This is how much fortuitiveness weighs. Measure in dirt. Fix nor flutter. Hangs here, this balance, and one opens the car door and drives along the river. Sticklers will say, not here. There are no crossings here. But, there the I is, reflection and delivered, on the other side. Like hams, I think. “Take Zentel and de-worm.” But Pat Robertson brought an entirely new worry to the fore on Monday’s episode of his “700 Club” program. Responding to an email sent in by a viewer, the elderly televangelist said that, while not all clothes have demonic spirits attached to them, “it ain’t going to hurt anything to rebuke any spirits that happened to have attached themselves to those clothes.” And that’s why I never grew into a serious thonker, says Jacques-Alain. Wanna know the successful formula behind Pixar? To create a human character, they use motion capture from an animal; to create an animal, they use motion capture from a human. It’s just that simple, and nobody else had thought of it. I stumble on an old poem from “an ancient frenzied era” with the intriguing title, “Love in the Time of Flarf”. “… young mission in finance or it may result in dismissal liberation and many are functionally offered with redacted to surface missile to load but we like it or counter its effects are sufficiently useful to you for a … retractable installation for it all to make a window on a credit report and credit history on each individual phone costs of the excellent commission patient’s compliance with little risk in autonomous history screen offer for you some information annual airport infinity meets and material may … a perfect option for tactics are marketing and back to protect entrancing and opt out request to act a unsecured lossless person account surplus auction on your terms and the interesting thing to me SURPLUS on a certain activator, refinance or so really only later account surplus and they shall you initially will not able to use her power to make purchases Takeshi Ensor for any purpose ...” OK. But what I’m really trying to say, motherfucker, is if you put an unmarked envelope full of cash in a mailbox it doesn’t matter if you threaten the mailman, the people working at the post office, or the tiny woman in line behind me (for laughing): you’re not getting your money back. OK. Would you all mind opening your mouths a bit? A photographer once told me that if you open your mouth slightly in a photo it makes your face thinner and more seductive. I totally see what he means now. Thanks. The “Law of the Tongue” expired with the death of the king of the Orcas, Old Tom. Now, I have come here to suck on the rims of oil rigs / There are moon-sized holes in the floors of cyber cafes / Me? I am a mass expanding gradually / & your malaria parasite / In an anthropological museum, there’s a man who breathes through the tip of his head / … / I have to get a new email address every day / Snakehead is a deity fish / … / We have thoroughly searched the place. Can one person constitute a chorus? Can a chorus be composed of your lungs, your horns and feathers, ravishing storefronts, the highest cloud, and a blue flame? Within the first few pages, the chorus breaks into a gated neighborhood, builds a house from clipped paper, and no one slows down on the seventh day to nap. Instead, “We tapped the ground, put speakers under the dirt, covered it back up, then proceeded to play music and folks would come over and shake their bellies then walk away, back to the sand pits.” “O we breathe sand and elephant …” This is the practice that prepares us for the starting line. It teaches us how to stretch, offers us water and sweatbands, and then fires the gun. So we must start running, on our own, into the forest where on every tree hangs a mirror. Without a tain. I was somewhat overwhelmed. It might have been the hecticness of the preceding week, and the amount of coffee, but I really had a bit of a ‘moment’ looking at the face of the woman from Dolini Vestonice, thought to be the first ever portrait of a human being (as in, of a recognisable individual rather than an abstract ‘person’). And the Swimming Reindeer, inches away ... We have occupied a second building. This action is a response to a lack of alternatives within the current situation. Management still refuse to engage with our demands even as they attempt to placate us by feigning negotiation. So we reiterate that we will not compromise. We are the students and staff who make this university, and we will not tolerate the parasites that feed off us. A bell is a cup until it is struck. Asparagus! Walnuts! Raspberries! Avocados! Bananananas! No wonder I’m so calm. Cum sè, cum sà, kumquat. Everything is smothered in light and blood. I put sunflower