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In the House of the Hangman 1003

“It’s time to do something. Even if it’s wrong.” This is my rocking chair. It’s said that girls are failed males. There’s been many a worse failure. But things change on a dime in the world of sleep, and I quickly found myself in the back of another Bentley. This time it had doors and Kanye drove while Jay-Z hung with me. Both men were wearing tuxes and we were all drinking Cristal, and soft jazz might have been playing. Typical Kanye, though, was up to no good. Next thing I know the three of us were parked outside of Johnnie’s Deli spying on Kim and her soon-to-be-ex Kris Humphries. Actually, it’s all just the builder Bob. Bob? And Laleh. So far. I am beginning to lose faith in popular culture. So it’s easy to be cheerful and slippery around people who have it hard, as with death about. More radio, more donuts, good morning, no fuss about career as well. So: on top of its brusque and decidedly unromantic sexual fondling, TSA agents have also been caught stealing electronics, jewelry and cash. A TSA manager ran a prostitution ring from a motel room, and a supervisor is a defrocked priest, kicked from the pulpit for molesting two young girls. Lots of kids pass through the Philly airport, so this shamed minister has found his true calling. If you want to browbeat and grope, the US Government has a job for you, and if you fantasize about torturing and killing, and committing outrages on corpses, that can be arranged too. The latest TSA scandal involves an agent opening an urn containing cremated human remains, sticking her fingers into it, spilling ashes and bone fragments onto the floor, then laughing about it as the deceased’s grandson tried to gather what was left of his granddad from the carpet. Suddenly the three Dexedrine that I gulped back at the bar kick in — hard. My chest tightens. I’m also still drunk, and still drinking. “I would like there to be an artist like Damien Hirst whose arch-nemesis is a master magician like David Copperfield, OK?” I snarl. “And the artist creates something, right, and then the magician makes it disappear …” “She’s amazing,” says the celebrity, who knows I am cranked. “OK! We should go.” “Have you heard the rumor that I have? That Matthew Barney was fucking Elizabeth Peyton?” “Well,” chuckles Yanni. “That Matthew Barney is quite a guy.” I glare at him. “He’s also married, Yanni,” I hiss, and poke him hard through his summer cashmere. “To Bjork! You know, I’ve personally been to black metal barbeques, with these weird wrestling competitions and James Franco — at their Long Island City compound.” I take a sip of champagne. “Matthew Barney cannot just take any painter into his submarine thingie and have sex with her, for Christ’s sake …” So: if we take into consideration that the larger part of Lenin’s book, about two thirds, is dedicated precisely to the accusations of idealism directed against “Machists” and Lenin provides an infinite amount of citations from the works of “Machists” themselves and from the works of philosophers who do or do not sympathize with them, then in addition to the psychological puzzle – how our author could come up with his polemics while in essence expressing the same point of view – there is also a logical puzzle: how this polemics could be formally combined in his head with his own views. The key to the solution of the first puzzle is already available to us: it is religious thinking, solid in its verbal expression but vague in its concepts. The second puzzle can be explained by the extremely peculiar philosophical-critical method that is systematically used by our author, the one I would call, choosing the softest expression, the method of the “substitution of concepts.” It is a very simple method. “Machists” reduce all reality to “elements of experience.” What are these “elements”? Colors, forms, tones, smells, touch and so on. But Hume thought that all these colors and tones are sensations! Therefore, “elements” are the same as sensations. But Berkeley considered these same colors, forms and so on to be ideas! Therefore, sensations are the same as “ideas”! So, “elements” are ideas, and “Machism” is the purest form of idealism, i.e. “fideism,” “obscurantism” and so on. Mach and empiriocritics understand experience realistically: experience is things and images, physical and mental complexes. Elements are the same in both cases; in some complexes they are elements of things, in others, elements of images or sensations. The elements of things (or of “environment”) are colors, forms, rigidity, softness and so on, taken as independent of an individual, in objective connection – in a complex of a “rose petal” the color red is connected to the softness, the oval shape, the certain smell and so on objectively, i.e. completely independently from whether “I” look at it or not, whether “I” can distinguish between colors or not and so on. In the complex “perception of petal” the red color is present, but if “I” close my eyes, it changes to something different, if “I” am colorblind, it is accompanied by the sensation of “softness” only if while touching it I am also looking at it; here the red color, the softness or the smell are my sensations. Hume, Kantians and Plekhanov understand experience individualistically-psychologically: experience consists of “my” mental images, and nothing else. “My” here means that we cannot speak of any independent connection between the elements, that this connection is always subjective, and that all the component parts of experience are always only “sensations,” only individual “my” sensations. “It is ridiculous,” writes, for example, Plekhanov, “to ask what color rose has when no one is looking at it, what smell is has when no one is smelling it…” Here the rose has no color and no smell because no “subject” is “sensing” them. And finally Berkeley understands experience idealistically, and therefore all the component parts of experience are conceived by him as elementary “ideas.” In other words, since these are different understandings of experience, naturally, they produce different concepts of what experiences consist of. Lenin’s conclusion: we can use these different concepts interchangeably! Then another dream, where once again, I was preternaturally wise. Where once again, I had all the answers. A black sky. Animal cries. Chimp whoops, in the distance. Monkeys throwing their faeces about. ... ‘What will people look like, at the end of time?’, W. asked me. They’ll look like us, I told him, but with browner teeth.” Light coming into sky above black plane / / of ridge, crow calling from pine branch / / in foreground, sound of wave in channel.

