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2007/09/29

miller on new york and




its sort of a voyage a micrososm.. if you let your mind r o a m if
you sit here and rela x



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Rare footge of Allen Ginsberg taken in London 1967 at the dialectics of liberation conference by Iain sinclair.


2007/09/28

Filum maquínico et John Waters ... et our orphan Nietzsche

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If Fredrich had lived long enoug h to see a John Waters classic. Or lived into the times enough to Read Henry Miller. Who who who   [ I Love Missing Images ]knows? what turnabout might've come?
Filum maquínico








authenticity?nietzsche-dernier-jours_school



Authentic? Look vivid and real to me. The spirit. Eternal returns the becomings trace expression of immanence in time





________________________Eternal Return

Nietzsche. The first articulate orphan Unconsciouser .

the ghost of Nietzsche.

Dance !
a man who sang sang and lived wrote wrote the Affirmative day and night.


the non first antipapa the unconcsious genus.the orphan . jesus. with soul of casear. the overman as desire machine. return of eternal. fire
wind
air

ice

follow yourself! is what I say! tZarAthustra to his friends!

the Nazarene died too young!

Yes and he didnt read Miller. AS N wld've had he lived. and Phillip K. Dick


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 remind me to come back an add the john waters/ other image things.

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eternal return




Nietzsche. The first articulate orphan Unconsciouser .

the ghost of Nietzsche.

Dance !
a man who sang sang and lived wrote wrote the Affirmative day and night.


the non first antipapa the unconcsious genus.the orphan . jesus. with soul of casear. the overman as desire machine. return of eternal. fire
wind
air

ice

follow yourself! is what I say! tZarAthustra to his friends!

the Nazarene died too young!

lives__________________________Orphan unconscious seeks a home? is that?a?

In a city of love. the multitudinous lover bodies. gather the arm and leg of kiss me once kiss me twice. we are one hundred long legged being of Polis love ~

god lives inside of a four story house and it is you

'god wants a home'




2007/09/27

Trip Tale ou Cadaver de James Joyce+pen pen pen to the daughter Born[e] without a Muuthte


Old Ezra Pound at the grave site of James Joyce ~ .


"A partir de um texto sobre o cadaver de james joyce, eu e um amigo fizemos um trabalho audiovisual bastante livre. Das imagens recolhidas, á montagem, e à combinação da imagem com o som. a inspiração era o motivo"







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pen pen pen to the daughter Born[e] without a MuutheR



none of my pens work. alL. pencils are stubs. or busted. pens pens pens PENS. not a one
that work.

s
what gives with this?

how is this happening?

do the pen go sleep and ink away their self not
say what is becoming them?

are they as loves to broken caves, forgotten forgone in the mule like stage of recovery?
and her beauty was that Eyes I saw or Caesars?

Therese and Isabelle - Confession-- from the film by -
'A scene from the beautiful 1968 Radley Metzge' based on the nowaday virtually forgot Violette Leduc


if you look at the menu options
and yet another sadder moment, painful
Therese und Isabell 7
unfotuneatly on utube you necessarily get this associated videos so called.
who associated them?
not me reader.


O my lover my lovers we've been many
boats and brides knocking sea in the night
syncopated by the tern sound of end
start between the breast you hide

hidden as we're cabinet creatures
denned in our groaning sex

swished by identity its falseness
remember when girls wore falsies?

what is a ugly woman?
is ugly a lack of energy?

Beauty is Energy


in delirum

In delirium (I feel that) I become God, I become woman, I was Joan of Arc, and I am Heliogable, and the Great Mogul, a Chinese, an Indian, a Templar, I was my father and I was my son. And all criminals....



yea Mona become god become godling forest track Joan of arcing as when I am Heliogable great Mogul... and become an assyrian kingdom a bedroom of bevel ... of father


But not mama papa no this line of breakage as when a fast car caves in tonight greeting the winging wind...






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Posted to
AntiOedipus

image often______________disappear'd



 .

Here is(was) an image I fooled around with . Playing with simple things adding taking away.

The face _ it's always elusive _ even when clasped with love .
















ioftenwonderewhyyersotouchyabout thatconcentoftheschizoidyoubeingsoliteralheartedwhilehopingforsomethingbigger

2007/09/25

pen pen pen to the daughter Born[e] without a Muuthte



none of my pens work. alL. pencils are stubs. or busted. pens pens pens PENS. not a one
that work.

s
what gives with this?

how is this happening?

do the pen go sleep and ink away their self not
say what is becoming them?

are they as loves to broken caves, forgotten forgone in the mule like stage of recovery?
and her beauty was that Eyes I saw or Caesars?

Therese and Isabelle - Confession-- from the film by -
'A scene from the beautiful 1968 Radley Metzge' based on the nowaday virtually forgot Violette Leduc


if you look at the menu options
and yet another sadder moment, painful
Therese und Isabell 7
unfotuneatly on utube you necessarily get this associated videos so called.
who associated them?
not me reader.


