So croon, holla at me Jynx, holla at me Jynx, holla at me Jynx w/some soba on the side. Let’s fly away! URSULA OBI ATIGONE ANTIGONE AGNETHE NO/ SYMBOLS TEARING ARISE VIOLENCE FROM THE WHITENESS OF THE UNDYING BEAUTIFUL PRESENT WITH A GREAT DRUNKEN WING-BEAT THE BODY RIDDLED TORN (INTOLERABLE) WRITTEN BY DEFAULT ARISE NO/ SYMBOL MASSED EVIDENT/ THE DESIGNATED TEXT (BY MYRIAD CONSTELLATIONS) FAULTY LACUNAE LACUNAE AGAINST TEXTS AGAINST MEANING WHICH IS TO WRITE VIOLENCE OUTSIDE THE TEXT IN ANOTHER WRITING THREATENING MENACING MARGINS SPACES INTERVALS WITHOUT PAUSE ACTION OVERTHROW. Shablam! that’s how you eat it. Twisters ate. Marmota Monax Mizrahi broke it down. ‘The police are the public and the public are the police’ said cop-founder Robert Peel in 1829. What a noble sentiment! A delightful idea! ‘I know, we could get people to run themselves, it’d be great, all we have to do is split them into two groups and just make sure everyone knows they’re on the same side, brilliant, yeah’ … and thus the modern police state is born, with those in uniform facing those they are supposed to still be a part of, yet somehow beating them up when they dare to do ‘public’-type things, like have fun on the streets, or voice their opposition, or do anything other than scurry anxiously between school, (non-)job and the shops. As we know, of course, the police never were the public. That much is true and it’s reinforced by the way being ‘a police’ is often a family matter, with police streets, police towns, places where they cluster together like violent squirrels. However, whereas Kill List interests itself in certain relationships between poetry, commerce, internet culture, and (more distantly) contemporary warfare, alphabet engages all of existence in a masterful display of formal and conceptual artistry. As Christensen’s catalogue of that which exists compounds (the number of lines in each alphabetic section is determined by the Fibonnaci sequence), the reader becomes acutely aware of the impossibility of completing such a catalogue (the book ends at “n” — had she completed the project, section “z” would have been 196,418 lines long, resulting in a book of almost 26,000 pages). I was immediately overtaken by the “milk heart” and the “deer heart,” and the “advertising girl” who gets fucked in the “underclass of the image.” When I listen I think of angels in pink surgical gowns. I think of shaved cats that look like small pigs. I think of shaved human heads that look like starved pigs. Like a line of graves and kidnappings for your consumption. Interchangeable faces. Doll’s legs. If you shoot an arrow and it goes real high, hooray for you. Some books I’ve been reading lately: Love and Justice as Competencies, Luc Boltanski. The Names of History, Jacques Rancière. Althusser’s Lesson, Jacques Rancière. Staging the People, Jacques Rancière. In Defense of the Accidental, Odo Marquard. Tears in the Graeco Roman World, Thorston Fogen. Emotions, Restraint, and Community in Ancient Rome, Robert Kaster. Some Other Deaths of Jas Ban Ader, Dana Ward. Ursula or University, Stephanie Young. Army of Lovers, David Buuck and Juliana Spahr. The Undercommons, Fred Moten and Stefano Harvey. Sexual Underworlds of the Enlightenment, George Sebastian Rousseau. Reason’s Muse: Sexual Difference and the Birth of Democracy, Genevieve Fraisse. A History of Women: Emerging Feminism from Revolution to World War, ed. Genevieve Fraisse. Women, the Family, and Freedom Vol 1 1750-1880 (the debate in Documents). Only Paradoxes to Offer, Joan Scott. Regime of the Brother, Juliet Flower MacCannell. Violence Against Women: The Bloody Footprints, ed. Pauline Bart. Neither Angels nor Demons: Women, Crime, and Victimization, Kathleen