In the House of the Hangman 206

This is a zone filled with almost-expressive artifacts < documentation of the lost >, just come to light after being hidden in an ammunition box buried at the site of some atrocity, personal, ravaged, anonymous, or, to quote Stan Apps, “this morning I got up believing in the sentient fountains of Ba-ba-za-za …” I almost wish that would become a popular harsh saying: “Two is not the real

two, four is not the real four.” Apps again, “the Big Bang is just too darn patriarchal.” Stand Up for Decent Work. [SUMMARY: bio_corrupt images>rotting [all bluster+sic(kness| | > sleep fitful wake grumpy go down stairs cold in dark still morning > [or] visit Detroit where the lack of grocery stores has inspired a number of innovative, locally-grown food projects, and [a comma] will meet you in the wake of, in the wake of … as

Roy Fisher writes about Roy Eldridge, “Even when no sounds came out / you could still tell what they meant.” Is reality incomplete? At first I thought you said incompetent. Have you heard the one about the tsim-tsummed god living in a ’96 Hyundai? He’s visited by Death and the Death Orchestra, who populate the airbag. They walk into a bar. Hegelian twilight falls continuously, relaxin’ at Camarillo, like steam from a shout into a river shown bending one way rather than the other, or a non-existent cul de sac.

[Note: Sources: Robert Archambeau, “Gene Tanta’s Unusual Woods” (in which he quotes his blurb for the book), at Samizdat Blog, 23 Sept 010; Peter Hughes, blurb for Gene Tanta, Unusual Woods, at BlazeVOX Books; Stan Apps, “Boog city! + ontology-in-action”, at Freewill Applicator, 23 Sept 010; Graham Harman, and R W Emerson, “Self-Reliance”, as quoted in Harman’s untitled post at Object-Oriented Philosophy, 23 Sept 010; text of poster illustrating Nina Power, “world day for decent work”, at Infinite ThØught, 23 Sept 010; Mex Breeze, “[glittErringly feathered: all glut + shatter INT but smooth_arc(h)ed + mOuthed EXT]”, “[AD]Sum[m]er_Melt[BC]”, at netwurker, 23 & 13 Sept 010; Simon Pettet, “Poem (sleep, fitful, wake, grumpy,)”, in Hearth; Nate Berg, “Combatting the Food Desert of Detroit”, at Planetizen, 16 Sept 010; Adeena Karasick, “And Without (for all the commas)”, in Amuse Bouche; Roy Fisher, as quoted in Roy Batchelor, Standard Midland by Roy Fisher”, at Guardian.uk, 26 Jun 010; blurb for Liz Else “Slavoj Žižek: Wake up and smell the apocalypse”, at New Scientist, 30 Aug 010 (this link does not get you into the article without a subscription); blurb for Marc Estrin, Tsim-Tsum, at Spuyten Duyvil; Giles Goodland, “A Heron”, “Capital”, in “A Heron” and Other Poems (the “walk into a bar” bit is in homage to GG’s A Bar, at Beard of Bees); Charles Parker, Jr, “Relaxin’ at Camarillo”; Jonathan Crowe, “Copyright Traps: Cartography, Copyright, Mapping Errors”, at The Map Room, 25 Nov 05]

Comments

[Ali]

Oh sure, that's a reasonable goal. You can do it. Sometimes our boieds reach a plateau and we need to shake things up a bit.Sometimes, we actually aren't eating enough calories (especially if we're exercising to much or lifting weights) and our body thinks its starving and holds onto weight .isn't that special!