O my lover my lovers we've been many
boats and brides knocking sea in the night
syncopated by the tern sound of end
start between the breast you hide

hidden as we're cabinet creatures
denned in our groaning sex

swished by identity its falseness
remember when girls wore falsies?

what is a ugly woman?
is ugly a lack of energy?

Beauty is Energy

2007/09/23

god is 'onthe underground

god is
god is public as wish to heart it spells the waving rind of song not wishing the post policing of art. as wish to heart. breathes its best. not. bully to song. its winding piloted stasis. out with its have not wish resenting resenting hate its half baked butter 's not kind to love's kingdom a people 's prayer not a sentimental fluid bearing gifts to the ignorant 'the' ignorant' our song's a pleasure fest valiant as the uplifted rock chord


not the pride of political piece


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you've counted the molecules. here the hair's breadth molecule molecule monkey has hazards on her rain bananna bread to her baboon cutes as cuts to any saw dust lawyer not Lanier and her elegant emergencies but the subtle disparities of art's trouble a palace held high


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Doctor come again lover
here your hips closer clover
little one speak to her
doubled wended tricks




ring gong as bells gate
tarry the wool long enough over their eyes




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you've been many goddess
yet knot this 'One'
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shift your kiss this willow
eye to eye in harried dawn

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was it dusk or busk?








Poefiti

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Poefiti

this link above to a poet whose work I dont know.
                  (it is no more) (it's gone) stay your anchors
             'update' yr links
and here below
the usual dracula Camp pretend gorgeous malarkey from 'daily motion'
  better named Daily Potion                                             

unrelated particles partions among body and mind
how many death s ???



Bellucci_dracula2


 and this little video went missing   ~an never got home

.

2007/09/22

god is

god is public as wish to heart it spells the waving rind of song not wishing the post policing of art. as wish to heart. breathes its best. not. bully to song. its winding piloted stasis. out with its have not wish resenting resenting hate its half baked butter 's not kind to love's kingdom a people 's prayer not a sentimental fluid bearing gifts to the ignorant 'the' ignorant' our song's a pleasure fest valiant as the uplifted rock chord

not the pride of political piece

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you've counted the molecules. here the hair's breadth molecule molecule monkey has hazards on her rain bananna bread to her baboon cutes as cuts to any saw dust lawyer not Lanier and her elegant emergencies but the subtle disparities of art's trouble a palace held high

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Doctor come again lover
here your hips closer clover
little one speak to her
doubled wended tricks


ring gong as bells gate
tarry the wool long enough over their eyes


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you've been many goddess
yet knot this 'One'
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shift your kiss this willow
eye to eye in harried dawn

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was it dusk or busk?

k - n i gh t

[k]night_ 2


[k]night


Night is always our best ~ friend night

yes night.

As sweet as air
or tender as her chin ~ .

2007/09/21

which love is not that of b...r o t her & si s ter ....?

U ot to wdraw that. no. its a missive your sexual called. reaping its benefice alors total des amours dans temps. really. it was a

nuance shouldering reply.
vacant bananna blunt gandered her geese to a gay.
nose thing? division of louche ass shape in petunia bust.


I think its offensive. whats that? a text? a regime repressed signs?__ where is the true cabbage you bellowed to my feet measured by any other rod. was quickly wink her eyebatting.

Die through writing love. She shirked her Obligattion. A suit of amour was .

She felled typhoons of swarm.

This honked geese. C a nadian sky. Over the Artic and past. You came here. Sweet one. Your mouth an Open lip to say. Undo my anger.

enterprise

enterprising


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  Another image disappeared as in the above 'enterprise'

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My whore's been many bodies
but none thine as betwitched
your emails came came came
coming song a came throng
bodies on the air
your mouth came mine
cameo come commingle
of this you were envious
yer south thigh neglected
its eastern pole west to east
thigh of rib hipped to your addiction Me Me Me
you loved this thing
paradise wanting so much your body grappled by your papa dada fix oedipus america miss
america

2

take your typical victim claiming lefty politicque.
old time radio had a gag once . it was you.
really yes., it was her. has you up her ass.
her sleeve her sleeve like any other french language
whore bore three children to her saying. shes married to 20 years and a handful more less than nine. its old berry school gets
her whoring done. down bastard. wanted to her hold her her hold her hold her ass.
was a quotient of question mark.


iii

in canadada the whoring's less eventful desire denies own
name more readily in the word multicultural being a euphemism for
hopscotch, globe, hair-line, come to me , quick, soft your adverb!
cut the cake, glimspe these thee rayon, didldo deep dusk up his ass, she swanked his cuck, double delved her tong, crucifixe bitextual rumour, as wish to want a parliment to gush platonic, or say



_                               _________                      _

1959

1959 my father died. he was 29. that year the dalia lama left his country, Tibet, to go and live somewhere else. I thin k it was a place called India ,, where ever that is.

its a strange map to know these crisscrossing passages. lies of bodies.when you fuck someone you dont love. and what sex you are. what body. name place of gender inside the death of your self. the black cone. and soemthing else

' je parle ....'

i dont recall the rest of the lines
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2007/09/20

to Mont pa r na sse

it was so obvious she was interested in me and this gray cow got in the way.
so it was .

and all the assholes muttering
and the sheet and speechless sheep


dead dead everywhere bantering barely or mumbling
shoveling shite


dead ones and two. in marchless format in the subway as I cross the street
to Montparnasse

2007/09/18

beauty







bea
They were jealous of your beauty __
and being so they tried
to destroy it,
so you chose a plain lover
like a plain song
no less intense for that .



