Ouan da foul! Thanks Camille! Strongly the holidays, huh? I can’t wait to find you in the Camps! (it looks fun * fun * fun * merciPapa / merciMaman sauce) Thanks Liliane, I feel that we will be able to organize and also! I propose to invite also all diagnosed artists (Gene Art degenerates), Allen, well, we will have fun! “When you want where you want”!! There the zazous in my area me I am already halfway and turn one of these days it will eventually bring me in an asylum for the insane between zazous, will house because it is crazy what is rigolera when under the shower it will sing like that Ouazazizizou zazizoua! Any openings in the ‘Seine-et-Oise Liberation Front’ (FLSO)? “Barbarism or barbarism.” Galileo was an insider trader, a Martha Stewart of the stars. In 1609 he demonstrated to the Venetian court that he could see a returning merchant ship through his telescope two hours before someone using only the naked eye. This allowed his backers to manipulate the commodities market. High five! I’m off to sit in the bath for a bit and read Hegel. And that’s not going to help me sleep, cos reading Hegel’s like taking shit-loads of speed. Every day. For the rest of your life. Later: I did manage to get a couple of hours. But had a dream where I was being chased around Walthamstow market by a zombie Jello Biafra. Bad enough being eaten by zombies, but smug Jello Biafra zombies. God. While he was getting ready to eat me, he may have been singing “The Power of Lard”. When I talk about shit, it is hardly a metaphor: Capitalism reduces everything to shit, that it to say to the state of undifferentiated and decoded streams out of which everyone has to take its part in a private mode and with a sense of culpability. There was some discussion on FB last week about Stoffweschel (metabolic exchange). Stoff (substance) also translates as ‘agent’, which conveniently relates it back to the idea of value as a form which comes to acquire self-agency. Meaning that capital is the pure potential to do ‘stuff’. And Stoffwechsel seems to be an attempt to describe value in motion. This is the kind of thing Keston Sutherland does. If only I’d learnt German, or been clever, or understood Marx, or been good looking, or able to sing, or able to dance ... (failcore fugue) … Fuck. Just heard Hugo Chavez died. Clicked thru 20 Google pages w/out finding much but hatred and contempt in the stories. Ditto on Bing. No wonder we are an ignoramus country. (Horacio says, “Mister Danger’s still alive … remember?”) Dear John, Thank you for supporting the California Domestic Worker Bill of Rights Campaign in 2012. We hope that you will continue to support our movement for justice and dignity this year by donating today! When I see an ATM, I squeal the tires and make a U-turn. I park at the curb, and she gets out with me, holds me by the arm like we’re taking a romantic stroll. At the machine I take out $80, which leaves my account with less than $10. Lolly watches over my shoulder. “Damn, Scotty Potty. That’s all you got. I thought you were a high roller.” “Yeah, well, I was a couple of days ago.” “Nigger rich Saturday night,” she says. “Nigger poor Sunday morning.” “I haven’t heard that in a long time.” “It’s one of those things I can say, but you can’t.” “As it should be. I knew an ugly old white guy in Tallahassee who used to say that. He also used to carry a pistol and shoot at cats. I embezzled a bunch of his money.” Did I say place of worship when I meant the pure / Blue of knives? Original when I meant / Damaged in handling? Promised when / I meant stolen? Gift when I meant / Trick? Inhabitants when I meant slaves? / Slaves when I meant clowns / Who have wandered into test sites? Test / Sites when I meant contagious hospitals? / Contagious hospitals when I meant clouds / Of laughing gas? Laughing gas / When I meant? They come with lanterns, lugging giant burnt matchsticks, tips shaped like human heads. The photo’s captioned, “that which i should have done, i delegated to the trees”. “This incredible photo marks the end of Matador Torero Alvaro Munera’s career. He collapsed in remorse mid-fight when he realized he was having to prompt this otherwise gentle beast to fight. He went on to become an avid opponent of bullfights. Even grievously wounded by picadors, he did not attack this man. Torero Munera is quoted as saying of this moment: ‘And suddenly, I looked at the bull. He had this innocence that all animals have in their eyes, and he looked at me with this pleading. It was like a cry for justice, deep down inside of me. I describe it as being like a prayer – because if one confesses, it is hoped, that one is forgiven. I felt like the worst shit on earth.’” Y’know, Colin, sometimes hoaxes are the best.
[Note: Sources: Rachel Eros Isarose Defay-Liautard, Liliane Giraudin, Camille Servais, FB comments (tr. Bing), 5 Mar 013 (Ouan da foul = wonderful (Rachel faking a bad French accent); Servais is quoting “Y a des zazous” (Rachel thinks the lyrics are by Boris Vian)); Benjamin Noys, FB post and comment, 5 Mar 013; Hazel Sullivan, FB post, 5 Mar 013; JBR; Sean Bonney, FB comments, 5 Mar 013; JBR; Félix Guattari, as quoted in Benjamin Noys, FB post, 5 Mar 013, Andrew Osborne and Noys, appended comments; JBR; JBR, but see next: Horacio Castillo, FB comment, 5 Mar 013; Angelica Salas, “Help Domestic Workers Fight for the Bill of Rights”, email rec’d 5 Mar 013, approx 3:46 PM PST; Scot Sothern, “Sticking a Used Condom to the Wall”, at Vice, 5 Mar 013; Tom Clark, “Hazard Response”, as quoted in Clark’s “Arthur Tress: City of Ashes (‘Ashamed of my eyes that behold it’), at Tom Clark Beyond the Pale, 1 Mar 013; Antonio Gamaneda, “Rage” (tr. Forrest Gander), at Words Without Borders, March 2013; JBR, but see Christopher Jobson, “Matchstickmen: Burnt Matches Resembling Charred Human Heads by Wolfgang Stiller”, at Colossal, 5 Mar 013; JBR; William Keckler, “that which i should have done, i delegated to the trees”, at Joe Brainard’s Pyjamas (The Sequel), 5 Mar 013; Caption to photo embedded in Dorothy Auyong, FB post, 6 Mar 013; JBR (for Colin Melville, who pointed out that the caption and photo Dorothy posted are a hoax)]