Nothing human makes it out of the near-future. You get off the train and walk out of the station and you are hit with the full blast. On the sixth day all stones small and great will clash together, and each rock will shatter into four lots, and each of these lots will fight with the others, until they are all eroded to dust. I get on well with this skeleton. So I follow scratchadelia through Grandmaster Flash into electro, with another group called Knights of the Turntable. At some point I fell out of consciousness from the tip of my penis to my testicles and squished in 40 grapes and started to laugh when they all fell out. “Don’t bother chewing your cheese, dude, it’ll chew itself.” My chain of minty abstractions trip over the titty bumps, gets hovered into the scalloped ever pink. “You (almost) never see it in public so / You have to conjure it all day long, / Drag it into every conversation, / To flesh out the corporate pic.” But wait, where is this camel really going? There are all sorts of horrible weapons that could make you stink, cry, and bleed. I took two tablets of MDMA, and an Adderall. I lit a cigarette and started to smoke it in Jeremy Lin’s bed. What is it you want? Vast forces dormant in nuggets of imprisoned sunlight? Spices, perfume, ivory, apes, and peacocks? Deader Sea Scrolls? Skipping keeps coming out at me. And something silent. I’m jumping how the skipping is meaning skipping, as in a record skipping. Beyond that, getting waves of darkness, mess, silence, blood. Enjoying it. Has a great rhythm to it. Obvious that it’s not a simple repeating algorithm. We find “We can nearly lift our own body weight and abound in bioavailable optimism”. “We are all invasive specious”. “Low Burn” (Are a crash a way in?). If you make marks in silk or milk. I love summers when my feet burn on the sidewalk. Levinas says “Nothing is gratuitous.” This evening faces west. This evening is all liquid. This evening catches the white spider. You are just like the people on this show, it says. Except for not being famous and rich. You laugh and cry and get in fights with your mom. But if you laughed and cried and got into fights with your mom on a reality TV show, you would be famous and rich. Here we find Rat and Bear, almost thirty years later, lost in their dreams. Among the hundreds of paired ads, the viewer will discover the curious association between the color schemes in an ad for cat food and another for private airplanes.
[Note: Sources: Nick Land, “Meltdown”, at ccru; “The Signs of the Fifteen Days Before Doomsday” (tr. Bill Griffiths), in Aspects of Anglo-Saxon Magic; Ikkyu, “Skeletons” (tr. John Stevens), in Wild Ways; Kodwo Eshun, “Motion Capture”, at ccru; Anne Boyer, “The Dark Deer”, at La Petite Zine; Linh Dinh, as quoted in Hai-Dang Phan, “Some Kind of Book review”, at Hai-Dang Phan, 16 Nov 09; “But wait, where is this camel really going?”, at Vice, 1 May 012; Henry Langston, “Coming Soon To a Riot Near You”, at Vice, 1 May 012; Marie Calloway, “Jeremy Lin”, at Vice, 12 (?) Apr 012; Robert Moses, Official Guide: New York World’s Fair 1964 /1965, as quoted in Paul Durica, “April / May 1965”, at Poetry Foundation, 1 May 012; impones, comment appended to John Armstrong, “People come genuinely but mistakenly”, at Bebrowed’s Blog, 1 May 012; Laynie Browne, and Stacy Doris and Lisa Robertson, “The Perfume Recordist”, as quoted in Browne’s “‘Air Furs Contact’: On the Erotic, Outrageous, Enmeshed Poetics of Stacy Doris”, at Evening Will Come 17; JBR; Robert Fitterman, “NOT (A Translation of the opening pages of Stacy Doris’ KNOT)”, in his “NOT NOTES: A Translation-Memoriam-Essay for Stacy Doris”, at Evening Will Come 17; John Olson, “Henry Miller in a Bath Towel”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 1 May 012; Julia Cohen, “This Evening Press”, at $650 Apartment for $650, 1 May 012; Alissa Nutting, “Dreams Can Come True: TV and Reality in Kate Durbin’s E! Entertainment”, at The Offending Adam 102.3; “Peter Fischli David Weiss: Sun, Moon and Stars”, at this is tomorrow, 11 Jan 010 (i.m. David Weiss)]
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