Where a tower is lifted by the crescents of two luminous moons, hanging from them by two straps that are connected to its surface by wheels. The night sky is filled with stars. The tower resembles some kind of contraption, a ‘pataphysical machine perhaps (a machine of the possible), dizzy to muse on the daedal earth, feedback Hendrix “Star Spangled Banner,” newspapers, coffee, old t-shirt, sweater, skullcap, old corduroy jacket. The works and ways of humans, their death and birth, X, Trane, Ho, Che, A luta continua, maybe Emma Goldman or anonymous campesina with machine gun! Each week, on Saturday, the colours set out but not used up are mixed together. The resultant usually neutral and dreary-looking hue announces suddenly, when put in the context of its predecessors, its own richness and particularity. I had been reading The Garden of Cyrus and had enjoyed the section on the Quincunx; Browne promised me ‘mysteries and secrets accomodable to this number’, and he was right. As the crosses progress downwards with successive applications of paint so each grey comes into conjunction with up to seven others. Not for the first time a book lying open at random yielded wonders. That is, if poets and artists were willing to mug and assault rich people, and take their money, then poets and artists would no longer appear to the wealthy as a worthwhile investment strategy. And / or you could make a book of stories called “The first time I saw Lol ...”. His proudest moment was when the Sun Ra Arkestra watched him play solo, then came and said to him afterwards: “We saw what you were doing, man. It’s hard.” It was hard because Lol was playing with everything in the room, weaving it into something. “… At the Liberation … I discovered a coast that had been off limits during the entire war. For a child, the discovery of that seascape was an extraordinary moment, the end off the world, the finisterre; the discovery of freedom as well as an endless, negative horizon where there is nothing but the horizon, nothing but fluid dynamics.” “Guard the Mysteries! / Constantly reveal Them!” Mountains back away, kneel down, erode, the video store is closed at dusk. Brr; growl; energy spasm; nausea; mechanical juddering. Put differently, if capitalism is crisis, it should not be assumed that crisis is capitalism. Brr; growl; energy spasm; nausea; and so on. Noticing the proliferation of neologisms in my thought lately – “phallusophy”, “Diotimatics”, “spectralogy”, etc. – I naturally found myself worrying whether or not there’s a structural psychosis at work in my theory. “Remember when we told each other our fears and they turned out to be the same fears?” What I see from my window is the men’s prison, the usual gloomy building of red brick. But looking diagonally, I can see above the prison wall the green treetops of some kind of park. One of them is a tall black poplar, which I can hear rustling when the wind blows hard; and there is a row of ash trees, much lighter in color, and covered with yellow clusters of seedpods (later they will be dark brown). The windows look to the northwest, so that I often see splendid sunsets, and you know how the sight of rose-tinted clouds can carry me away from everything and make up for all else.
[Note: Sources: Jeroen Nieuwland, ekphrasis practiced on Remedios Varo ‘Icono’ in her “Stars of the Night Commute”, at The Rumpus, 12 Apr 010 (a review of Ana Božičević, Stars of the Night Commute); Frances Richard, “Blank Icarus”, “Sugar”, “sounds”, in The Phonemes (A luta continua = the struggle continues); Tom Phillips, “Terminal Greys”, in Works and Texts, at Tom Phillips; JBR; Josef Kaplan, “Manifesto #1: Theses on an Aesthetics of Violence”, at Lana Turner; JBR; “Lol Coxhill RIP”, at Association of Musical Marxists, 10 Jul 012; Paul Virilio, The Littoral as Final Frontier, as quoted in Marie Buck, “Animal Sheter [sic, i.e. Shelter] 2”, at Frankenstein vs. The World; Lew Welch, “Theology”, as quoted in Jonah Raskin, “‘Ring of Bone,’ by Lew Welch: review”, at SF Gate, 10 Jul 012; Rich Owens, “From ‘Editorial Coda: Notes on Struggle and Cosmology’”, at Sad Press, 10 Jul 012; JBR; Levi R Bryant, “Lacan, Anarchy, Masculinity, and Psychosis”, at Larval Subjects, 11 Jul 012; Tomas Weber, “from Hole”, as quoted in John Armstrong, “Better Than Language, the Jonny Liron problem and the excellent Tomas Weber”, at Bebrowed’s Blog, 29 Sept 011; Rosa Luxemburg, letter to Sophie Liebknecht, as quoted in Adam Kirsch, “‘Red Rosa’ by Adam Kirsch: A Review of ‘The Letters of Rosa Luxemburg’ at the Jewish Review of Books”, at rosaluxemburgblog, 9 Jul 012]