Spectacular jets are powered by the gravitational energy of a supermassive black hole in the core of the elliptical galaxy Hercules A. I think I might puke from a promontory. Friends, it’s my best guess. And on those where skeletal heads with jaws that rattles that look like they were laughing. I pledged a fish once. But the pledge slipped ... from ... Sometimes I feel their surroundings as my first oral rabbit. TAKTAK TAKTAK FTWANG SPABAT SPATSPAT. And Spang! Spang! Spang! (someone’s head being banged against a lightpost or mailbox,,,). One thing that’s very evident in Thunderbird is the quantity of plane crashes. There are plane crashes in “Misunderstood,” “Plane Crash of the Thunderbird,” and “Death of the Polish Empire”. Did you look up Rangda? She’s really scary. And one day we were walking down the stairs, and I was like, “I hate that ugly mask,” and all the lights in the hallway went out. When this letter reaches you I would not blame you if you found it part-bourgeois, part-Nietszche. It is Wednesday and I am sitting in a warm apartment in Harlem. Yesterday was Black Tuesday: an open gallery to the multitude of death. Other people’s deaths, actual and real, happen in plural numbers, whereas one’s own, abstract and invisible, is perceived to be utterly unique. Singularly special! This is our sickness. The signs I saw around the necks of many young men yesterday said: ‘WANTED, A Decent Job,’ followed by a self-description (‘Family Man,’ ‘Three Young Children’) and age. It is hard for a man to be a man like it is hard for a dog to be a dog. Yesterday was the first time since arriving some months ago that I felt frightened, and the grid-jungle appeared as a death trap. The port, rather than looking outward to Atlantis, became the moat around a strange and awful castle where the candlelights were suddenly blown out. Darkness set in amidst the confusion of automobiles and skyscrapers. Remember when you wrote that South America is the Andalucía de América? And what of North America? Where is its what? OK. “I was high as a kite on chat and Ali at the time was eating this potent African salamander, some blue lizard-thing a healer had prescribed him. At one point we were just standing there, looking at his magnificent hands in the light of a streetlamp through the window. We embraced then, and I could feel the muscles of that man through his thin shirt. His handlers were in the corner, giving me the stink eye, like I was about to kiss him right smack on the mouth.” OK. Sleep the sleep, Spain Rodriguez. Trashman! “She comes to a rest in shadow. Above her is an overhang of chickenwire and tins. She freezes. Above her is a terrible shape, a jagged many-limbed thing, a tree tangled from the composites of aerials and tv innards, plastic extrusions like growths in its multipart trunk, thorns of glass and shattered plates. Its branches splay – finger after finger of tubing, and intricate wicked ribbing. Dangling from them like dirty dank foliage, like the skins of victims, are dish clothes, and umbrellas’ countless ripped canopies. Nylon in dinged colours.” Then the sun comes out (top right) and local numbness starts to spread, still he is “excited” because in part shadow. Not will but chance the plants claim but tremble, “a detecting mechanism must integrate across that population”; in a maze, rhodedendrons and azaleas provide a counter-blast of sub-tropical pink -- but my -- frame doesn’t blossom on command. As yet. Well, here we are. I just want to mark the spot, pre-Monster. Biogenesis is simply a recording of Eliane Radigue’s heartbeat, alongside which the heartbeat of the baby in her uterus begins to be heard. Played through speakers capable of transmitting the bass frequencies, like the ones used at the 33⅓ exhibition at SFMOMA in 0h Three, Biogenesis reaches into the listener’s body. The boost that can be bought or sold is not the true boost. The resolution upgrading the Palestinians’ status to a nonmember observer state at the United Nations was approved by a more than two-thirds majority of the 193-member world body -- a vote of 138-9, with 41 abstentions.
[Note: Sources: “Multi-Wavelength View of Radio Galaxy Hercules A”, at Science Daily, 29 Nov 012; Travis Brown, “I Think I Might Puke”, at absent magazine 5; Stina Kajaso, “Funny and Alexander”, at SONOFDAD, 29 Nov 012; shooting sounds on the cover of Spain Rodriguez, The Collected Trashman; JBR; Robert Rissman, email rec’d 30 Nov 012, approx. 6:25 AM PST (The email reads “( from Spain’s Road Vultures poster about a big fight in Buffalo, NY, Spang was the sound of someone’s head being banged against a lightpost or mailbox,,,)); Jonathan Aprea and Dorothea Lasky, as quoted in Aprea’s “We Have a History”, at BOMBLOG, 26 Nov 012; Federico Garcia Lorca, letter to Regino Sainz de la Maza, 30 Oct 1929, as quoted in Maryam Monalisa Gharavi, “Landscape of the Bleeding Crowd”, at The New Inquiry, 29 Nov 012; JBR; “Howard Cosell” (or Howard Cosell), as quoted in Joseph Young, “Gods, Men and Howard Cosell”, at HTMLGIANT, 29 Nov 012; JBR; “Jacques Francis”, “The Files That Bind”, as quoted in Mike Young, “And in itself and”, at HTMLGIANT, 29 Nov 012; JH Prynne, “Of Movement Towards a Natural Place”, as quoted in John Latta, “Error”, at Isola di Rifiuti, 29 Nov 012; Bhanu Kapil, “Monster Notes”, at Monster, 29 Nov 012; Timothy Morton, Hyperobjects: Ecology and Philosophy after the End of the World, as quoted in Morton’s “Hyperobjects: Zones”, at Ecology without Nature, 29 Nov 012; Steve Roggenbuck, “The ;boost that can be bought or sold is not the true boost”, at Live My Lief, 10 Oct 012; CLG, “U.N. General Assembly votes to recognize the state of Palestine 29 Nov 2012”, email rec’d 29 Nov 012 approx 5:24 PM PST (It is disgusting to see one’s country on the wrong side of history etc yet again)]