But what are you thinking about? What did or what does your life consist of? I like your question. In the kitchen in a glass jar she kept demons (warring with cockroaches). Your question comes at absolutely the right moment, although it makes me slightly nauseous, the way roses or moldy dolls might -- vertigo. By evening my skin stung from the sun on an anthill. “I'm not home,” for example, “I can't come to the phone now,” or, “You have reached so-and-so”. A vibration of the surrounding atmosphere -- microwinds, a mystical notebook. The presupposition takes restraint not just for the work-ins that come from his mow but also from the work-ins of his amethysts, from his adornment, from his embroideries, from his Statistician Depot. They clearly sent mixed metaphors to the wraith. The statistics that came from the adornment -- and the embroidery is the adornment -- the statistics that came from the adornment was a statistics which is akin to appeal. I do not even know what to say in this moment that crushes my heart like a mouse in its vice grip; I yearn for a long bike ride on a fixie-with-no-breaks to my local organic green market so that I can pick up some fresh made rutabaga pickles; my body moves against my will toward the door, towards Outside; do I own argyle? And my body moves me and I am moved; let me play the ukulele and listen to Gangnam Style while maintaining my composure, but still making insightful, witty remarks. And this picture? I know how the prison guard defaced me. It was MS Paint. Season is, glove is something / / tell you about these fingers (fluff) / things fade slowly be default / / afternoon: is a thick rock / maybe three. “Someday, sex will be good again.” Most split infinitives are intentional. Still, their simulations suggest that at least 400 terawatts -- or 400 trillion watts of power -- could be generated from surface winds, and more than 1,800 terawatts could be extracted from winds throughout the atmosphere.
Pan in arctic
hooves in leathern bootsocks
The slanting pattern of his thinking
old comic books frozen to the faces of mummies:
Why did Doctor Moreau
name me Socrates?
Does hemlock grow
Akhenaten meets Pan
in a small ice station near the alien crash site.
Their words are muffled beneath the blathering snow.
I really love this. It’s actually quite Darwinian, the point being, that sexual selection is very very expensive for DNA — so why do it at all? Why not just clone? What are the deep reasons for it? It must be, argues Prévost, that a certain kind of expression is built into things, not simply living things either.
[Note: Sources: Arkadii Dragomoshchenko (i.m.), “FROM PHOSPHOR” (tr. Lyn Hejinian and Elena Balashova), at Postmodern Culture, v.3 n.2; Susan M Schultz, “Your daily Mitt (n+8)”, FB post, 12 Sept 012; MR Sheffield / Luco, “Insta-Luco”, at Why Is My Cat So Sad?, 12 Sept 012; Chika Sagawa, “Puromunaado” (anti-tr. by Sawako Nakayasu, 2011; tr. Sarah Cook, 2012), at New World Poetry, 12 Sept 012; Michel Foucault, as quoted in C E, “Undoing Sex: Against Sexual Optimism”, at Lies 1; Daniel Levin Becker, Many Subtle Channels: In Praise of Potential Literature, as seen at Amazon preview; Charles Q. Choi, as quoted in Abbas Raza, “STUDIES SHOW WIND POWER’S MASSIVE POTENTIAL”, at 3 Quarks Daily, 12 Sept 012 (“In comparison, people globally currently use about 18 terawatts of power.”); Phaneronoemikon, “Horus Descends on the World Garden...”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 12 Sept 012; I really love this … living things either: Timothy Morton, “Bertrand Prévost: The Matter of Contradiction (MP3)”, at Ecology without Nature, 12 Sept 012]