[Note: Sources: Bruce, a friend of Anne Gorrick’s, as relayed to me via email from Anne, rec’d 28 Jun 012 approx 10:14 AM PDT; Jono Tosch, “catching up”, at Oil Changes, 28 Jun 012; Lyn Hejinian, The Night Has a Thousand Eyes, as quoted in “Read This Bit Re: Lyn Hejinian’s Poetics of Failure”, at Harriet, 28 Jun 012; Mina Ross, “WHILE I WAS SLEEPING…I WITNESSED THE MAGIC OF KIM-YE WITH JAY Z AND AZIZ ANSARI”, at Hello Giggles, 28 Jun 012; Stina Kajaso, “Tomte husse” (tr. Google), at SONOFDAD, 28 Jun 012; JBR; Linh Dinh, “Gone Banana Republic”, at Detainees, 28 Jun 012; Cat Marnell, “AMPHETAMINE LOGIC: NOTHING IS WRONG IF IT FEELS GOOD”, at Vice, 28 Jun 012; JBR; Alexander Bogdanov, Faith and Science, as quoted in Mikhail Emelianov, “Some Things Never Change (Bogdanov)”, at Perverse Egalitarianism, 28 Jun 012 (“a long response to Lenin’s Materialism and Empiriocriticism”); Lars Iyer, “A Third Dream”, at Spurious, 28 Jun 012; Stephen Ratcliffe, “6.28”, at Temporality, 28 Jun 012]

In the House of the Hangman 1002

Merdre! This entry was posted on June 27, 2012 and tagged –age suffix, apices, BFOE quotation, blazon, brood of pines, broods, brows by Leprohon Carleton Oxenden Sarett Bayly llp, chicken, citation, clement weather, conduction, continenta shelf, corona, coronal planes, declensions, depthfinding, diacritical marks, dialectics, dielectrics, dredging, epoché, equilibrium, ethic partaken, famous agents, favourite names, filters, flip gates, forgiving, freedom of love, generic virtue, internal being of the nothing, kings of Naples, lack, Late Victorian, love, lunar shadows, miasmas, named love, Nash equilibria, North Sea, nothing, novel powers, null pointers, Nullpunktsenergie, nystagmas, offices, offshore drilling, own sounds, participate qua contribute, permittivity, play of unity, polarisibility, polarizing, privative, Prynne, rainclouds, ransoms, resistance, saccades, self-image, shedding excuse, Shelley, shoal waters, snow, snowy-wing-case, source of human thought, than, than no more, The Office, tired cotters, tributes, uncertainty principle, unforgiving weather, virtuous mean, voltage, waters, waves, zero point energy, zero versus null. Slowly but surely these sculptures are evolving, a fur of algae on a girl’s cheek, a starfish on a nun’s face. Lacan’s formulation is a rejoinder to this presupposition so far as it accents the obscurity of anxiety. Anxiety is not without an object: to be sure, anxiety has a relation to things. But at the same time, anxiety is not with an object: that is, if there’s something you’d like to say to aliens, now’s your chance. The Wow! signal, a mysterious radio transmission detected in 1977 that may or may not have come from extraterrestrials, is finally getting a response from humanity. Anyone can contribute his or her two cents — or 140 characters, to be exact — to the cosmic reply via Twitter. I move a cushion and there is a dead mouse. I move a cushion and there is a dead mouse in Peckham. So yes, Prometheus is in many ways a huge disappointment. I mean, as The Alien Franchise rises from the corpse / incubator of the Engineer in the film’s ending, Scott can’t resist investing it with Gotterdammerung-like pretentiousness. Hail the conquering beast! “I have a mouth inside a mouth inside another mouth…” There are ;plenty of other languages that blur the lines between what we call blue and green. Many languages don’t distinguish between the two colors at all. In … the Thai language, khiaw means green except if it refers to the sky or the sea, in which case it’s blue. The Korean word purueda could refer to either blue or green, and the same goes for the Chinese word qīng. Now that the light has changed, everything's different, whole buildings appear where they were not. Like that hole in the sky there, through which a finger of light is trying to escape. Or is it an eye beam, handed down at an angle? I suspect they are carefully diagrammed – but that tree seems to be flying off sideways. One trouble: many days there are half a million people hiding outside the door, others another five and a half billion riding (the small system of light). As for the rest? Today I saw a bird – regular dun-colored small-to-medium-sized bird hanging by its leg from a thin rope in a tree. Its wings were spread. Gertrude Stein said. What? i’m sandi and i cut things and i find your bug by grease teleport and similar flying / change your jacket, change your thing / gange your torch stove with your ehow tool / u are not your mist only. There are no cookies in Paris, not even in fake Paris.

