This zone is the much talked of. A probe is tracking a. We are the rare doing of not. Have triggered a chain reaction. It’s a kind of game. A chemical substance is used to mark the course followed by the process. All signs indicate a sidereal thing — earthshock — an incomplete mechanism in butterflies and moths. My path is closed by boulders, felled trees and flytipped mattresses — looming planet at / as event horizon. Here comes the glitch (this will sound weird. Don’t look away) – the Conscience of Grass chose today – that’s right, today – to float some fury at the limits of our stories about non-human agency – they took matter and meaning into their own stems started to gather near Wimpy’s, demanding PLEASE, WHAT IS A BIG-TASTING MILKSHAKE? HOW WAS IT? WHO ARE WE? and somehow, astonishingly, they make these questions without the aid of teeth, or lips. When we returned to the yoga studio – WHAT IS IT? I’m sorry, I’ve got no grass-name – we stretched and breathed into salutations, child poses, both bliss and way into grief – WHY ‘GRIEF’? Poem 1, line 9: for ‘0ush’ read ‘flush’. Poem 8, line 8: for ‘firsts’ read ‘fists’. Because we learn to frame our sobs in tension. “The restrictions on solidarity can be connected to a sense that the human sciences have become complacent, if they have not been actually undone by their reluctance to be made over as critical sciences of inhumanity.” CSsI. And in “Giordano Bruno” I see the old ridge I used to hike. When I tell Poons what I see, he fires back, saying, “Why? There is no point, it’s just paint. There is a piece of everything in everything, you know,” he adds. “A rock looks just like a tree and tree just like a rock. It all depends on how you see it. They are, we are, all made up of the same stuff. And in the end, it’s just paint.” Yeah, and that’s Mickey Mouse kissing my middle-old man’s face. What I’m trying to say was said better by Alfred Starr Hamilton: “I wish to report my whereabouts to this police station. I was in the Episcopalian hoosegow for a night’s stay during the depression down in Florida. I am familiar with the golden mosquitoe. I am familiar with scooters. I am familiar with the green course gnats that breed in the cots. I wasn’t in the hoosegow quite that long. But this leaves me familiar with the Episcopalian bishop’s high tea. I am familiar with the after effects. I am familiar with the itches a day or two afterwards.” For there were as many fingers as there were toes. For there are the sidewalks from here to the shoemaker. For there is the dusty road from here to the market. For there is weather proofing. For there are massive bird nests built on telephone poles in southern Africa that are home to multiple species of birds. Maybe Mickey’s just sniffing me. Welcome to the 21st Century Death Drive! A barber in one of those franchise barbershops refused to cut my hair when I said I’d prefer not to tell him my name. He said he didn’t want to deal with my negative energy. But you know what Kim Kierkegaardashian says? “I love that Anne Hathaway makes black look stunning and I by no means regret sharing in her suffering.” And “So how does the single individual reassure himself that he is legitimate? A little BiGGie in the morning gets the vibe going.” Vis-à-vis Avi Ronell and Kindle, Cecilia, what does dilated form mean? “font settings, blown up huge! I used to think the way to read her was speedy, but lately i find her to be an uber skilled meditator who stands still with a racing mind and contracts the hyperactivity into an architectonic-anatomical instant. also with kindle instead of flipping around you have to zig and zag and i often find myself reading in reverse – or maybe the book reads me or i write myself into it. kinetic energy, crystallinity, viscocity, vigilance. what a pleasure!” Thanks! I never read anything quickly, it's just not something I'm capable of, but some of her stuff, well, I read, and then I feel explosions going off behind me, like I, or she, or ??? have blown affective land mines in my wake. “the sorcery of whip stitch retroactive signification! an alternating current of ghosts and exoskeletal creatures.” Chockerlebnis. I once almost puked during an IMAX movie about deep-sea creatures, and not for the proportions of the picture. I couldn’t stand the close-ups of their eyes.
[Note: Sources: Richard Makin, Dwelling, as quoted in Michael Peverett, “Talking with Richard Makin about Dwelling”, at Intercapillary Space, Dec 012; Matthew Paskins, “I AM LEARNING THE NAMES OF THE GRASSES”, at Intercapillary Space, Jan 013; Jefferson Toal (?), Kaloki errata, at Plantarchy; Paul Gilroy, “Postcolonial Melancholia”, as quoted in Horacio Castillo, FB Post, 18 Feb 013; JBR, FB comment, 18 Feb 013 (acronym for “Critical Sciences of Inhumanity”; hat tip, Horacio Castillo); Jason Andrew, “The Painterly Cravings of Larry Poons”, at Hyperallergic, 18 Feb 013; JBR, ekphrasis practiced on image in ad for Lynn Foulkes show at same Hyperallergic page as the Poons article; JBR, but see next; Alfred Starr Hamilton, letter, and “Shoe”, as quoted in John Frankel, “For the Storm of our Lives is Never Over With: Alfred Starr Hamilton”, at Last Bender, 17 Nov 010; JBR; Christopher Jobson, “Massive Bird Nests Built on Telephone Poles in Southern Africa are Home to Multiple Species of Birds”, at Colossal, 18 Feb 013; Creston Davis, “Lecture At Green College UBC – Love Beyond The Impossible”, at objet petit a, 18 Feb 013; Michael Joseph, FB post 15 Feb 013; JBR, but see next; Kim Kierkegaardashian, at @KimKierkegaard, 29 & 30 Jan 013; JBR, and Cecilia Wu, back-and-forth FB comments, 18 Feb 013; Avital Ronell (in conversation with Anne Dufourmantelle), Fighting Theory (tr. Catherine Porter) (Chockerlebnis = Shock-Experience (Ronell’s translation)); Megan Volpert, “Don’t chase the white whale”, at E.ratio 16]