But “Whereof one cannot / speak, thereof one / must remain thought / full, till the absurd / silence lapse its / self into a scream, / trying hopelessly to” “swallow meals, the birds, the pain …” Kate wants a book of war that ignores the people who choose to go to war. She wants a book of war that ignores geopolitics, power struggles, external factors, key politicians, political parties, backgrounds, and figureheads. She wants book of quotes. From victims. No analysis. She wants a book that forces people to internalize war. Not look at its external factors. Here’s an example. “These steps have not been helpful because when I register my missing persons at the sub-county nothing much was done after writing down the names.” “I am not thinking I can look for them on my own.” “I reported to the LC1 and their names were written down. I have stopped looking for them because a returnee told me that they had died by the returnees. My son died during the war and my daughter died of hunger.” “The local authorities have not been helpful because all they do is register the missing children and it is up to you to look for them.” “When my daughter was abducted she left two children that were abandoned by her husband and now I am taking care of these children and I can’t afford school fees for these children.” “The disappearance of my child has destroyed my family because I had only two children and since the girl was taken the boy and mother refused to stay with me at home because they get bad memories. Now I stay alone.” “I am suffering so much because my son that I thought would at one time take care of me when I grow old is nowhere to be seen, and I don’t know if I will ever see him.” “I have been so sad ever since my children disappeared, sometimes I feel like dying myself because I feel hopeless. One time the rebels came and I sat there looking at them thinking my sons would come but I didn’t see them.” “I have school fee problems and I also feel so sad and sometimes cry because I am the only one who survived – All of my brothers and sisters died and I have to take care of their children.” “I want Kony to be captured and tortured the same way he did to our children.” “I want my child to come home.” Yet these are not terms exhausted in (exophonic or endophonic) performance, “rain stare off the wrong palm it was clenched to”. Eric Dolphy’s smile blesses the night, in a way, we make a face, or two, burnt as a side remainder. The substrate must be the chaos emerald itself, which at world-scale turns out to be the eyeball of the “Theses on the Phil. of Hist.”, an original contribution to porn studies which aims to interrogate previously untheorized changes in contemporary understandings. It argues that the words “porn” and “pornographic” are currently being applied to an ever-expanding range of material. We are witnessing a seemingly paradoxical move away from sex within contemporary understandings of porn, e.g., “torture porn”, “misery porn,” “ruin porn”, etc. But what about “food porn”? INSIDE A DIAMOND SHAPED SHELTER, TWO ROOFS FUSED, HAS THATCHING, AND AN IBIS NOW INSERTS ITS LONG CURVED BEAK DEEP DEEP DOWN. THE WHITE BOY SWIGS AGAIN HIS SPUN BISMUTH AND WANDERS OUT SAYS TO THE IBIS, “IBIS, YOUR SPECIES SURVIVES ONLY BECAUSE THE TURKS FOUND YOU GODLY, YOUR BEAK AND STEMS AND BABIES. YOU SAW THAT THE SPINNING CAUSED A STROBE. IT’S LIKE THE FLICKERING OF DOORS WHEN THOSE BURST OUT THEN IN, FURIOUS AND THEN TITILLATED.” IBIS, BEAK STILL IN, “CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW PRETTY I AM?!” What Would Squirrely Do? The remains of a ﬁghting machine waste aromatically on the hot pink sand, are a multiﬁstular sheen upon the ﬁery brush lattice, strewn there by an all-elemental ζωοτικών frolicking pseudopodially in the cluttered passages of a nearby world of “Sun Kong Clip Centre R&G Kinsington / Open Space Sharp Edge Badger We Buy For / Cash Bolu Kebab Steak Tarmar Dry Selo Mortar. / Bahar Kebab House Pomeroy Oddy / Fashions The Believer’s Mission Chu-.” We are dressed in our Lele uniforms which are extremely office-like and conservative, our faces are shit-serious, and inside the room there are printed materials (scattered leaflets on the tables, or printed panels on the wall) with diagrams on them explaining the empirical part of the Lele Method. It’ll be deadly surprising how many “leles” per minute one hears around. In some cases, the pressure is so great the resulting ice “can stay solid at temperatures of thousands of degrees — a true freezer burn.” “At super-high pressures, some chemists predict that ice transforms into a metal.” Again, & again: Out of the cradle endlessly rocking. Again, & again: The great poet strides on to a headland — Red petals falling — & hangs himself in a tree. As bright as the 4th of July: A girl’s voice — In leaves of fire: [a?]rced overhead: From sea — To sea. Dribbling, down, on us all. Sunsets. & all that trash. And now the son’s flesh could not contain his girth. And now the son was more than tired and the son coughed up an enormous log of chalk and the son coughed up a pane of glass, a set of keys, and a door without a knob, and now the son’s mouth sprayed out graffiti, the son gushed gold and gray and green, the son gushed glue and blue. Again, & again: Out of the cradle endlessly rocking. Again, & again: The great poet strides on to a headland — Red petals falling — & hangs himself in a tree. As bright as the 4th of July: A girl’s voice — In leaves of fire: [a?]rced overhead: From sea — To sea. Dribbling, down, on us all. Sunsets. & all that trash. And now the son’s flesh could not contain his girth. And now the son was more than tired and the son coughed up an enormous log of chalk and the son coughed up a pane of glass, a set of keys, and a door without a knob, and now the son’s mouth sprayed out graffiti, the son gushed gold and gray and green, the son gushed glue and blue.