[Note: Sources: Alfred Jarry, Ubu Roi; Jow Lindsay, “From ‘Kazoo Dreamboats’”, at Sad Press, 27 Jun 012; “Overview”, at Jason deCaires Taylor (describing his The Silent Evolution); Dylan Trigg, “Lacan on Anxiety (1)”, at Side Effects, 27 Jun 012; Majestic, “Tweeting to Aliens”, at Disinformation, 27 Jun 012; I move a cushion … mouse in Peckham:  “death of a mouse in Peckham”, at Peckham in Furs, 27 Jun 012; Patrick Pritchett, “Prometheus Bound, Part 2: Body Horror & The Sublime, with Special Reference to Geoff Dyer”, at Writing the Messianic, 24 Jun 012; an article “about the role Crayola crayons had on cultural perceptions of colors”, as quoted in Hrag Vartanian, “Required Reading”, at Hyperallergic, 24 Jun 012; Eleni Sikelianos, “from Earliest Worlds”, as quoted in Michael Kelleher, “Aimless Reading: The S’s, Part 25.1 (Eleni Sikelianos)”, at Pearlblossom Highway, 24 Jun 012; Donna Kuhn, “I Say Situation Conscious”, at The Red Ceiling; Bhanu Kapil, “Danielle Dutton and C.A. Conrad: Stunning!!!”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 23 Jun 012]

In the House of the Hangman 1001

An insertion is always personal. The developing spherical galls are green at first, brown later, and mature bacteria multiply in intercellular spaces stimulating rapid increase in structures. Striated snake-spirals in the desert. There is no way / To build it flat like a section of wall: / It must join the segment of a circle, / Roving back to the body of which it seems / So unlikely a part, to fence in and shore up the face / On which the effort of this condition reads / Like a pinpoint of a smile, a spark / Or star one is not sure of having seen / As darkness resumes. But our 173-year-old heroine would mostly be kicking herself. On seeing the weaponry our police states now have directed at the people she would plead for a swift return to 1839, when the Chartists having lost their fight by peaceable means have armed themselves with pikes, knives and caltrops (to bring down the cavalry), the iron workers even producing cannon and grenades in their factories. Ten years after Babyfucker I wrote an ode titled “Censure.” It opens with the verse “The black bar in front of the sex organ.” And the first verse of the second strophe reads: “The axe that – chop now! – that shatters beautifully in your hand.” You crack any door into any bureaucracy. It’s the gym. Better than the real magic. There are bound to be casualties, like on slick surfaces the storm hasn’t yet rained on. Isn’t it funny in a way that we carry of all things our faces all thru all the world right on the fronts of our heads?

