In the House of the Hangman 973

So I tried to locate God in a database and searched an online directory for the phone numbers of names connected to my question: Where Is God. These numbers were then used in Photoshop to determine the percentages of CMYK for the color fields and the opacity of the gradient applied. All our fallacies are pathetic, Geof, pun intended, and our truths are kinda-sorta-exactly-as-HP-Lovecraft-described. But take a close look at that little dot, volume 1, page 155. They are an intriguing bunch there, and none more so than the monkey with a thick white beard, whose nose is so upturned it gets an attack of sneezes when it rains. Discovered by Cambridge University scientists high in the mountains of Burma, there are thought to be fewer than 300 of them left. They spend rainy days hiding their heads between their knees. So I’m looking forward to AMM4 because the AMM intervention at the Poetry & Revolution Conference was so bad. And Watson was so horrible to everyone we only sold ONE copy of Blake in Cambridge. Andy had a birthday party to run; Sean sat at the back, arms over his head looking hungover and said nothing. Look mate, with Elvin Jones and Tony Oxley, workers not only UNDERSTOOD the most advanced art of their times, they CREATED it. But we couldn't argue that point because it was a poetry conference. PS No this isn’t a missing chapter from Shitkicks & Doughballs, it all happened in “real life”. There’s a whitening lotion for Filipinas, another reason I sometimes cheer for glabal warming. Sic. Ehm, let me think. I also have a life dot came. You are all killer clowns from hell. Famous saying. And I have not written about Eurovision, not a line. Oh I remember Robert Pattinson and Lady Gaga, they are kind dead now. Dead to me anyway. Help! (Long silence) Help! And so the classic hand-out-of-the-tomb scene. Ideological prosopopoeia has its day: markets talk as if they were persons, expressing their ‘worry’ at what will happen if the Greek elections fail to produce a government with a mandate to persist with the EU-IMF programme of “fiscal austerity" and “structural reform”. When the sky is falling / And your baby is walking reluctantly / Who won’t stop talking / Until the sky is right again …  Why doesn’t this water look right … What’s the angle / / What’s relational / The grass for real and the video of the grass … Alright, guys, here’s the pitch! This movie’s got everything! Hot young people! Blood! Blood ON the hot young people! Zombies! Inaccurate science! We start off with six tourists – American, of course, because aren’t Americans just the coolest?! They decide to go to Chernobyl in what’s become a rising trend amongst young people with money to burn called “extreme tourism.” Extreme! Find some way to do product placement of every energy drink ever – we really gotta heighten the extreme factor here! So, they hire a tour guide named, eh, what’s a common Russian name? Uri! Of course! Uri takes them to the city of Pripyat, where most of the workers lived during the nuclear disaster. He warns them of the dangers, but they came here for danger! America! Then they find themselves stranded in the ghost city and discover that they’re not alone. The radiation has created a bunch of flesh-hungry Ukrainian zombies and turns out they love the taste of Americans! Especially Jesse McCartney! Alright, can you have the final draft to me by 4 o’clock? ‘Vot vot’: that's all Lenin could say, when his mind was destroyed by brain disease, W. tells me. I’m 330,000 words into this Vot Vot, according to FILE / PROPERTIES. W. looks through my notebooks. Notes on Robert Walser’s confinement. Names and dates. Ah, very interesting, W. says. Didn’t Walser volunteer to be taken into Herisau asylum? W. says. Didn’t he want to go there for the peace and quiet? At the sanitarium I have the quiet that I need. Noise is for the young. It seems suitable for me to fade away as inconspicuously as possible. One lies like a felled tree, and needs no limbs to stir about. Desires all fall asleep, like children exhausted from their play. Walser was exhausted, W. remembers. He’d written himself out! He had nothing more to say! And there was no market for his feuilletons, W. says. He couldn’t make a living. Why shouldn’t the welfare state pick up the bill? Notes on Celan’s confinement. Of course, he was much worse off than Walser, W. says. He was much more ill! ‘They're doing experiments on me’, Celan said to a friend. ‘They've healed me to pieces’, he said to another. And notes on Hoelderlin’s confinement. Pallaksch, W. reads. – ‘What does that mean?’ Those were the words Hoelderlin repeated to himself in the 30 years he spent mad, I tell W. Pallaksch!, he sang out, as he played his piano madly. Pallaksch! he cried up to the night in his mania, when he couldn’t sleep. The theoretical consequences are far-reaching. The scientists say something must be going on in Earth’s depths to account for the missing thermal energy. They and others offer these possibilities: ¶ The core holds a much bigger stash of radioactive material than anyone had suspected, and its decay is giving off heat. ¶ The iron of the innermost core is solidifying at a startlingly fast clip and releasing the latent heat of crystallization in the process. ¶ The chemical interactions among the iron alloys of the core and the rocky silicates of the overlying mantle are much fiercer and more energetic than previously believed. ¶ Or something novel and bizarre is going on. “From what I can tell, people are excited,” Dr. Alfè said. As Feng Sun Chen puts it, “I actually have a copy of Franzen’s very thick book, and so does Obama. I don’t know where the book is now, but before I moved, I used it to keep the head of my bed from hitting the wall and disturbing the neighbors when I moved around in bed or had sex.” I also snuck in a fully-grown fly in a matchbox and released it inside the room where A Thousand Years is kept (the piece which has a cow’s head inside a big glass cabinet while thousands of flies buzz around inside it). I think this is pretty artistic on my part, as when people see my fly OUTSIDE the cabinet, they are probably wondering how it could have possibly escaped. Then they will probably think: ‘Brilliant. One fly outside the cabinet, hundreds of thousands inside. That is art. What a statement.’ I think this exhibition is mainly for the art connoisseur, but it is still effective. At least til my fly dies, a golf club
     shoved
        upside down
       down the length
  of the esophagus —
        the club head just showing
            though teeth.

