In the House of the Hangman 1233

The catastrophal, in this sense, disallows the convenience, the privilege, of an interimary moment, because the reprisals are all driven into one another, with equal vigor and violence. I have no interest in making a theory out of this, but in Sisyphus, “Someone carries a door through a door. | This is demonstrable.” “It’s important to point out we have not stuffed Knut,” said museum spokeswoman Gesine Steiner. “Rather, this is a plastic form, true to the original and covered with Knut’s very own fur.” Its a fine day • you step out on to the top soil of your strata • you trip over someþing nearly makes you fall over • you look down but can’t see anyþing • for a few days this continues • youre walking along • enjoying the air the light the traffic the vast city around you • whatever • your foot trips on someþing • you catch yourself look down but theres no þing there • a few days later • its a fine day your walking • in a pensive mood a lively mood a stressed out mood a sad mood • no matter • your foot gets caught on some þing. And the redwoods look like they were sugared in movie cocaine. And we’re stuck in the middle of damn nowhere because you happened to wonder about place. That the plant moves in ways appropriate to its being, and that it is ensouled, harboring a psyche fit for its mode of existence, is one and the same insight. A giant T, near to us, rings like a harpsichord and the forest like organs (and of the rocks) and the viola bowing its seven positions across the stream. It means the days are moving closer together and it means the pack ice is flying across the static. I see in the philodendron a monad such as Leibniz described, a piece of eternity in folds of fragrance and waxy masses of pollen and confusions of twigs and branches, tho I never really understood monads really. I boil them in a big black pot. Did I say philodendrons? I collect blobs of phantasmal, parenthetical vertigo and spin them into jackknives. Theorem and serum, I thought I was talking about chrysanthemum tea. “Radiance comes in bushels, refreshed from extract.” On the breeze came the wall of sound, uncompromising, trilling like frozen peas rattling around inside a clean milk bottle multiplied tens of tens of thousands of times. At the rest stop on the way to Mississippi we found the butterfly mired in the oil slick. Under LSD, I have experienced, as have many others, the disappearance of the division between self and the music to which I was listening. The crimson leopard walks thru the sunset town. It’s like restless leg syndrome. Potzo, drunk, goes on tugging at the Angel’s sleeve. All day I’ve listened to the industry. It was the size of a chess piece. I have developed an esoteric cosmological model I call the enantiodromia universe, a dynamic four-dimensional hypersphere with a transfinite brane connecting two alternating phases of one universum in which the rain never gets wet in the least. I took it for a “door” because that’s what s/he told me. Tried to walk through it. Couldn’t take your time, couldn’t take mine. “How can I knock be clear?” While the arch leans bilingual & equivocal ~ Like small & pointy, but lacking brightness, see? & I like buildings that match structural intent wth design. Raise up your back like an insect on the face of the nation. “I / j’adore your piggy light.”

[Note: Sources: Nathanaël, as quoted in Geneviève Robichaud, “Theatres of the Catastrophal: A Conversation with Nathanaël”, at Lemon Hound, 14 Feb 013 (interimary relates to interim; kinda like a bardo); Sonia Van Gilder Cooke, “Lifesize Model of Knut the Polar Bear to Go on Display in Berlin”, at TIME Newsfeed, 14 Feb 013; Caroline Bergvall, “noping”, at Triple Canopy 17; Louisa Storer, “Apocalypse”, at Alice Blue Review 19; Danika Stegeman, “Tabula Rasa”, at Alice Blue Review 19; Michael Marder, “Plant-Soul: The Elusive Meanings of Vegetative Life”, at Michael Marder; Tina Darragh and Marcella Durand, Deep eco pré, at Little Red Leaves; John Olson, “Philodendron”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 14 Feb 013; JBR; Jack Kimball, “Stutterers Stutter Trying Not To”, at Pantaloons, 14 Feb 013; Timothy Morton, Realist Magic: Objects, Ontology, Causality, at Open Humanities Press; Angela Jackson, “The Love of Travellers (Doris, Sandra and Sheryl)”, in Angles of Ascent: A Norton of Contemporary African American Poetry (ed. Charles Henry Rowell); Gregory Bateson, Steps to an Ecology of Mind; Kenneth Patchen, in The Walking-Away World; Spenser Madsen, embroidered by ??, as seen at Katie Jean Shinkle, 14 Feb 013; Natasha Tretheway, “Limen”, in Rowell; Fred Moten, “elizabeth cotten”, in Rowell; Jon Genens, “I walk in beauty”, in New Dimensions: Benefits Newsletter for UC Retirees, Feb 013; JBR; Emily Critchley, “from ‘The Sonnets’”, at Harriet, 14 Feb 013; Catherine Wagner, “Exercise 8 (12/4/00 AM)”, at Poetry Foundation; Elisa Gabbert, “The Poneme: Wrong Words”, at Lemon Hound, 4 Feb 013 (on Catherine Wagner, Nervous Device)]

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