            There you are, home from
                      your trombone lesson
                                  carrying a violin case

               Aren’t you.
               Where did you get it.
                          Take it right straight

                              back

And what does butter taste like? In the Turbine Hall of the Tate Modern she is putting together a piece that locates one in “a London of 2058, where it has been raining cruelly, without let-up, for years.” From below the hedge, the sky looks like shit in bits. I can’t move my fucking legs and my jaw gags, I will never look like Edie Sedgwick — We halted on our path, and to our left a great drop o’erlooked a single plain that stretched to the horizon. No tree or plant could be seen thereon, no trace of animal or growth. Yet in the middle distance could be discerned what seemed a vast crater full to overflow, a mound of teeming specks heaving and twisting in the gloom. That is the great crater of those studying and teaching “The Waste Land” said my ancient Guide. His finger swept along the horizon, and faintly could be seen yet other craters, yet more mounds distant, separate and afar. Fail again. Fail louder. I almost have the infomercial memorized. My favorite part is where Valerie Bertinelli says “Cyndi! I want what you have … WAIT, I already do have what you have … melon magic!” As he speaks, he carefully dons a diadem of awful awls, spikes and knives, twining his golden curls artfully around them. He pulls a Victorian child’s sailor suit over his t-shirt and panties: a Harjuku cum Cracker Jack look. He cakes his face white. He ties a brown leather strap around his eyes and inserts an awl into the right. In liquid eyeliner, he paints big black teardrops, swoops and lacerations down each cheek like a kiddie Oedipus. He finishes this off in black platform boots, stolen off a passed-out teenaged hustler. Soon he gets into a mini-lover’s spat with Narcissus (who at play’s end morphs into Wikileaks hero Bradley [Breanna] Manning) about the means of the making, whom he instructs: “Okay, cry … But look alive. We have to set it up before we can serve it,” and, later: “It’s time to self-destruct. We’re going to rule this place because we got fucked, we got fucked and fucked and now we’ll be the King of all the Fuck-ups. Curtain up!”

[Note: Sources: Samantha Giles, hurdis addo, (on same pages w/ #56-8); Johan Jönson, collobert orbital (tr. Johannes Göransson); John Ashbery, “Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror”; Sharon Borthwick, “Sharon Borthwick: The Chartist Insurrection. A review of Dave Black & Chris Ford, 1839: The Chartist Insurrection”, at Association of Musical Marxists, 26 Jun 012; Urs Allemann, as quoted in Elizabeth Hall, “Urs Allemann Interviewed by Elizabeth Hall”, at Tarpaulin Sky, 30 Apr 010; Jared White, “Painting”, at Sink Review 9; l’amour fou, 26 Jun 012; Philip Whalen, “Mama”, in Mark Other Place, at Big Bridge (PW died 10 yrs ago the day of this writing, 26 Jun 012); Jeffery Steingarten, as quoted in Sean Lovelace, “jeffrey steingarten on writing”, at HTMLGIANT, 26 Jun 012; John Latta, and Enrique Villa-Matas, Dublinesque, as quoted in Latta’s “Enrique Villa-Matas’s Dublinesque (Reading Notes)”, at Isola di Rifiuti, 26 Jun 012; Timothy Thornton, “Playing Boreads”, at Sarah Crangle / Timothy Thornton Cambridge Reading Series Friday 22 October 2010; Posie Rider, “An excerpt from A Year Off The Ward : a psychosis memoir (2010) by me, Posie Rider”, at Posie Rider / Joe Walton: Cambridge Reading Series Friday 21st May 2010; Tom Leonard, “Moving On”, at TOM LEONARD / KESTON SUTHERLAND •CRS IX•26.11.10•; William Keckler, “REVISION OF A CELEBRATED QUOTE BY SAMUEL BECKETT”, at Joe Brainard’s Pyjamas (The Sequel), 25 Jun 012; William Keckler, “Cyndi Crawford’s ‘Meaningful Beauty’”, at Joe Brainard’s Pyjamas (The Sequel), 25 Jun 012; Joyelle McSweeney, “The Contagious Knives: A Necropastoral Farce”, in Percussion Grenade, and Kyle Minor, as quoted in Minor’s “A Few Notes about Joyelle McSweeney’s Percussion Grenade”, at HTMLGIANT, 24 Jun 012; JBR (Breanna is apparently Manning’s preferred given name]

Henry Tayali - “Rushing for Bread which was not There”

Scalia at his despicable best

"In the first 100 years of the Republic, the States enacted numerous laws restricting the immigration of certain classes of aliens, including convicted criminals, indigents, persons with contagious diseases, and (in Southern States) freed blacks. State laws not only provided for the removal of unwanted immigrants but also imposed penalties on unlawfully present aliens and those who aided their immigration."

[Note: Quoted from a New Yorker piece. I guess if white supremacy was good enough for the founding fathers, etc etc ...]

