“I want to have sex with what I want to become.” A Deleuzian model is “susceptible” [Andrea Spain] to: “charges of vitalism.” I eat -- whatever comes to hand, emitting bars of light from teeth and nails, when the rain sweeps over then back again. I like how the rain is indigo, like a tint that reveals the disease process in its inception. I like to think of Sts. Boniface and Virgilius meeting in the depth of the Teutonic forest, glad for a moment of each others’ society but quarreling desperately on the question of whether there are other inhabited worlds. The chances of overhearing a conversation in Vlashki, a variant of Istro-Romanian, are greater in Queens than in the remote mountain villages in Croatia that immigrants now living in New York left years ago. “The Guide,” as Adrienne Rich tells us in her citation, is “a former South Korean dissident from the Kwangju uprising of 1980 (comparable to Tiananmen Square, brutally repressed with the support of the U.S.).” “The Historian” she explains, is “a scholar raised in Sierra Leone.” The “Desert” resembles Las Vegas and Seoul. Mark drove us out to the first vortex on our agenda, which was located by Sedona’s airport. He warned us, “you’ve gotta promise me you won't do any levitating! The pilots really don’t like that.” BTW, can you imagine how weird life must be if you don’t believe in coincidences? Like, a couple of days ago, I was walking in LA with my iPod on random, and the song “Stay” by Lisa Loeb came on, which was featured on the Reality Bites soundtrack, and I thought to myself, huh, I wonder what Janeane Garofalo is up to these days? at which point I realized I was standing directly outside the building where they filmed the opening of Romi and Michele’s High School Reunion, and I was like “woooooah,” because Janeane Garofalo is also in that movie. AND THEN, when I got home, I looked on the Daily Mail website, and there was a story about Garofalo, right there on the homepage. I don’t hear anything about JG for ten years, and then she’s there three times in one day. I guess what I'm trying to say is, without coincidence, what the fuck would I think that meant? That this is really just an enlarged board game with an eye-catching press release. But there is still something compelling about the notion of an anointed patch of circuits and wifi routers, accepted as an adequate stand-in — an electromagnetic stunt double — for something like all of New York City, let alone the United States. A voodoo doll made of light, animated from within by packet switches, under constant surveillance in an invisible war. I remember, for instance, a man who boarded the 3 train in Brooklyn a few years ago wearing military fatigues and a bandolier packed with little glass bottles of liquids. “Who is man enough to buy my fragrances?” he shouted. (When one rider replied that he wasn’t sure, the man responded, “Are you man enough to kill a hooker in Moscow with a crowbar?”) More recently, there was a man on the uptown 6 wearing a pair of oversized New Year’s glasses—the ones where the 0’s serve as eyeholes — who played atonal jazz on his saxophone and asked for no monetary compensation in return. Speaking of hammers, with a claw, no peen. With a peen, no claw. Somebody set up us the bomb. Main screen turn on. All your base are belong to us. You have no chance to survive make your time. Move ‘ZIG’. For great justice. This is a Sriracha burn. Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing. Stay with it. This is your pain. It’s right here. What you’re feeling is premature enlightenment.
[Note: Sources: Bhanu Kapil, “An Erotics for Ban”, at Monster, 30 Nov 012; Bertrand Russell, as quoted in Robert Archambeau, “Sublime Knowledge: Bertrand Russell and the Intellectual as Hero”, at Samizdat Blog, 30 Nov 012; Sam Roberts, “Listening to (and Saving) the World’s Languages”, and John Yau, as quoted in Yau’s “At Play in The Fields of Language: The Poetry of Cathy Park Hong (Part One)”, at Hyperallergic, 30 Nov 012 (cancelled post); Jamie Lee Curtie Taete, “I Tried to Have a Spiritual Experience in the Desert”, at Vice, 30 Nov 012; Geoff Manaugh, “electromagnetic Test Town”, at BLDG/BLOG, 30 Nov 012; Joe Kloc, as quoted in S Abbas Raza, “Twilight People: Subways Are for Sleeping”, at 3 Quarks Daily, 30 Nov 012; JBR; Jude Martin, FB comment, 30 Nov 012; Wikipedia, “All your base are belong to us”; the little red rooster, helping a connoisseur gut thru the overdose, in “Dear Sriracha, a.k.a. Rooster Sauce”, at The Oatmeal]