This is not to say that the miners are simply following the indignados. As one of their most widely seen banners put it: “No Estamos Indignados, Estamos Hasta Los Cojones” (“We Are Not Indignant, We Are Pissed Off To Our Balls”) ... Last night I tried to watch Episode One of Fassbinder’s Berlin Alexanderplatz, and five times I watched the establishing shot of the man walking along walls in bright sunlight only to find that when the first words in the episode were spoken, I think by a soldier, the subtitles were not on, and every time I thought I had turned them on, it turned out they were not on, and I tried again and again, becoming serener and serener as the night wore on, serener because more and more resigned, and I watched the sun fall on the cracks in the man’s face as he walked down the street until the moment something in German was said, and the dread that had woken me up and caused me to want so badly to see a movie slowly ebbed and was replaced with the dread that fills the establishing shot of the film, the man with his face moving in clots of light along walls that move past, different versions of white. How were fellow creatures likely to appear to our long-lost hominid ancestors? “The dead in their paper beds.” “An animal from the time of animals, I write and eat with my hands.” “Cup of tea said I was alive.” “The apocalypse brings about arts and crafts.” “Pleasure you with a rolled / -up TLS,” she writes, “everyone will be happy // not in denial of shit but in accordance with it.” During the echo/recording part of the reading -- with swans releasing blood into a roiling ocean -- as I hear it, note it -- I stare at the red-orange lipstick-colored gladioli in the ikebana arrangement to the podium's left. [How to write, or why]: ["] This “preparing for [yet] another future” disaster. An “intuition” that one is living a “counterfeit.” Roll up your sleeves, or eat an orange. Sometimes the new dog just stands there not looking for the toy or the small piece of just discarded bite-sized world / and her exaggerated head is cartoonly tilted at the lamp that is too high / even for us humans to turn on or off. RB: Yes. And it developed, one led to another. The seven-pointed star was the hardest one to draw. JS: Why? RB: There’s a prescribed way of drawing it in the mystical literature, and you have to be very careful about how you do it, otherwise it loses its seven significances — the planets, the days of the week, you know, that kind of thing. Then I went to the ogdoadic, which is the eight-pointed star — that has even more significance. I don’t think you want to go into all of the mystical and religious significances of what the stars were, but a lot of it had to do with witchcraft, the very early female rites, and feminism comes into the idea, too. I don’t stress that — I’ve never even mentioned it in relation to the paintings — but that is a woman’s significance, the stars. There is a scene where Caligula-Bobbi holds a shot-gun (razor) wedding w/ a young male prostitute, but the only other attendants of the wedding are other dead victims in blood-stained togas. On both sides of the wedding procession colonnade are 200 different giant rubber versions of intersex genitalia that all urinate wine in long stone urinals and drain into enormous solid gold swine’s heads. Michael Caine plays the weird Flamen who weds Caligubobbi to his new bride. Caligubobbi looks like the Xeno-Adamic fertilization agent from Ridley Scott’s Prometheus, while his bride, Justin Bieber, appears like the murderous Bobbi in DePalma’s first film although, not wearing a raincoat and Rayban Wayfarers, but a toga and same, and the same blonde wig. Instead of a kiss to consummate the wedding, The Prometheus Caligubobbi takes a drop of “black semen” from a phallic totem near to them and puts it on his tongue, turning his whole body into a boiling mass of hyperplastic genitalia mutating in a kaleidoscopic and lapidary ecstasy of color and sound ... This is when the ghost of Emperor Augustus appears riding atop a palanquin of Jake and Dinos Chapman’s “chorus” of interconnected fuckface children, dismounts and moves to possess Justin Bieber's transmogrifying kaleido-scopic bride genitalia like a turtle to its beloved shell. The last part of the scene the Augustus Bieber bride gives birth to a tome made of scabs, which Caligubobbi opens and begins to read, but only makes the sound that Donald Sutherland made at the very end of _Invasion of the Body Snatchers_.
[Note: Sources: Richard Seymour, “Spanish Civil War”, at Lenin’s Tomb, 13 Jun 012 (“... the latest spending squeeze, which includes 63% cuts to coal subsidies resulting in thousands of job losses, has provoked furious and desperate resistance by Spanish miners. The cutback came just as the government spent billions rescuing the banks. So, toward the end of last month, approximately 8,000 workers went on strike, indefinitely. In the Asturias province where the mines are largely based, the main square of Oveido was occupied by workers using the same tactic as the indignados.”); Ariana Reines, “Rainer Werner Fassbinder”, in Mercury (and, with slight variations, at Poetry Project Newsletter October November 2010); Maxine Sheets-Johnstone, The Corporeal Turn: An Interdisciplinary Reader; Brenda Coultas, Bhanu Kapil, Jalal Toufic, as quoted in Kapil’s “SWP: Night 1: reading Report / Decompressions”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 13 Jun 012; Marianne Morris, So Few Richards, So Many Dicks, as quoted in a review at Poetry Project Newsletter October November 2010; Manny of Back Books, as quoted in Timothy Morton, “If you're feeling under pressure, try doing somehting [sic] different”, at Ecology without Nature, 13 Jun 012; Michael Klein, “There is where my sympathy comes to an abrupt end”, as quoted in Bhanu Kapil, “Michael Klein’s Poem”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 13 Jun 012; Regina Bogat, and Jillian Steinhauer, as quoted in Steinhauer’s “Art, Life, Commercialism and Sexism in the New York School: Regina Bogat’s Story”, at Hyperallergic, 13 Jun 012; phaneronoemikon, “Daydream”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 13 Jun 012]