In the House of the Hangman 1000

␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣ I was off in my own study of a dancing blinding baby Krishna and ␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣- ing problem, but after that day I never smoked tobacco again. What does metaphysics have to do with plants? There were a few missteps, like the placement of sponsorship ads right in the middle of some video art over the main entrance tunnel and the performance artist who screamed “I’m fine!” over and over again in front of the portable toilets. Hey Tommy. How do these shake bottles explode, what goes wrong? A combination of things really, but basically it’s a false sense of security on the part of the meth cook. Ammonia nitrate, sodium hydroxide, pseudoephedrine and ether, and with water, that's a very reactive combination. So a bit of chemistry knowledge may keep you safe? Well yes and no, the problem with it is you're using improvised devices and when you do that, these things happen. When you create an endothermic reaction in a plastic bottle, you can’t prepare for all the equations and outcomes. ␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣ Genet is outside barking at ghosts like the psychotic puppy that he is. I read some Kathy Acker after all, but like in a hurried way, in between Drop Dead Diva, which isn't even good, I don't even know why I watch it, I don't write trash theory, I simply watch trash, and True Blood. I also read a PDF of Ariana Reines' translation of Tiqqun’s Preliminary Materials for Theories of a Young Girl on my computer, that Hedi at Semiotext(e) sent me but made me promise I wouldn’t circulate. I also began watching the first 10 minutes of the documentary on Francesca Woodman on Netflix streaming, where her father is being interviewed juxtaposed with an uncanny striptease of Francesca writing her name on wax paper and then tearing it open to ␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣ ␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣ ␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣ “Let’s face it. We’re undone by each other. And if we’re not, we’re missing something. If this seems so clearly the case with grief, it is only because it was already the case with desire. One does not always stay intact. It may be that one wants to, or does, but it may also be that despite one’s best efforts, one is undone, in the face of the other, by the touch, by the scent, by the feel, by the prospect of the touch, by the memory of the feel. And so The dawn made of lead is still advancing / from the direction of the sea, /riding on sounds I haven’t heard before. / The sea has been entirely packed into stray shells. / It is changing its marine nature and turning into metal ␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣ meat / gesticulations OR motor index of the twitch GRAPHED WITH the clockwise and anti-clockwise processes (flows) I have been studying through Grosz: the biology of an immigrant body in what might be called death throes but which I think of as related to citizenship: I also included the lightning bolt that activates cell flow (the trajectory of expiration) in a new way: “We’re preparing," she said, "for the obsolescence of something that has not yet emerged.” “Can you think of your ideas as a species?” ␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣␣ Clark Coolidge discussed semantics, William Burroughs and Count Krasipksy (who was exiled from Poland and obsessed with the word “the.”) Samuel Delany talked about kindness and the “wet Minotaurian, Lacanian real,” if I wrote that down correctly in my notebook. Selah Saterstrom divined a detoxification ritual involving a dove spiraling around the spinal cord. Dr Phil would like to see Dawn H return to Meadow Haven.

[Note: Sources: Gary Snyder, “Foreword”, in Lew Welch, Ring of Bone (new ed.), as excerpted at City Lights Books (as (re)formatted via cutnpaste; Michael Marder, “Vegetal anti-metaphysics: Learning from plants”, at Michael Marder On Line; Allison Meier, “Lumen Festival Offers Another World on Staten Island”, at Hyperallergic, 25 Jun 012; Henry Langston, and Tommy Farmer, as quoted in Langston’s “CRYSTAL METH ADDICTS KEEP SETTING THEMSELVES ON FIRE”, at Vice, 25 Jun 012; Kate Zambreno, “today”, at Frances Farmer Is My Sister, 25 Jun 012; Judith Butler, Undoing Gender, as quoted in Aaron Bady, “7 Days of Queer Theory”, at The New Inquiry, 25 Jun 012; Mahmoud Darwish, “Memory for Forgetfulness”, epigraph to “1 Canopy”, in Taylor Brady and Rob Halpern, Snow Sensitive Skin; Bhanu Kapil, Michelle Ellsworth, Clark Coolidge, Samuel Delany, and Selah Saterstrom, as quoted in Kapil’s “SWP: Week 3: The Chemistry of Meat:”, at Was Gertrude Stein a Punjabi?, 25 Jun 012; Yedda Morrison, “Deerie Lu^©”, in Girl Scout Nation]

Egypt will have a woman vice president before the US will - which should tell you something about the US

Reblogged from CNN:

Cairo (CNN) -- Egypt's first democratically elected president, Mohamed Morsi, will appoint a woman as one of his vice presidents and a Christian as another, his policy adviser told CNN.

