I become a beakful of mud with hands & ears & eyes. BUT AW BOO HOO WHO CARES / since my true love’s gone to sea, to sea, where the waves and the fish / WON’T – UM – DON’T – WELL. Would you be so terrifically kind as to vote for the Reversible Destiny Healing Fun House? In return I promise, as I have said to you before, to do everything in my power to guarantee your viability. Consider it done, Madeline. And I will hold you to your promise, tho I won’t hold you to any guarantee. x’ = rx(1-x). O sleepless data glaze glazed / drool echo echo then not / the restless stars clearly restless / tremens tremens / in tight cells knocking all points / I am all over everything all over me. In any case now I’m off topic. Where was I? The best tasting paint! Yes. The best tasting paint is obviously Old Holland Cobalt Green Deep. I am snacking on a tube as I write this. You can’t go crazy with it due to its extreme toxicity but you’ll find no paint better suits a cold night in the studio. It’s complicated but not overbearing. It pairs fantastically with a Vodka & Dr Pepper. It also has an opacity that few green paints share. You try covering with a Viridian!! I turned to The Volta, Anne, and there was your face! And there was your voice! Thus, W. is the Jiminy Cricket of Lars. Theirs is a failure on a large scale, and one of the obvious symptoms of the approaching endtime. On a second level gives us the story of Lars living floor, it’s going slowly realizing, interspersed Monologues in W. some passages describing the disease home. Because home. Because Lars’ home is ill: damp from all sides, the walls and ceiling and furniture of the same will deteriorate because of the rottenness that is moisture. These passages are extraordinary and we approach the narrative on living things, strange beings and diseases we can discern in films, for example, two of my idols: David Lynch and David Cronenberg. If these two directors is the meat that sickens and rots, or the mind that is taking over the situations in Magma is the house that has an infection, like a living organism that seems to think for yourself and you will gnawing the protagonist: not in vain, he thinks he has inside and mold spores. I nearly drove into a ditch. That makes us sound Norwegian; truly, we are British or sub-Himalayan. We are from countries that don’t have names for the things we want to talk about. Driving home, as I said, I veered off the road. Did you say today? Did you say tomorrow / Or the next day, or the day afterwards? Nevertheless I’ve got a little stereo pencil that goes, and it goes, and it goes like a little car around town, and it stops, and starts, and I carry a little dark suitcase around and I know there is lightning on the moon.
[Note: Sources: Jack Collom, “Lecture”, “Parties”, in Red Car Go By; Madeline Gins, and JBR, FB conversation, 4 Mar 013; DJ Spooky, FB post, 4 Mar 013 (I think this relates to fractals, maybe …); David Kennedy, “Momentary Ode”, at Oystercatcher Press; Grossmalerman, “The Best Paint Ever”, at Hyperallergic, 4 Mar 013; JBR (re a video of Anne Gorrick reading); Alberto Francisco, “Magma, Lars Iyer” (tr. Google), at culturamas blog, 27 Feb 013; Bhanu Kapil, “A Greening”, at Was Jack Kerouac a Punjabi?, 4 Mar 013; Alfred Starr Hamilton, as quoted in John Yau, “Somewhere in the Back of the Stars Is the Poet Alfred Starr Hamilton”, at Hyperallergic, 17 Feb 013]