Ferraro. Loving to Survive: Sexual Terror, Men’s Violence, and Women’s Lives, Dee L R Graham, with Roberta K Rigsby, and Edna I Rawlings. (I’d recommend most of these, but in particular Scott, Fraisse, and Boltanski.) You won’t believe this but that mtn lion that hangs out just outside our bedroom window came into our house Sunday night with a possum in its mouth! The sliding door was left open a little. Blood everywhere on rug, couch, walls, and windows. He left the possum on our bedroom door mat while he rested on our deck. In certain respects, then, the Gramsci Monument is a Gramscian action. Hirschorn has planted seeds from which might grow an underclass culture whose participants might achieve a self-empowerment denied them by the present hegemonic state of affairs. “It’s so cheesy, but what would Jesus do? I really do feel that Jesus would, like, be hanging out with the homeless in Union Square.” She inclined her chin toward me and smiled a little lopsidedly. “I think Jesus would be hanging out in the clubs.” It was a brilliant morning; I could have read all day. It was a question I never asked myself. It was a quote from George Bush. It was a small beach, the size of a backyard. It was a delicious, very thin pizza. It doesn’t move. It’s a stuffed chicken. Why would someone stuff a chicken? Was it a prize chicken? A pet? It is also probably the tilapia that appears in Mathew 14:15-21. What then is the lesson of the stone tractates? What is the plant with dark green leaves and tiny white flowers? “What are all those fuzzy things out there?” Some of the things so far told to the Court are true and some are untrue. I do not however, deny that I planned sabotage. Meantime, Sophia / Arrives at a splendid palace just behind Sinbad / Gets dropped off / By giant bird the ruhk.
[Note: Sources: LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs, TWeRK, quoted in Joyelle McSweeney, “The Book That Killed Me: LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs’s TWeRK”, at Montevidayo, 23 Apr 013; Monique Wittig, Les Guérillères (tr. David LeVay); LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs, “marmota monax mizrahi feeds chi chi mugler at the latex ball”, quoted in “Featured Poet: LaTasha N. Nevada Diggs”, at The Feminist Wire, 3 Jul 013; Nina Power, “The Public, The Police and The Rediscovery of Hate! by Nina Power”, at Strike! Magazine, 5 Dec 013; Rebecca Hazleton, “Consder the List”, at Harriet, 4 Dec 013; Olga Ravn, Jag äter mig själv som ljung. Flicksinne, James Pate, The Fassbinder Diaries, Dolores Dorantes, Estilo, quoted in Johannes Göransson, “My Poetry Picks for 2013”, at Harriet, 5 Dec 013; Dorian Corey, “If you shoot a arrow and it goes real high, hooray for you”, at Afrosonics, 5 Dec 013; Anne Boyer, “Some books I’ve been reading lately”, at *, 4 Dec, 013; Penny Garris, email to Kathy Bloomberg-Rissman, rec’d 5 Dec 013 approx 2:42PM PST; Ken Johnson, “A Summer Place in the South Bronx: A Visit to Thomas Hirschhorn’s ‘Gramsci Monument’”, at NY Times, 25 Jul 013, via Molly Crabapple, “paddyjohnson: How Do People Feel About the Gramsci Monument?”, at Demographic of One, 5 Dec 013; Jordan Kisner, “Jesus Raves”, Sheila Heti, “From My Diaries (2006–10) in Alphabetical Order”, quoted in “Issue Number 18”, at n+1, 5 Dec 013; John Olson, “Magic Wands and Traffic Lights”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 5 Dec 013; Peter Riley, Chapters of Age; Nelson Mandela (RIP), quoted in Dave Gilson, “Nelson Mandela’s Epitaph, in His Own Words: Remembering Mandela with the epic 1964 speech he believed might be his last”, at Mother Jones, 5 Dec 013; Harvey Joseph & Lindsay James (James Harvey and Jow Lindsay, Sea Adventures, or Pond Life]