"For the first time in Egyptian history -- not just modern but in all Egyptian history -- a woman will take that position," Ahmed Deif told CNN's Christiane Amanpour on Monday. "And it's not just a vice president who will represent a certain agenda and sect, but a vice president who is powerful and empowered and will be taking care of critical advising within the presidential Cabinet."

In the House of the Hangman 999

The vibrations of strings (belly buttons, violin strings, super strings) — an extra, extra ‘pouring’ of the ‘runny body’ — ‘meat which flows / between the fingers’ — an eyelash or a black radioactive grain which might collapse and / or reboot the Universe — ‘here in the black fathermilk / of loneliness’ — And yet, like glass, which is a liquid, what is the meaning of blue? So much of what I love lives here — Mandelstam’s ghost, the doomsday clock cigarette that burns throughout the ‘buttons / so tightly sewn / to each other that no one / can’ oh, I dunno — toothpaste, an ostrich, and 'the river’ — the primary colors are blue and yellow and green, and the ocean is never far away, and we are made part of ‘a whole / movement of people (‘Come on, I’m exciting to be with you’), ‘Shenanigans: yes. / Drama, well’ — prick your arm, burn down in dance, to name just a few ... These are indeed very BRIGHT BRAVE PHENOMENA, that's right” — cante jondo — echoes bouncing off the ancient strings of hexagrams — ‘revised by pamphlets fallen / from the sky, or by Adobe Photoshop’ — it’s a ‘pretty abyss’ — “CTHULHU ON LESBOS” — ‘the Ouija world’ — ‘from fava beans to ‘the dinosaur’s great collapse’’ — The girl with the gun is that asks it — ‘a dialectical lasagna of grays’ — that spider spins, that nimbus twirls into Wonder Woman and leaps with the Aboriginal kangaroo woman, that escapes from a sub-trunk with Houdini and seduces like the Amazon’s pink river dolphin man — ‘Everything I hated has become my life now. By which I mean how happy I am’ — like a manual to a new kind of LCD machine you aren’t allowed to actually turn on yet — ‘blood runneth cheesecake’, painful as ‘all lights ... even stars’ — a wristwatch, a radio, clay, wood, marble, a cloud, a fly — S’Schiga, Sie Chriiga; The cuckoo is gone, anyway.

[Note: Sources: SPD’s New Poetry list, 22-23 Jun 012. Daniel Sjölin, Kate Durbin, Aase Berg, Joyele McSweeney, blurbs for Berg’s Transfer Fat; blurb for Emmanuel Hocquard, The Invention of Glass; Dana Ward, and Matvei Yankelevich, as quoted in Ward’s blurb for Yankelevich’s ALPHA DONUT; JBR; Timothy Donnelly, Amanda Nadelberg, Ange Mlinko, Rod Smith, blurbs for Nadelberg’s Bright Brave Phenomena; anonymous blurb for Patrick Friesen, A Dark Boat; Yunte Huang, blurb for Paul Naylor, Book of Changes; Nick Courtwright, as quoted in John Gallaher, blurb for Courtwright’s Punchline; anonymous blurb writer, and Seth Brady Tucker, as quoted in blurb for Tucker’s Mormon Boy; blurb for David Jalajel, Cthulhu on Lesbos; Beth Copeland, as quoted in Deborah Morklund’s blurb for Copeland’s Transcendental Telemarketer; James Bertolino, and W Nick Hill, as quoted in Bertolino’s blurb for Hill’s And We’d Understand Crows Laughing; anonymous blurb for Suzanne Stein, Tout Va Bien; Anselm Berrigan, blurb for Joel Lewis, Surrender When Leaving Coach; anonymous blurb for Matthew Hittinger, Skin Shift; Dan Magers, and Blake Butler, in blurbs for Magers’ Partyknife; Kim Vodicka, as quoted in Laura Mullen, blurb for Vodicka’s Aesthesia Balderdash; anonymous blurb for Adil Jussawalla, Trying to Say Goodbye; Adolf Wölfli, “Chicken Song”, in From the Cradle to the Grave, in Adolf Wölfli: Creator of the Universe]

In the House of the Hangman 998

The US Navy plans to deafen 11,200 dolphins and whales. Here it is. Here it is. Here it is – “+hey: what do you want?+

-a partner?
-a baby?
-an end to capitalism?
-a job that <3s you?
-a family that <3s you?
-free healthcare?
-student loan forgiveness?
-to be able to get married?
-a government that pays for art?
-an audience/readership?
-a bike?
-a chicken coop?”

