In the House of the Hangman 1218 & 1219

“Formerly we combed owls.” All the traffic was stopped on the bridge and no one was in any hurry. Everything I loved was placed into boxes. I close my eyes and see tapers of wax. Irritate me even sweet mangoes, which yesterday bought from Pakistani. Moon sect not discovered yet, in our suburban hideout! I hate not “lick on the cheek”. This is Google translate speaking. Every giant wave was made up of millions of tiny waves. “I am nowhere gathered together” (R. Barthes). The man behind us said, “is he okay?” There are a lot of fish down there, and there were even more in the 19th century. Hamahakquivergo means Cobweb. The “Longest Album” claim is based only on the total audio duration of the Soulnessless MP3 files: 32:16’09. I like what I hear about Titian as a lover for he seemed kind. After my failed Wes Anderson conversation, I spoke into her questions concerning Björk’s career, holistic aphrodisiacs, places to jump off a cliff, if Henry James was gay, what it means when a black guy puts a comb in his hair, and she kept saying “[she] thought so,” as if she actually didn’t, but was too embarrassed to say otherwise. I idly played a game of chess in an app, suicidally sacrificing my queen. Siri, is it euthanasia if you’re not old and hire someone to do it from behind? She said she didn’t understand, but would be happy to search the web. Siri, is it seppuku if you use a chainsaw? Again, no clue. Toasted quinoa happens, then a matinee. A universe 90% by weight. You must put your hand on the tummy. Should I put it back in or poke it with a knife? Across a dark divide the ugly fish waves its tiny fins, each one signalling the end, perhaps the end of suffering or the end of an afternoon’s play, the fire that quenches itself in your love’s watery asthma, the fire that and then some. Divination can only take you so far. So far. Red Angel Dreaming. Today, back on the high plains, we saw this -- July 26, 2013 -- spray-painted on a bridge’s arm. What does it mean? What will happen on July 26, 2013? It is cold and sunny out. Rescued from the scrap metal yard is a Richard Serra-like rusted cone of steel now cradling a fire of dried juniper branches and a mound of tobacco. What does it mean to fantasize that one is at the helm of one’s own body? It’s like a walk in the cake. I begin with heartfelt thanks to the toads. I mean, as M John Harrison has it, The hero returns from her journey a wiser but humbler person, only to find that her start point has changed. It’s a rusted-out cultural madhouse, with none of the core values that demanded she go on the journey in the first place. No one remembers her or her family, they’re all different people with different ideas. There’s nothing left in the way of recognisable social situations in which to demonstrate her valuable new self; which she now sees isn’t new anyway, only out of date. She sees that she was conned all along, as much by ideas of “return” as by the idea of a goal: the journey, like the self, is both meaningless and unavoidable, but more important it is endless. The journey is without telos and what happens on the journey is the mechanics of the journey. Anything else is a wish fulfilment of the 1940s or, to be more precise, of Joseph insanely boring bloody Campbell. (“UPDATE: I just found out about ITB NOISE, by JLIAT (a.k.a. James Whiteheat), completed in February 2012, which spans 233 DVD-R’s and has a total running time of 711 days 14 hours. [Insert sound of balloon deflating.] Given that ITB NOISE is an edition of one, and functions more as an archival art object, for the sake of argument I will continue clinging to my definition of an “album” as something produced in bulk for distribution, and imagine his piece changes nothing. ;) JLIAT is currently working on a 2TB project called 19 Million Tracks, with plans for 23 Million Tracks (2.7TB, each track is 6 sec.), 30 Million Tracks (3.4TB), and 37 Million Tracks (4.2TB). For those who are thinking smaller is better, don't bother ... JLIAT has also released the shortest possible piece using PCM data, 1/44100 of a second.”)

[Note: Sources: 1218. Stacy Doris, Fledge: A Phenomenology of Spirit, as quoted in Cole Swensen, “What I’m Reading Now”, at Drunken Boat 16; Sara Veglahn, “from The Mayflies”, at Trickhouse 1; Brenda Coultas, “The Diary of Found Foods”, at Trickhouse 2; Grzegorz Wroblewski, “The SHORT TRIBUTE to stays”, “LOVE ECOLOGY AND MOON”, “Anita” (tr. Google), at hiperrealizm, 30 Jan 013; JBR; Jackie Wang, “you were driving me home but i was too delirious with longing to give you directions”, at Ballerinas Dance With Machine Guns, 1 Feb 012; Andy Martin, as quoted in “Too Many Fish”, at Languagehat, 1 Feb 013; Eileen Tabios, “The Erotic Life of Art”, as quoted in Tom Beckett, “The Awakening”, at l’amour fou, 1 Feb 013; Terre Thaemlitz, “Soulnessless”, at Comatonse. 1219. Jimmy Chen, “Dating Siri”, at HTMLGIANT, 2 Feb 013; Deborah Poe, “Hydrogen (H)”, as quoted in Ann Williams, “‘Bridging This Life’: A Review of Deborah Poe’s ‘Elements’”, at Centrum, Jan 011; Feng Sun Chen, “on editing and sadness”, at * Secret Amazon, 2 Feb 013; JBR; Bhanu Kapil, “Activities Without Origin”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 2 Feb 013; Bett, “I am sitting in the dirt …”, at bett’s blog, 2 Feb 013; ?? and Julian Talamantez Brolaski, “Limon Klint”, in “Collaborative poem with Julian Talamantez Brolaski”, at Mobile, 2 Mar 013; Mal Y Chen, Animacies, as quoted in Jeffrey Cohen, “Storied Matter”, at In the Middle, 2 Feb 012; JBR; M John Harrison, “same old story”, at the m john harrison blog, 2 Feb 013]

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