Naturally Rod Stewart wrapped entirely in clingfilm would look unappetizing and ridiculous and the very thought of it is absurd and horrible. But it is good to know the rock star elite are clingfilm-curious, and certain other popular entertainers in such a state would not only feel cosy but look like a rebirth of Apollo-Dionysius. “Which is to say, for all the parallels the media wants to draw between Occupy and Idle No More, the key connection for me would be that Occupy, for many, was the needed wake-up call that enabled a number of settlers (myself included) to begin to see what indigenous struggles are at the core, and to see that such struggles are the core of all our efforts to change the course of our self-destructive social and economic systems.” Which is or is not to say, “The Sioux clown, or heyoka, is a man or woman who has received the greatest possible vision, that of the Thunder Being, who is many but only one, moves counter-sunwise instead of sunwise, is shapeless but has wings, lacks feet but has huge talons, and is headless but has a huge beak; her / his voice is the thunderclap and the glance of his / her eye is lightning.” Which is to say, with Stacey of the Queer Avengers, “Transphobic feminism is so 20th Century.” Kissing reduces anxiety and stops the ‘noise’ in your mind. It increases the level of oxytocin, an extremely calming hormone that produces a feeling of peace. At nite Orcs jump / On Mordor with a thump. IN THIS WAY I AM A TRUE STOMACH. A felt mirror. “There are, after all, certain places in the world that cannot be digested with the senses alone, but instead hover in an anxious space, invoking a ghostly quality. Elsewhere, I have called this irruption of ghostly matter into the everyday realm an ‘accident in reality.’ The term refers to the sense of inadvertently catching sight of someone / something that belongs in our nightmares or our unconscious but which has somehow made its way to the surface of daylight. A ruin has the ability to contort our rational grasp.” Today in 1919 Rosa Luxemburg, to put it mildly, died. The pairing gives notice of the treacherous events the collection introduces: a secularizing of the holy lyric’s imagining of Christ’s torture in Jerusalem through strategic compassion for the victims of contemporary wars in the Middle East; a voicing of Kapital’s discourses to display the sinister dreams, erotic, sado-military, corporate-reifying, written into technologies. ‘The forklift shifts on instinct forward just / as much later you reverse into it, // acting the pallet minus sex lags of autocorrelations included, / the unincreasable isoreal pallet plunged in loss’. Love is there too, obviously, with the fucking of the pallet by the affect-bloating machine (‘my surplus of gut feeling, / exoatmospheric reentry-vehicle interception / clone the next life on the line, the charges reversed’), thirty three point nothing nothing nothing four I do a tin melting or good at yet more than dreaming thirty four point nothing nothing nothing nothing five I do with a melting tin the one holding your forever more lost face in my hands with your forever more lost mouth forever open if held open forever thirty five point nothing nothing nothing nothing six – and, in so doing, has incidentally also helped construct a mongrel theory of post-Beckettian prose poetry or prosaics: as the stuttering rhizomic-collective exfoliation of event-horizon sentences, a practice of radical jouissance, a naming of the infinite energies folded in within all phenomena, a broken language of abstract spaces, violences, images, ill seen, mon semblable, ill seen ill said.
[Note: Sources: Ulrich Haarbürste, at Ulli’s Roy Orbison In Clingfilm Website; JBR; Stephen Collis, as quoted in Amy De’Ath, FB Post, 15 Jaun 013; JBR; Barbara Tedlock, “The Clown’s Way”, as quoted in Ivy Alvarez, FB post, 15 Jan 013; JBR; Stephen Gray, “In Photos: Germaine Greer glitter-bombed for trans comments”, at Pink News, 14 Jan 013; image embedded in Mike Cannell, FB post, 15 Jan 013; JBR, FB comment, 14 Jan 013 (re a Frank O’Hara poem translated into Elvish); Ish Klein, “ON A LEVEL”, at Jubilat 22; John M Bennett, “Felt Mirror”, in “4 Poems || John M. Bennett”, at experiential-experimental-literature, 15 Jan 013; Dylan Trigg, “The Psychoanalysis of Ruins”, as quoted in Greyhoos, “Someone Still Lives Here (and: Returning to the Subject of Ruination)”, at Our God Is Speed, 15 Jan 013; JBR; Adam Piette, and Keston Sutherland, as quoted in Piette’s “Review: Keston Sutherland, The Stats of Infinity (Brighton: Crater Press, 2010). Jean-Jacques Lecercle, Badiou and Deleuze Read Literature (Edinburgh: Edinburgh University Press, 2010). Günter Eich, Angina Days: Selected Poems, translated by Michael Hofmann (Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 2010). G. Peter Winnington, The Voice of the Heart: The Workings of Mervyn Peake’s Imagination (Liverpool: Liverpool University Press, 2006)”, at Blackbox Manifold 5]