A blade of grass is marvelous, world. You can pull two blades taut together and make hideous music by the power of your own lungs. Or you can just leave em alone. Forgotten your password? 487,000 US soldiers are suicidal and have acute Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome. That it might be, as many scientists think, ‘too late’ — an unliveable, unsustainable world already ‘in the pipeline’ — is too baffling to the soul. So then, how to live? I mean, not just what to ‘do’ — there is so much hope in doing, in inventing — bath salts? Precision, procession, possession — Percussion. Grenade. Not only a boom but a particular-sounding boom. Then thinking a bit more specifically on Joyelle Mcsweeney’s body of writing (I think about her talking about the thematic / philosophy of the Necropastoral (“where chromosomes kiss and divide”) – (“the killer of little shepherds appeared in a white rabbit-fur toque”) – Referring to cows, he says: “... they should command a premium at each step of the way because the feedlot operator would know, 1) that this clonal line performs best on this ration, 2) that this clonal line will be ready for slaughter after X number of days in the feedlot, and 3) that the packing plant will pay a premium for these animals because they are assured of a known uniform product. In the end the consumer will benefit with a more uniform product.”

Now if we can get down to brass tacks the point was to boldly go
into the deepest recesses of the darkest caves of
god help them without a softly speaking big stick to bludgeon
at least a couple barrels of crude out of the tar sands
in your busted thighs. So cut me some slack — you know it ain’t easy
running all the pretty horses straight into the ground.

As for the war machine in itself, it seems to be irreducible to the State apparatus, to be outside its sovereignty and prior to its law: it comes from elsewhere. Indra, the Warrior God, is in opposition to Varuna no less than Mitra. Sie can no more be reduced to one or the other than he can constitute a third of their kind. Rather, sie is like a pure and immeasurable multiplicity, the pack, an irruption of the ephemeral and the power of metamorphosis. Sie unties the bond just as sie betrays the pact. Sie brings a furor to bear against sovereignty, a celerity against gravity, secrecy against the public, a power (puissance) against sovereignty, a machine against the apparatus. Sie bears witness to another kind of justice, one of incomprehensible cruelty at times, but at others of unequaled pity as well (because sie unties bonds …) Sie bears witness, above all, to other relations, because sie sees all things in relations of becoming, rather than implementing binary distributions between “states”: a veritable becoming-other of the warrior, which lies outside dualities of terms as well as correspondences between relations.

[Note: Sources: Lynda Storey, “Navy to deafen 11,200 whales and dolphins and kill 1,600 more”, at SignOn.org (these are the Navy’s own estimates); Jack Collom and Lyn Hejnian, “Horizon”, in Situations, Sings; Sara Wintz, as quoted in Michael Cross, “The Feeling is Mutual”, at The Disinhibitor, 20 Jun 012; Oil Changes, 22 Jun 012; JBR; Jorie Graham, as quoted in “Jorie Graham on a World Apart from Reality”, at Harriet, 22 Jun 012; JBR, in Facebook conversation with Angela Genusa, 22 Jun 012; j/j hastain, and Joyelle McSweeney, as quoted in hastain’s “Creative Engagement with Joyelle McSweeney’s Percussion Grenade (Fence, 2012)”, at Big Other, 22 Jun 012; David King, “The Luddites and bio politics now”, at Luddites at 200, 22 Jun 012; Richard Owens, “Lincoln Memorial”, at Barque Press; Elaine Castillo, “On Prometheus, Berlin’s O2 arena, Wings of Desire, androids, assemblages, agencements, corporate-imperial subjects and rebels, translator-traitors, and pain”, at Big Other, 22 Jun 012]

