GULPHZOOM CRACKS EACH AND EVERY SANSKRIT GHOSTBOX TO ETIOLATE ASCII HARPSCRATCH, BUT WILL THIS TUMESCENT VENUS FLYTRAP CHOKE OUT THE CORRECT ADHESIVE PROTOCOLS? Every looted plasma mirror cop a riot turn on [so utopia is emo & infested with slithering tails etc.] Dehydropiandrosterone moves my bed as modernity refuses to pass away and Apple + tab darts between worlds as in rooms tragically high fructose corn syrup. Since then, Rolex quality means that accurate. Without rhetoric, it has conquer the world. Have you seen the Joe Brainard movie? I know what happened to the bees they are buried on Lindisfarne / an ad hoc braille for honeymooners’ feet from the earth’s core that says / hey, tread softly for you tread on my treadmill / make a bullet hole in my heart for next door’s bass player. I remember my little brother trying on my prom dress and Mike Schway spilling chocolate on it and the two of them getting into a big fight, which may have ended with my brother getting suspended from school. I remember not going to my prom, how could I, but to hear Charles Lloyd with Keith Jarrett instead. With Sheila, who would have been my prom date. It wasn't til years later that I learned she never forgave me. All of this is code. God gave us arson and theft. LAST month, in San Jose, California, 21 people were treated for burns after walking barefoot over hot coals as part of a Tony Robbins motivational event called Unleash the Power Within. Weeping at high speed / all smears intermingle / & was burns bloated joints so white / it is the same the same & all indifferent houses / it is scientific errors of the past or / doing the right thing or / the inevitable blue mountains / I met a man last week / who asked me how to sing / You don’t do it, I said, you just, you know. What did that idiot Robbins think would happen? EPIC FAIL asshole, as Boyer’s “reply” to Friedlander sorta begins. Whatever. Fight the perfume. For pride of her roar the cat leapt her spleen lived. The leaking mouth of a loose purse, an open source genital accident to dictate to a square. “Can the machine nurse?” asks Irina Aristarkhova, vis-à-vis the science and art of male pregnancy, positioning the condition as a question of the hospitable man. That is, the Pentagon is considering awarding a Distinguished Warfare Medal to drone pilots who sit safely ensconced in a bunker on U.S. soil playing video game-style warfare in which villagers are blown up like bugs. “With the logic of Real-as-impossible you have this notion of the unattainable object – the logic of desire, where desire is structured around a primordial void. I would argue that the notion of drive that is present here cannot be read in these transcendentalist terms: that is to say, in terms of an a priori loss where empirical objects never coincide with das Ding. The vulgar example that I would give here is the following. Let us say you are in love with a woman. And that you are obsessed with her vagina. You do all the possible things: you penetrate it, kiss it, whatever – it's your problem; I won’t go into that. Now, from a transcendentalist perspective the idea is that this is a typical illusion: you think the vagina is the Thing itself, but really it’s not, and you should accept the gap between the void of the Thing and the contingent object filling it up. But when you are in such an intense sexual love relationship, I don’t think the idea can be that the vagina is just an ersatz for the impossible Thing. No, I think that it is this particular object, but that this object is strangely split. There is a self-distance – you know it is the vagina, but you get never enough – the split is within the object itself. The split is not between the empirical reality and the impossible Thing. No, it is rather that the vagina is both itself and, at the same time, something else.” So this is a kind of archaeology of spaces as they are captured in these different forms of capture and registration. You read details, speckles, pixels and patterns, connect them to larger forces, or at least you understand the impossibility of doing so, often noting paradoxes and misrepresentations. There is now animal fat in the extinguishers: ¡No Pasaran! Perhaps every rebel kid (myself included) thinks that one day, were they in court for Fighting The Good Fight, this is what they’d be brave enough and eloquent enough to say. These women said it. Three riot grrls in pastel ski masks went full Giordano Bruno against the forces of church-corporation-government. I remember Dad’s Kreml bottle was shaped sort of like a half-pint whiskey bottle. I remember it had a black label. I remember that the Kreml itself was the color of a urine sample. I remember drinking Dad's Kreml and replacing it with urine ... “and his hair was perfect!”
[Note: Sources: Colleen Hind and Pocahontas Mildew, “RELEVANT INTERLUDE”, “Trigger Warning”, “Squick”, in We Are Real: A History; Marianne Morris, “Art Will Save Your Life”, “Commitment: An Ode”, in Commitment; Omega replica watches, comment left many times at ZS (hat tip Omo Bob); JBR, but see I Remember: A Film About Joe Brainard; Posie Rider, “Holy Isle”, in City Break Weekend Songs; JBR, email to Omo Bob, 9 Aug 012 approx 11:41 AM PDT; Oliver Burkeman, “The Power of Negative Thinking”, at The NY Times, 4 Aug 012; Anne Boyer, “ALLOWING NO HISTORY, SAVE ALL REMAINS”, in Antonymics after Ben Friedlander, at Google Docs; JBR; Columbia University Press blurb for Irina Aristarkhova, Hospitality of the Matrix: Philosophy, Biomedicine, and Culture, as quoted in Creston Davis, “A Refreshing (not to mention funny) Feminist Voice: Irina Aristarkhova”, at Objet petit a, 9 Aug 012; JBR; Glenn Greenwald, and Jacob Sloan, as quoted in Sloan’s “Don’t Turn Drone Operators Into Heroes”, at Disinformation, 9 Aug 012; Slavoj Žižek, in Conversations with Zizek as quoted in S C Hickman, “Is Zizek a secret OOO philosopher?”, at Dark Chemistry, 9 Aug 012; Eyal Weizman, in an interview with Michael Schapira and Carla Hung, as excerpted in Derek Gregory, “Forensic architecture”, at Geographical Imaginations, 8 Aug 012; David Chaloner, as quoted in an announcement for Angel Exhaust 22, at The Other Room; Slogan on t-shirt worn by Nadezhda Tolokonnikova (Pussy Riot) in photo embedded in Suzy X, untitled reblog of post from youngloudandscotty, at Suzy X, 8 Aug 012, Suzy X, “stoya: mollycrabapple: ‘This is a trial of the whole …”, at Suzy X, 8 Aug 012 (cancelled post; again, about Pussy Riot); JBR; JBR, email to Omo Bob, 10 Aug 012; Omo Bob, email to JBR, 10 Aug 012]
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