1. Last night I
dreamed that I had panic disorder and it went over.
And all the war had ended.
Sic gorgiamus allos subjectatos nunc.
2. Missing people looking for me.
I eat a carrot. Carrot.
Note the world’s largest Cornflake in the picture!
3. And here’s the horror pond, it is full of poison.
Erin Brockovitch should get there.
Erin Brockovitch should come here.
4. Good name:
Go suck a rat.
You look like culture.
Highlights of today were many random frogs hopping by and incredible diversity of shroomies including one puff mushroom the size of a human skull. Bo Diddley. Quicksilver. Who DO you love? “For Karl Marx, Louis-Auguste Blanqui was the missing head of the Paris Commune. He’d been incarcerated in the Fort du Taureau a few days before its declaration, elected its president in absentia, and in the months following the massacre that marked its end, he wrote Eternity by the Stars, a classic of prison literature, described by Walter Benjamin as a statement of reconciliation and defeat, albeit one delivered with ‘truly hallucinatory power’. But within those hallucinations it is also a refusal of that defeat, a transposition of class struggle onto a cosmic plane. Blanqui sees the universe as Hell, as eternal uniformity and repetition – ‘what I write at this moment in a cell at the Fort du Taureau I have written and shall write throughout all eternity, at a table, with a pen, clothed as I am now, in circumstances like these’ – but while his cell is the centre of this hell, it is also eternally locked out of it: ‘the infinity of space is populated by an infinite number of globes that leaves no room for darkness, for solitude and immobility’. For Blanqui, all there is is immobile darkness and solitude. The guards have instructions to shoot him if he even goes near the window. Thus, while according to his own system, Blanqui’s cell is a negative space trapped outside the universe, at the same time the entirety of that universe is transformed into that cell.”
[Note: Sources: Stephen Rodefer, “Time loves a hero”, “LOT’S WIFE’S RAZOR”, and M. W.-H. (Mike Wallace-Hadrill), and Francesca Lisette, quoted in W.-H.’s “On Francesca Lisette”, and Lisette again, “From A HISTORY OF AUTONOMY & ANGER”, in Cambridge Reading Series / Stephen Rodefer & Francesca Lisette / Friday, 12 February 2010 / Judith E. Wilson Drama Studio / Faculty of English / University of Cambridge, at Plantarchy; JBR, but see next; Kate Alexander, “Book of War”, at Conflicts of War and Jetlag, 2 Sept 013; JK (& MW-H) (Justin Katko and Mike Wallace-Hadrill), “On Jefferson Toal”, in JEFFERSON TOAL / PETER MANSON / FRIDAY 5 MARCH 2010 / JUDITH E. WILSON DRAMA STUDIO / FACULTY OF ENGLISH / UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, at Plantarchy; JBR; SUNY blurb for Helen Hester, Beyond Explicit Pornography and the Displacement of Sex, via Benjamin Noys, FB post, 2 Sept 013; JBR; Nour Mobarak, “2 TEXT”, JK (Justin Katko?), “On Nour Mobarak”, in NOUR MOUBARAK / TREVOR JOYCE / FRIDAY 2 APRIL 2010 / JUDITH E WILSON DRAMA STUDIO / FACULTY OF ENGLISH / UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE, at Plantarchy; Geof Huth, FB post, 2 Sept 013; JBR; Dragana Zarevska and Jasna Dimitrovska, quoted in Darko Aleksovski, “De-familiarizing the familiar: The ‘lele’ Method: Interview with Dragana Zarevska & Jasna Dimitrovska, at furtherfield, 12 Jul 011, via Senka Anastasova, FB post, 2 Sept 013; Geoff Manaugh, and Sam Keen, quoted in Manaugh’s “Offworld Glaciology”, at BLDG/BLOG, 2 Sept 013; Rauan Klassnik, The Moon’s Jaw, and Blake Butler, There Is No Year, quoted in Phil Hopkins, “A LYRICAL DELUSION: A review of Rauan Klassnik’s THE MOON’S JAW”, quoted in Johannes Göransson, “Against ‘Macabre Poets’: Phil Hopkin’s [sic] Criticism of Rauan Klassnik, Blake Butler and Me”, at Montevidayo, 2 Sept 013; Stina Kajaso, “Svinfest” (tr. by author), at SONOFDAD, 2 Sept 013; the Addams family motto, and the epigraph to the Mute website (“We would gladly feast on those who would subdue us”); Hazel Sullivan, FB post, 2 Sept 013; JBR; Sean Bonney, “From Eternity to Here”, at Mute, 3 Sept 013]