Metal shards ignored like old slaves. The sound of electricity. A cat is red and she is a mutant driving an eggplant Cadillac. Love Stories Suck! is grafitti’d on a traffic line. It will be whole when stones lie differently. Things work on us by tapping into what (for lack of a better term) I’ll call the human inorganic. When we eat, as we must, we should at least eat as the Hesse story imagines the wolves do, unelevated, amid the eaters. All bodies can only pretend to be upright; all are down here, constitutively. ‘Geography is not allowed to be taught in the prisons, nor history, nor physics. At Al Quds University there was no faculty of law before 1993. He says, Give me your end, he explains that this means give me your hell. Palestinians say this whenever they ask for a lighter. Lighting a cigarette is a big deal in Palestine.’ Later you said good-bye / One shovel of Newport Beach dirt over me / Where olive tree clouds over green plots / Lean toward a lake reservoir entirely covered for fear of poisoning. / … / Bogost tells us that a unit operation is always fractal, that a unit is never an atom, but a set, a grouping of other units that act together as a system ..., and that it names a phenomenon of accounting for an object. It is a process, a logic, an algorithm if you want, by which a unit attempts to make sense of another. He explicates it in detail: “In Badiou’s terms, it is the sense of a situation rather than the counting-for-one that establishes it. In Whitehead’s terms, it is a prehensive capability. In Husserl’s terms, it is noesis divorced of consciousness, cogitation, intention, and other accidents of human reasoning. In Lingis’s terms, it is the inner formula by which a thing invites its exploration. Since objects are all fundamentally different from one another, each one has its own approach, its own logic of sense making, and through this relation they trace the real reality of another, just as the radiation around an event horizon helps an astronomer deduce the nature of a black hole. ‘Unit operation’ names the logics by which objects perceive and engage their worlds.” “I have some [additional] comments, but I’m too busy with my psychedelic hula hoop and the hurricane …” What am I laughing at? / There are things I have come to destroy / Without intending to / Without any consciousness of / … / the way a virus reads code. The threaded / slats good dog are / tightening til they buckle. Now, / / from where the pressure is derived / … / the Summer oil rains for weeks / … / I said: don’t interrupt, but / / strapped by then to the gurney / and the room sung back. I should go walk around a mountain or go to the bookstore and look at cover designs or go buy sloppy revealing t-shirts at Goodwill or something; probably the mountain. To enter true life, now, with good hearts in our brains, a rotisserie holding the musk of relief beams or chains of sunlight bowing on the crotches of some of the plenty. Just a twang of salt. So you are the queen of darkness, he says. Hunh, I say. Couldn’t I be the collector of light? But he has a point. If the light is not destroyed, shouldn’t it be shining out of me prism-like?
[Note: Sources: Ray Bianchi, “The Canal Street Swing Bridge”, at Moria 14, issues 2,3,4; JBR, ekphrasis practiced on a photo by Traci Lynn Matlock, at The Body As Conduit, 26 Aug 012; Sarah Kelly, “it will be whole …”, in Better Than Language: An Anthology of New Modernist Poetries (ed. Chris Goode); Jane Bennett, “Powers of the Hoard: Further Notes on Material Agency”, Karl Steel, “With the World, or Bound to Face the Sky: The Postures of the Wolf-Child of Hesse”, in Animal, Vegetable, Mineral: Ethics and Objects (ed. Jeffrey Jerome Cohen), at Punctum Books; Steve Willey, “from Slogans”, in Goode; James Houlihan, “BOOK OF J”, at Moria 14, issues 2,3,4; S C Hickman, “Object Relations: The Theory of Operational Closure”, at Dark Chemistry, 26 Aug 012; Catherine Daly, FB comment, 26 Aug 012; JBR; Timothy Thornton, “from Jocund Day”, in Goode; I should go walk … mountain: Bookbat, “Music blogging is always anxiety blogging …”, at The Bookbat, 26 Aug 012; Eric Amling, “Infinity Why Not”, at So And So 6; Abby Beckel, “I Dream of Owls?, at So And So 6]