seeds on my belly, think nothing of it: this burns, that blazes! Your hands fit in your pockets and against your brow. I’m resisting the temptation to translate the first line of Petrarch’s 115th Sonnet [‘Quando ‘l voler che con duo sproni ardenti’] as “I’m dreaming of a burning two-pronged vole”, even though that’s probably what he really meant. Plants can talk to each other by clicking their roots. Even so, to keep some polish on ethics in general, as a move to upgrade, we do resort to substitutions such as the use of cotton in a stand-in capacity (when in the vicinity of oceans) for a whole host of others, including host, itself, strontium, silk, re-birth (see ahead). Take a few steps back or perhaps just squint your eyes and these images by Yao Lu might resemble traditional Chinese landscape paintings of cliffs, waterfalls, and mountains. Look a bit closer and you’ll see that Lu digitally assembles each of her images using photographs of landfills and other aspects of urbs-gone-bad draped in green mesh to mimic idyllic scenery. But what does the anemone get in return? The helpful clownfish increase the flow of water through their anemone-haven at night, improving the oxygen supply. And so we settled into (tweaked, chafed against, abandoned) the structures we had in place. We tested the issues in the Kitchen’s black-box theater, punctuating the process with performances of articles-in-progress amid the band Zs’ brutalist constructions and Nine 11 Thesaurus’s rap about teen life in Brownsville. With the microcinema Light Industry and a circle of artists and academics, we organized a weeklong series of screenings and discussions radiating from Wang Bing’s fourteen-hour documentary Crude Oil, on view five times, from dawn to dusk — an exhaustively deep reading of art-time with work-time. How do you print an interactive exegesis of Latin American modernism? A memoir on Hinduism and electronic prayer that concludes with a Flash-driven puja? An mp3ed excursus on the sound of the rolled r? A YouTube essay on authenticity? A quodlibet on Prussian blue, when Web color isn’t true color and, anyway, I’ll give you my Materialist conception of History when you pry it from my cold, dead hands. Spermicide makes me itch like crazy, which rules out a bunch of options, tho I do enjoy the mental image of my cervix sporting a jaunty little hat. Did Tilda Swinton really tweet “A mission for you. Go outside, hold an animal to your breast. That is real warmth, not the glow of your screen. I typed this on a rabbit”? Students and staff have occupied the Jubilee lecture theatre. This is currently the third occupied space on campus. We have taken this space temporarily as a portent of things to come. Did you know ... every time Beethoven sat down to write music, he poured ice water over his head? And that the cathode ray tube was a device created to study the nature of matter, but (or do I mean and?) it ended up in the heart of the modern television? “I once said that after Auschwitz one could no longer write poetry, and that gave rise to a discussion I did not anticipate when I wrote those words. I did not anticipate it because it is in the nature of philosophy – and everything I write is, unavoidably, philosophy, even if it is not concerned with so-called philosophical themes – that nothing is meant quite literally. Philosophy always relates to tendencies and does not consist of statements of fact. It is a misunderstanding of philosophy, resulting from its growing closeness to all-powerful scientific tendencies, to take such a statement at face value and say: ‘He wrote that after Auschwitz one cannot write any more poems; so either one really cannot write them, and would be a rogue or a cold-hearted person if one did write them, or he is wrong, and has said something which should not be said.’ Well, I would say that philosophical reflection really consists precisely in the gap, or, in Kantian terms, in the vibration, between these two otherwise so flatly opposed possibilities. I would readily concede that, just as I said that after Auschwitz one could not write poems – by which I meant to point to the hollowness of the resurrected culture of that time – it could equally well be said, on the other hand, that one must write poems, in keeping with Hegel’s statement in his Aesthetics that as long as there is an awareness of suffering among human beings there must also be art as the objective form of that awareness. And, heaven knows, I do not claim to be able to resolve this antinomy, and presume even less to do so since my own impulses in this antinomy are precisely on the side of art, which I am mistakenly accused of wishing to suppress.”
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