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2007/08/28

something i wrote which you , can't read because ....





Is it really that you cannot read it over your body? come to
air see its felt cape cover the near knacks of yore table ~

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2007/08/26

this organ without ...



this guy zizek is a funny guy. i read his essay about Empire and hiscriticism about the deleuzo-guattarin elements in it. Ithought his commentsungrounded, and not founded in a serious reading oftheir text.I thought he was rather glib. Their text was a serious attempt toread politics back into philosophy. I think Empire is almostnaive in its beauty and its hope, and I sense this disturbsZizek. I think most readers were expecting the new Milles Plateaus...and what they got instead was an effort to createa new sense of morality and poltics. I think their use of D&G's ideas was in good faith, even if somewhat idealistic , but being idealisticdoes not preclude heroic. These days the practice of any politicsis almost bound to be a disaster and to risk what they did writing Empire was more thanheroic, it was epic. Epic works are neither easy to write or to complete.Because Zizek is a fast writer, I think he tends to be off hand sometimes, and evenglib. This comes from having a great facility, but it does not guarantee depth, andZizek in this sense is closer to Baudrillard.. and if any writer is known for beingflippant it's Baudrillard. I am not saying is false, but that he does not take his time. Hewrites fast as I suspect Zizek does. Whereas I think that Negri and Hardt were trying for something else, something grander and with more scope. I don't thinkthat Empire has had its time yet. It's a wonderful and aggravating book,a book that holds up our hopes and threatens to dash them to the ground inthe same breath. In other words, Empire is a real example of textual deterritorializing and reterritorializing, and one knows that this is not always an easy trip to live through.

this line of his is beau tifu l



'Perhaps, there is no greater love than that of a revolutionary couple, where each of the two lovers is ready to abandon the other at any moment if revolution demands it."--

bloogers and beggars

bloggers beggars and tigers wherefore? the english accent and its somber fool! I irish the plains of Abraham the sally go way alongthe path come over to me here where the tympanum plays not the middle clutter american song shes put her gender free soldier to the wheel and the comon weal zah! U've a blooger my son, my faather Audio accent please From Derry to Space

2007/08/21

collage

2007/08/20

SoCrtes Pharmaprix

this is not new but it is relevant to what I am doing and still working toward. Writing that is free of its months and mouths ~ .

“…he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought him selfe to bee a true Poem, that is, a composition…” John Milton, An Apology
Poetry is a way of living – Tristan Tzara 1932
Other horrible Laborers will come – Arthur Rimbaud 1871

Socrates’ Pharmacy – Notes on Plato

Plato’s – Or no, wasn’t that Socrates’ Pharmacy? A poet speaks to you, Damon. One who writes to you always from the place of no speak. Each time I read and write I write back from the place in myself, the space of activity called Poet – Socrates thinks poets are possessed and not masters. Therefore, Lorca’s duende and we return to the inspired “Lunatic, lover and poet” of Shakespeare and company. There are no masters of imaginative writing and creative writing is hokum, smoke and mirrors…the poet is a magician, master of magic (again Rimbaud). Crispin cutters on the seas (of his own desire – not a minor character, or a Minor Milton as in Bloom – but a tripper, a voyageur, an approximate man taddling his way through his own troped language myth). This idea of being taken over from an outside force fits in with the late Jack Spicer’s ideas about poetry (and those of the previous centuries i.e. Blake, Yeats, Milton etc. Ted Hughes essay on the metric and poetry, or his Dancer before God. In the latter he discusses Eliot’s departure from the Outside of Yeats and the turn to inwardness. In this sense inwardness and subjectivity as we know it is transcendence internalized and psychologized. Isn’t this Husserl’s phemenomenlogical ego and transcendental ego dualism – I do believe it is). Poetry has its origins in the Outside and not the inside of the poet’s psychology, his head, or whatever other existential psychological personal contextual situation one might conjure up.One thinks of Vico, and not the weak internal readers of psychology. Yes, to the inner but only as related to the map of the outer, the ramps of the self reaching across the world, Shakespeare, Marlowe. Each poet then is possessed by a god, the god Apollo, or whatever Other force one wants to attribute to the energy of poetry. I mean other in the sense that something ‘enters’ something outside of the dualities of rational and irrational, something simple and not complicated at all, but it is like magic. One works for a life to make one simple poem. The poem might end up being 12 books but it is the poem – the poem of a life, or the one “long” poem Shelley and O’Hara spoke about.

But it is definitely not an inside source, but an Outside, something that takes over the rational faculties and writes the poet (the verb writesis used transitively). So there is no mastery involved. Artaud’s words: no more masterpieces… As in

2007/08/17

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hmmm you really thought you 'fooled' round the verse
as it cut the sponge from your thighs like Francis Ponge?
come now it said after the atomic bomb and your
little personal egoic wars
like your ass packed with venereal bogs
clipped yer depression nails right down yer arse
iwas back from Ita
what Italic this?

eethink yer becomings-paranoias dduududddonnntdeserve~ you
weller server as it was becomin to yer trite. after that last
mail you knew we were history
electronic playboard that night
yer fingers sauntered yer sex
called hername his


e ped yer it said after the atomic bomb and your
littlege from rom your thighs likge from your thie Francis Ponge?
come now naour thighs likge from your thie Francis Ponge?
come nowpped yer it saisponge from your thighs likge from your thie Francis Ponge?
come nowpped yer it said after the atomic bomb and your
littlege from rom your thighs likge from your thie Francis Ponge?
come now naour thighs likge from your thie Francis Ponge?
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littlege from rom your thighs likge from your thie Francis Ponge?
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come nowpped yer it said after the atomic bomb and your
littlege from rom your thighs likge from your thie Francis Ponge?
come now naooyour ass packed with venereal bogsils righ it said after the atomic byour thi personal egoic wars
like r the atoyour ass packed with venereal bogs
clipped yer depression nails righ

2007/08/14

more from my dissertation..disssserata.snsnznnzn



that's you night of honour and day ~ :




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dissertation one: yes in this strata it's about paradise lost satan and the adventure of flight line sevenward fall to hell the CRASH dig when Satan's belly's buste D the ground ~ . not a sexual fantasy but a reverse role playing with the devil (M's was of the devil's party and didnt know as Blakehummedit) then the wasted land of the leman water by the thame i sat down and grand central voices reported reproached back his name was writ in water ~ ya dig ? ~

2007/08/07

draft

  you come here like a diamond thief
knowing my heart's in tangled spades wakened by hurt and