[Note: For Geof Huth. Sources: Elisabeth Tonnard, “Where is God”, at Elisabeth Tonnard; JBR; JBR, but see Mishka Henner, Astronomical (index), at Mishka Henner, Works; Tamara Cohen, “The sneezing monkey 9 (… and nine other species we never knew existed until now)”, at Mail Online, 23 May 012 (hat tip Guy Taylor); Out to Lunch, comment appended 28 May 012 to “Poetry and Revolution (25-27th May): Why Destroy”, at Association of Musical Marxists, 22 May 012; JBR, but see Jean Vengua’s Facebook post re Block & White’s Whitening Lotion, 27 May 012; Stina Kajaso, “Njut”, at SONOFDAD, 28 May 012; Slavoj Žižek, “Save us from the saviours”, at LRB, 25 May 012 (“There are two main stories about the Greek crisis in the media: the German-European story (the Greeks are irresponsible, lazy, free-spending, tax-dodging etc, and have to be brought under control and taught financial discipline) and the Greek story (our national sovereignty is threatened by the neoliberal technocracy imposed by Brussels). When it became impossible to ignore the plight of the Greek people, a third story emerged: the Greeks are now presented as humanitarian victims in need of help, as if a war or natural catastrophe had hit the country. While all three stories are false, the third is arguably the most disgusting. The Greeks are not passive victims: they are at war with the European economic establishment, and what they need is solidarity in their struggle, because it is our struggle too.”); Thom Donovan, “for Terry”, at Wild Horses of Fire, 28 May 012; Courtney Barnett, “SO, SOMEONE THOUGHT IT WAS A GOOD IDEA TO MAKE A MOVIE ABOUT CHERNOBYL”, at Hello Giggles, 28 May 012; Lars Iyer, “Vot Vot”, at Spurious, 28 May 2012; JBR; Lars Iyer, “Confinements”, at Spurious, 28 May 012; Natalie Angier, “The Enigma 1,800 Miles Below Us”, at New York Times, 28 May 012; JBR; Feng Sun Chen, “I’m reading The Buddhist by Dodie Bellamy”, at Montevidayo, 28 May 012; Reuben Bonner, “Dear Damien Hirst”, at Vice, 28 May 012; Michael Scharf, “Bouleversement”, at Blackbox Manifold 8]

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