In the House of the Hangman 979

By “sometimes” I mean all the time. Like meat on a hook, or the image of meat on a hook, since actual meat turns green. We watched a clip cluster from Sex in the City, which was one after another scene of a woman demanding recognition from objects or persons whose job it was to become-objects, and no wonder why having a real doll is a dream, because you can make it say “I love you”,” “I desire you,” “I’m sorry,” “Does that feel good,” and “Why did that bastard say that to you?” in an eternal loop of distant listening, light touch reflection, magnification, and shrinkage, an archive of impacts whose success or failure depends more than anything on the timing of the effort to assimilate to the lie that the statement of love is not merely a proposition. This is why, perhaps, Laplanche uses the word “metabolize.”(Oh come on, try, this is hard, I can brainstorm a hundred examples and maybe maybe then you can and maybe you can hear something and surprise yourself later, which is how Bollas describes “the unthought known” in relation to the aesthetic, which doesn’t represent doesn’t represent what you know doesn’t represent what you know but provides a setting to encounter its impact.) It’s not that the classics can’t be wrong, it’s that they won’t be disgusting. Which proves they extrude. The more they compost king tufty, the less they lade! I’ve never seen the Hills; I watch almost no reality. I’ve been carrying around Lisa Robertson’s new book, Nilling: Prose Essays on Noise, Pornography, The Codex, Melancholy, Lucretius, Folds, Cities and Related Aporias, for a few weeks now, and I recently learned to my great surprise that I have a “transitional vertebra,” a relatively rare birth defect that connects me to our homo erectus ancestors, who had six vertebrae in their lower spines, whereas normal contempo-humans have five; what I have is something inbetween, neither lumbar nor sacral. According to this website, it may indicate that I am a “starseed.” “In melancholia extension stutters, braids, lurches, fucks, shuns, strokes, and snags in contingency.”

[Note: Sources: Lauren Berlant, “THE BOOK OF LOVE IS SAD AND BORING, NO ONE CAN LIFT THE DAMN THING …”, at Supervalent Thought, 3 Jun 012; Leon’s Random Essay Generator; Megan Burns, “Kate Durbin is my Reality Show”, at Solid Quarter, 3 Jun 012; Nada Gordon, and Lisa Robertson, “Perspectors/ Melancholia”, in Nilling, as quoted in Gordon’s “On Nilling, Transitional Vertebrae, Homo Erectus, Starseeds, Humid Gardens, Gold Spraypaint, Abramovic, Pem-Skool, Videosouls, etc.”, at Ululations, 3 Jun 012]

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