In the House of the Hangman 1020

In fact, watching clips of hundreds of drab, depressed attendees weeping as they sat opposite Abramović became monotonous. The woman who pulled off her dress and was escorted out by the guards was more amusing by far. I myself am ADHD and didn’t have the patience to wait in the interminable line. I just trekked up to the sixth floor to check out the installations. In “Luminosity,” a nude woman atop a bicycle seat mounted to the wall held her arms out like wings. I felt bad for her, like it must have been exhausting and shit. In “Imponderabilia,” two naked people stood in a doorway as visitors were obliged to squeeze between them. I did it again and again and again. Love is the equivalent of shredded lettuce. I want to die in a nice delicatessen with all the lights off except for one, the light on the bread. Considered one of the most exciting and significant discoveries in neuroscience, mirror neurons are neurons located in “key parts of our brains — the premotor cortex and centers for language, empathy and pain — and fire not only as we perform a certain action but when we watch someone else perform that action.” Imagine the Levinas quotes as the twin curves of a parenthesis running sideways along the lengths of the page’s margins. It’s that “held lightly,” floating on the horizontal axis, that arrests the attention – if a square is a door the sea comes in. But if the square is a window or a mother or a willow wind howls and things ease up outside, things soon enough. Eileen Myles closed us out with: “What are men dreaming, other than all women are stupid and in love with them?” I stretched, looked about, replaced my chap in its little holder, handfulled some fromage and poured seltzer down my gullet. Twenty-five minutes later I’m crawling under the kitchen’s bar, watching a tapestry flap against a wall like a bat trapped in a net. Frightened, I crawl to the bathroom and a beam of magenta light shoots through the window directly at me. Under my crusty paws, a foggy mist shifts over the yellow, speckled tile floor. I stare unblinkingly into a full-length mirror. “You’ll be okay, I say to my reflection. “I love you, you fractal religion with gods sticking out of gods. Every time you open the faucet, you get a sink full of gods!” 1: Organs 2: Hard Goods 3: Swimming with Eels 4: Givenchy 5: Archive Style 6: Skull Radio 7: England Calling 8: Rocket Jockeys 9: Emotional Signals Are Encoded in Tears 10: Down to the River 11: Empty Space 12: I am not Renoko! 13: Eaten by Dogs 14: Enantiodromic Zones 15: Random Acts of Downward Causation 16: Carshalton Shangri-La 17: Correlation States 18: It Takes Place in a Vacuum 19: Anyone Can Make a Mistake 20: Modern Luminescence 21: Everyone’s a VIP to Someone 22: The See-Not Gate 23: Heart Sounds & Bruits 24: Spike Train 25: Lowboy Orbits 26: Lizard People from Deep Time 27: The Medium Is Not the Message 28: Lay Down Yr Weary Tune, detailing everything “from Brecht’s revolutionary alienation technique to the free form Happenings of the 1960s, and … a joyous impromptu performance in the burnt-out shell of the Hamburg Opera just after the war.” That is, toys in the basement are throwing up. A longing for the sea, for salt seas -- replaced some of my cells, the ones in my forearms. These ideas will die off, just as some species die off before they are ever documented.

[Note: Sources: Geraldine Visco, “The Curator Is Present”, at Hyperallergic, 16 Jul 012; Jono Tosch, “Thomas Merton”, at Jubilat 21; Lee Ann Roripaugh, “POEM AS MIRROR BOX: MIRROR NEURONS, EMOTIONS, PHANTOM LIMBS, AND POEMS OF LOSS AND ELEGY”, at Jubilat 21; Patrick Pritchett, “Hank Lazer’s ‘N 18 (Complete)’”, at Writing the Messianic, 16 Jul 012; Robert Kelly, “Lattices Inspired”, as seen at wood s lot, 16 Jul 012; Corina Copp, “I Dreamt I Went to the 2012 Poets House Showcase Opening, and It Was Real”, at Harriet, 16 Jul 012; Julie Sokolow, “CHÔMU’S PURE LIQUID LSD”, at HTMLGIANT, 16 Jul 012; Anthony Madrid, “What With This New Body”, as quoted in Virginia Konchan, “I AM YOUR SLAVE NOW DO WHAT I SAY BY ANTHONY MADRID”, at The Rumpus, 14 Jul 012; M John Harrison, “empty space, the contents”, and martm, comment appended to same, at the m john harrison blog, 16 Jul 012; JBR; Logan Ryan Smith, “from The Singers”, as quoted in Michael Kelleher, “Aimless Reading: The S’s Part 35 (Logan Ryan Smith)”, at Pearlblossom Highway, 16 Jul 012; Bhanu Kapil, and Michelle Ellswoth, as quoted in Kapil’s “Pink lightning for Ban”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 16 Jul 012]

Comments

[Ed Baker]

you're crazy as hell
damn few of us left
&: The Documentation

[john]

Thanks, Ed!

[Arjay]

I just hope whoever writes these keeps wrtiing more!