The subdivision of area codes follows. Housing evolves. But what of this back called my mule? [Carried over] was not what we carried out. Neither “compound” nor “mixture” adequately represents the sample of free radicals, what never figured in, undotted i’s, uncrossed t’s, a blur which fails to coalesce into the image of regimented pixels, an estimation of The Global Social-Political Mass — in its entirety. True, it’s quite impossible to actually arrive at that horizon, but to “develop” such an “exquisitely intricate” error-free poetic by moon-walking, well. Je est un autre: Hannah Hoch Heartfield. Triple-H is primarily concerned with how economically determined subjects live, love, party, grieve, & indeed struggle with the very possibility of just such things, in a remorselessly administered, privatized world. The problems & horrors of (re)presentation, of embodiment then you could say. I follow Notley in the sense that I believe it’s is carried by a voice, although, & first & foremost, the rigorous mystery of just such a category, often occluded by pre-suppositions of naturalism or singularity, means that the counter-poised figures of porousness, multiplicity, & instability are first principals where voice is concerned, yo, it’s all toward, & for other people, intimates to start with but equally & finally for whoever. It follows then that affectivity & presence as manifested questions of social desire animate me completely. Oh god, I feel like one of those, oh, what was it called, the toy that in pastel colored pencil made geometric patterns, circles & diamonds & so on. Y’all set? You can go ahead & punch in your PIN, would you like a bag? You’re all set. And when the social is most animal, & vice versa, I recently shaved my head and have the hair in a jar on my kitchen table. I am trying to make sense of these archives … not really. About the adjustable C-wrench / Next to the unusable-shaped pallet knife / By the brand new shirt / Next to the hand-printed price tag / After nails were pried from a board / During the command to stop the banging that would interrupt the conference call / … / With an exclamation of “What's good? What's going good? What's feeling fun?” / … / Under Cc: Bcc: Cc: Bcc: / We’re licking each other’s sweat, revolted by the laborious acidity of simmering Cialis. Reading “To The Reader” I find myself foam. My teeth crumble like mints into shredded glucose. I go to a small cell washed in halogen light. On Facebook, Malia Jackson describes a burrito-shaped hole in her cor. She goes to Chipotle but finds that going to Chipotle tripled the size of that burrito-shaped lack.
[Note: Sources: Tyrone Williams, “Little x Little”, “Limb(o)er”, “M.L.K.”, at Elective Affinities, 31 Jan 010; Rodrigo Toscano, “Turning of the Page”, at Elective Affinities, 1 Mar 010; Arthur Rimbaud; JBR; Dana Ward, “Poetics”, at Elective Affinities, 28 Mar 010; David Brazil, “Understanding The Material Practices of Glamour”, at Elective Affinities, 22 Dec 010; Claire Dougherty, “Poetics”, at Elective Affinities, 8 Aug 011; JBR; Lara Durback, “Locators in a Stack of Compassion”, at Elective Affinities, 24 Sept 011; Brandon Brown, “To the Reader”, at Elective Affinities, 5 Feb 012]