Then the stone of this Paige Taggart necklace brought my core temperature down by 10 degrees, stabilizing the animal. Time for a little errata now: “leucylaspartyprolylleucyl” shd be “leucylaspartylprolylleucyl” IE: “leucyl-aspartyl-prolyl-leucyl” “asparty” shd have an “l” at the end. You didn’t catch that one did you, eh / Then there’s “glycylalylthreonyl” wch shd be “glycylvalylthreonyl” IE: “glycyl-valyl-threonyl” the “alyl” shd have a “v” at the beginning / Then there's “prolylhreonylisoleucyl” wch shd be “prolylthreonylisoleucyl” IE: “prolyl-threonyl-isoleucyl” the “hreonyl” shd have a “t” at the beginning / “alanylethionylthreonyl” shd be “alanylmethionylthreonyl” IE: “alanyl-methionyl-threonyl” – the “m” is missing in “methionyl” / At the very end is “glutaminylserxisoleucine” – that shd be “glutaminylserylisoleucine” IE: “glutaminyl-seryl-isoleucine” IE: “serx” shd be “seryl”. THAT SHD BRING THE LETTER COUNT UP TO 189,824 IF THE INITIAL COUNT WAS CORRECT FOR THE VERSION OF THE WORD W/ THE 5 TYPOS. It has a human head, but it’s bald, hollow glass, and it has a colored, aggregate ‘skull’ like an arcimboldo of globulous organs inside it walks like a dog, but on hollow glass womb models like the head, but ellipsoid, stretched elongated maybe & they are filled with purple liquid to obscure the foetuses the rib section is chunky like crystalline synthetic emeralds punching out through crumbly pale blue fiberglass skin and there is a heavy pink stone torque instead of hips, like the yoke of a Mayan ball player and one thing I notice is that the spinal column is hollow glass and filled with a milky white fluid in which some tiny robots are swimming the mouth is screaming, and the jaw, looks like its covered in a soft pale yellow latex, it has a snake's jaw there is also a ‘thought’ floating over its head. We exist as a spasm, a plasmodial wiggle, and we live in an impossible state — the and/or. The and/or is not quite two things, it is not quite one, it is more than two and less than one. It’s a paradoxical and volatile and impossible material. You can make it in a pressure cooker, set it to cook while you’re on shift, a hot dinner for the kids, a home-cooked meal. Or cook it up in an industrial plant in West, Texas. You can collapse a stacked-up garment factory in Dhaka, or just work there, or just buy clothes, munch labor like a weevil. It will grow within you, without you. It will wrap its tough fungal strands around your spinal cord. Then, of course, there are the metaphors both more subtle (I love “wave which knocks / out the breath, holds a body under, no way to say / which way is up” – though a wave of love is less strange than a prolific furrow) and more absurd (“Death keeps feeding coins / into the meter of your mouth”) than the original; “at the edge / of beauty, it quivers, it sings, it holds / no water.” I get an email from Supervert. I asked him if he jerked off to Stoya reading his prose. If he has, the circle is complete. The creator has witnessed his creation come alive (John 1:14: And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us) and made an offering in kind to the muse: the death of a billion soldiers. Are you kidding? he writes. I thought of Elaine Scarry, and her “very distant Seyfert galaxies, a class of objects within which violent events of an unknown nature occur from time to time.” I mean, Babur commands that our varieties / be counted – we’re thirty-two, including / the rose-scented and the nine-hundred-leaved – Do you believe in feelings and emotions? You mean as in chairs? The work was originally inspired by Lacan’s maxim, la femme n’existe pas, plus Lee Lozano’s Boycott Piece (1972-1999), in which she stopped speaking to women. As you note, this becomes a dumb détournement of the sex which is one. There’s also Wittgenstein’s famous Proposition 7, that was the badger that was / before human news sprays / its dark prints into greased / and permanent nocturne: this / marks the gene pool stern / banks blown spore diffusion / how abstract is the spreadsheet / liquidation of infected agents / after the initial lag phases is / sore depletion membrane wars.
[Note: Source: JBR; Brenda Iijima, FB post, 18 Jul 013 (see MacTaggart Jewelry); JBR; Geof Huth, tENTATIVELY, a cONVENIENCE’s 189,824-letter Pwoermd (In Case You Missed It. A Challenge to Us All)”, at dbqp, 18 Jul 013; Lanny Quarles, “more abstract paintings”, at Jellybean Weirdo With Electric Snake Fang, 18 Jul 013; JBR; Joyelle McSweeney, quoted in Johannes Göransson, “War Spasm Gristle Day: Joyelle McSweeney on Aase Berg, Translation and Cúchulainn”, at Montevidayo, 18 Jul 013; Elisa Gabbert, and Sampson Starkweather, quoted in Gabbert’s “STARK WEEK EPISODE #7: ‘Reveling in the evocative power … of personalized Jabberwocky’ — Elisa Gabbert on THE WATERS”, at HTMLGIANT, 18 Jul 013; Susannah Breslin, “The Last Real Porn Star”, at Hysterical Literature, 18 Jul 013; JBR, but see next; Walter Sullivan, quoted in Elaine Scarry, The Body in Pain; JBR; Josh Ekroy, “Babur’s Tulips”, “Some Useful Phrases”, at Blackbox Manifold 10; Ben Fama and Vanessa Place, quoted in “Authors on Artists: Vanessa Place Talks With Ben Fama About VanessaPlace Inc”, at Bright Stupid Confetti, 17 Jul 013; John Kinsella and Drew Milne, “from Reactor Red Shoes”, at Blackbox Manifold 10]