In the House of the Hangman 997

Nor is it a pan-psychism, organicism, or vitalism that we need, but rather a pan-mechanism. To be is to be a machine. Rocks are machines, stars are machines, trees are machines, people are machines, corporations are machines, revolutionary groups are machines, tardigrades are machines. “How is a disjunctive diversity increased by one?” In our spontaneity of movement, we discover arms that extend, spines that bend, knees that flex … Are all words metaphors? “... I sometimes feel like I'm traveling with Albanian hillsmen storming Byzantine nunneries” – then I watch myself lying on the floor, Orgone weapon Anacondas switching light bulbs on and off in Blue Krishna scorpios head. New Denver low, finding these dentures on the sidewalk. That grinding under the hood is what they call masticating colossus. Although I hadn’t played a game of chess for years, it was a pleasant distraction from some of the typical artist conversations that I prefer to avoid, such as discussions on the subjects of banality and abjection (I still don’t know what that word really means) and simulacral pacifiers and how obviously easy it is to die hair in the pattern of a rainbow, or how unsexy sex really is, when you start to think about it … every time a poet uses the word “problematic” an orphan dies ... I’m a rollercoaster ride enthusiast. I collect stuffed animals. I wish I had white eyelashes. How is “Rihanna looks like a duck” not trending? Headaches, muscle aches, sores, cuts, abrasions, fatigue, arousals, heartburn and sinusitis. “It was already happening, like the sun in this place, their lungs / helped them to arrive” / “What is it to embrace water?” Fuck the Ponzi scheme logics of twenty-first century earthscapes, which portray an array of time-bubbles, catastrophic deferrals, telecratic capture, and a voracious present that seems to practice a sort of tempophagy on itself corresponding with its structural premise of hyper-consumption and perpetual “growth.” The monkey of extraordinary powers battles the enormous polka-dot shishi lion. These are the facts. But what do they mean? I went to a standstill psychologically once – lapse of memory. I didn’t talk for 15 days. I couldn’t hear clearly. You can’t see – you’re blind – block everything out – disoriented, awareness is very bad. Did someone say he’s coming out of it? I think what I’m saying is true – not sure. I think I was drooling – a complete standstill. They come by [for breakfast] with four trays; the first has big pancakes – I think I’m going to get them. Then someone comes up and gives me tiny ones – they get real small, like silver dollars. I seem to see movements – real fast motions in front of me. Then seems like they’re doing things behind your back – can’t quite see them. Did someone just hit me? I dwell on it for hours. Melting, everything in the cell starts moving … in the alluvial plains papyrus lotus & tall reeds / willow polar and alder / fauna — gazelles / to run as such from the fallout / tell me hoss — how deep faith runs / when all you have are hammers:

take the lamp
& if you ever need anything 
give us a rub

*

The founder Remus described a circle
with his plough thus subtracting
a space from nature and investing it
with political meaning.
—Lefebvre

The body is a model that can stand
For any bounded system. Its boundaries
can represent any boundaries
which are threatened or precarious.
—Agamben

*

I had thousand $ bills in my hand-bag

The sun is already divided / Into a hundred arcs.

[Note: Sources: Levi R Bryant, and Alfred North Whitehead, as quoted in Bryant’s “Machine-Oriented Ontology: Towards a Pan-Mechanism”, at Larval Subjects, 21 Jun 012; Maxine Sheets-Johnstone, The Primacy of Movement, as quoted in Sondra Fraleigh, “Essay Review of Maxine Sheets-Johnstone’s the Primacy of Movement (Summer, 2002)”, at Digital Commons: State University of New York, Brockport; JBR; Charles Olson, on travelling with the Fugs, as quoted in Anne Gorrick, Facebook post, 21 Jun 012; Edward Nichols, “Hexenhaus”, at experiential-experimental-literature, 21 Jun 012; Julia Cohen, “Complete Blood Press”, at $650 Apartment for $650, 21 Jun 012; Richard Owens, Clutch; Brianne Latti, as quoted in Geoff Tuck, “She didn’t even want to play, really she didn’t. (That’s why she made him cry.)”, at Notes on Looking, 21 Jun 012; John Sakkis, “follow me on Twitter (BAAAAAARF!) …”, at Both Both, 12 May 012; John Olson, “The Human Body: A Morality Play”, at Tillalala Chronicles, 21 Jun 012; Andrea Rexilius, Half of What They Carried Flew Away, as quoted in Matthew Dickman, “Free Verse: Alien Poems”, at Tin House, 19 Jun 012; JBR; Tom Cohen, “Murmurations — ‘Climate Change’ and the Defacement of Theory”, in Telemorphosis: Theory in the Era of Climate Change Volume 1 (ed. Tom Cohen), at Open Humanities Press; title of print by Tsukioka Yoshitoshi, seen at The Body as Conduit, 21 Jun 012; Lisa Guenther, and a number of imprisoned people describing their solitary confinement, as quoted in Guenther’s letter to Sen. Dick Durbin, in Guenther’s “Senate Committee Invites Written Testimony on Solitary Confinement”, at New Apps, 12 Jun 012; Richard Owens, “Statement of Course”, in Chanson de Geste, at BlazeVOX; Jack Collom and Lyn Hejinian,“Sunflower”, in Situations, Sings]