the day, Marissa, a Goth girl I work with (Sbarro’s) told me “green was my color … definitely.” Her voice was still vibrating in my. I was on the second level watching Richard Simmons motivate. I had a job at the mall and I was on break. The feeling of being packaged into my own afterlife was strong and not really unpleasant. I wanted to cup a mannequin’s breast the way I was feeling. The winter for mushrooms, as for music, is a most sorry season. In the summer, matters are different. Some three thousand different mushrooms are thriving in abundance, and right and left there are Festivals of Contemporary Music. The problem has gotten so bad the city has even trained large black-faced langur apes to scare off the smaller monkeys from approaching government buildings. Lucy Pagoda could be confounded with Yvonne Pagoda at one time. The planets drift in stressed twitches across the sky. I won’t have an epiphany. I won’t come back together. Or I’ll have a shoddy epiphany. A hit epiphany. A puke epiphany. A rotten orchid for an epiphany. A stunt epiphany on a motorcycle. I’ll wear Liz Taylor’s wig. This-a here’s what we call a neon animist spaceship aporia. I feel it like a great host passing over my organs: Demons, huge chittering bugs. Through the selva, a bare column staggering, the imps and chittering. 273 seconds later he hit the big moving bar. If only I could devote himself to it. When I was young we used to have a row of little lanterns lighting the driveway down through the forest down to our house but my mom picked them all off one by one the first year backing up so now there are no lights and we drive down in the dark like Merlin. A journey within the 5th element. That’s when Larry Cucumber met his match in the perseverance maze. Patti was trying to spook him with big hanging wolf eyes. It’s affordable theater. Her shirt was on inside out, on the tugboat to the Keys. When the field puts its ear to the ground it can hear a faint humming.
[Note: SPD Spring 012 catalog #15. Sources: Drew Millard, and the B&N blog, as quoted in Millard’s “Who’s going to kickstart the ‘slow gaming’ movement?”, at Kill Screen, 31 Jan 012; Noha Al-Badry, “Mania”, at Otoliths 24; Ambar Past, “The Lady of Ur”, at Left Curve (“just had been” is Word’s suggested emendation to Past’s much more lucid original); Eileen Smith, “Chilean glacier pillaged for 5000 kilos of ice”, at Matador Network, 31 Jan 012 (“Some 5000 kilos (eleven thousand pounds) of ice has recently been stolen out of Chile’s National Park Bernardo O’Higgins, near the community of Caleta Tortel on the Carretera Austral (Southern Highway) in the south of Chile. It was removed from the Jorge Montt area of the Southern Patagonian Icefield, which is one of the world’s largest repositories of ice, after the Greenland and Antarctic ice caps. The ice field spans parts of Chilean and Argentine Patagonia, including Argentina’s Parque de Los Glaciares, home to Argentina’s well-visited Perito Moreno Glacier (pictured above), and parts of Chile’s Torres del Paine national park. National Chilean newspaper El Mercurio reports that a cargo truck was seized yesterday evening near the community of Cochrane, and that investigations into the theft indicate that the plot’s leader lives in Santiago. For a simple robbery, based on the market value of the ice, penalties could reach up to 3 million Chilean pesos, or about 6 thousand US dollars. Penalties for destruction of natural resources are weak in Chile, so it is not clear what (if any) other penalties may apply. It is also still not clear what the ice was destined for, though commenters in Chile suggest that it was to be used to freshen the drinks of upper class Santiaguinos against the summer heat.”); Sasenarine Persaud, “Street Fair: Brookline 300”, “Do Not Say Goodbye”, at Sasenarine Persaud; JBR; website name; JBR; Johnny Cash, “The Man Comes Around” (wigs is really wicks, but it sure sounds like wigs); Sheriff Cahill, in Dawn of the Dead (2004) on tv as I write; Dennis Phillips, “Sophia’s Lament”, at The PIP (Project for Innovative Poetry) Blog, 13 Dec 08; JBR; Sean Bonney, “Letter on Harmony and Sacrifice”, at Abandoned Buildings, 31 Jan 012; Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarashina, “My City Is A Hard Femme”, at Brownstargirl; Ben Hersey, “Excerpts from The Autograph of Steve Industry”, at Everyday Genius, 27 Jan 012; John Cage, “Music Lovers’ Field Companion”, Urbanist, Gertrude Stein, Lucy Church Amiably, as quoted in Reynard Seifert, “α language having a cow”, at HTMLGIANT, 31 Jan 012; Aase Berg, “The Cursed Part”, and Johannes Göransson, as quoted is Göransson’s “‘The Adrenaline Blooms’: Gaudy Possibilities #2 (The Patti Smith Orbit)”, at Montevidayo, 31 Jan 012; JBR; Kalan Sherrard, website landing page, “peeling the skin off my face”, at The Enormous Face, via Graham Harman, “weird OOO street artist identified”, at Object-Oriented Philosophy, 31 Jan 012; Jack Kimball, “Variations cost a lot …”, at Pantaloons, 31 Jan 012; Martin Glaz Serup, The Field, as quoted in Geof Huth, “In the Field, I am the Absence of Field”, at dbqp, 31 Jan 012]
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