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O my Zebra

O my Zebra



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dream . am running. walking, something. i come to. i cannot find my bag, the bag which contains all of my things, address books, other items, i.d., what little cash, cards, bus pass, passport? things! missing. me missing! not a little bourgeois who can afford to lose his things. where is my bag? where is it, my black bag?



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wake up _ swallow apple juice, what's left-over, eat a few crackers with margarine calm down the heart beating, beating, racing. make tea. tea wakes me up and puts me to sleep at the same time. cigarette. zygote. funeral, rebirth, zebra. I called your name.

2007/09/15

Mozart Artaud

Mozart Artaud
yes this is the image of the die cast in the twisted wind of imagination .

the[e] names of .. lovers

Mozart Artaud
yes this is the image of the die cast in the twisted wind of imagination .

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the names of my 79 lovers . some as lace winded wool gathered by the steel stream of love. and their names in a row pleasured as row on row rise to rise rose to rose in wind and shape of seed to shamrock their pale head.

hailed by her hand . first time. in a taxi by high school. day and rough night of boys. we came like foxes rutting in the fcuking wind. yes. she did . as i . too .. I two mouth to her lip cutn to my mouth oraled by the pleasure of coming intensity. she grammared by the slim buttocks of my .

on the bus J jealous the smell of her leather jacket, came running after me, was me caught between two laughing between their lust and love. well . it was good while it lasted. you kiss m y hand hair to my slim body young as i was your heart beated well drum to lovered venous of your spookyness.

. we walked home we promenaded the three of you. to your staircase. our home a body love to her handed spiral staircase.
So then J. for Jusline. And the other? her name her skin the smell of her taste remains nearly a generation since. on the living room couch. over there to "watch tv" sure! when J knew she forgave her mouth a leaning river to lovers. our bedsome three in the hip day of our carnal . yes.yes. we said
C.
and J
T.

so then yer names. and other. to each other each to other we did .

the[e] names

now think of this as then and that
or its arms around your head a crown of flaming glories
or morning glories. not bodies tumbled in fleet wheat. what was

.

yer hair in her mouth ,. as i kissed you. locks ? strands of streaming hair over our long black skin coffe e tanned by ocean stain and sea

yer ass cheeks wider than ever welcoming a butt to welcome seas
harbour cheeks of your navy boat ass
.

then you said
o More More yes indeed more was more
we were two and three and three and two the four armed beast
6 armed to our sexy uniion forbidden by all triboos an baa-s.
but fun it was. and we came. like cameos. and never ending ever edible
we came like rain .


till dusk.

2007/09/13

Salvo, he would say, tak e care ...

...


... There are people out there whom God alone can love ...


Pull down thy vanity
thou art a beaten dog...


half...


half....
thy vanity
pull down thy vanity

fostered in falsity...


[Pound ]

mary barnes: Two accounts of a Journey thru Madness

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Here is the great lady in her old age. Yes, reading her back then _ 70s _ saved me many nights of madness . Believing there was a way out. And speaking about to David. Yes, those day years go go go go ago.


( links to the website of her work and paintings here _)


I dont even remember how many times I read her book back in the old days. Believing it would, work. thinking I was crazy I wasnt .


The King and the Donkey--- this heroic lady was a hero a model a giant pushing through dark leaves blinding jungle. came thru a flying artist of heart and soul


Back






MARY EDITH BARNES
9 February 1923 - 29 June 2001
Nurse, Madwoman, Explorer of the Underworld, Celebrant of Death and Rebirth, Member of Kingsley Hall Community, Artist, Writer, Healer, Catholic mystic, Visionary




I dont quite see her the same way as I did then nor do I see her 'solution' the journey in regression back to wholeness as necessarily the only way by way of restoring a broken and fragmented self. and that's another story isn't it?

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2007/09/11

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 ~ .

indeed




Indeed for every brain to go there's more to little. it's paring along soup , canned to
intent , "les reves des autres " sir, yes sir, sire to its hawk , calender of every amazing story,, board ,,
not room and board to her thigh [s] baked bean ,,

of Being & nothing she's told ,,

her dress ,,, here's the place, she came, inside her lenting thighs ,,, as wished her kilt,
lifting off, high over the grace of her be(coming) & coming again as any wave does, cursed by the sigh, a fell-down calender, spell me not true, to her wishing bone , no longer an I, to speak ,


tittle to her shyster , she's bravura to her con grape leaved vie ~ .




wld peak this cress , as fun to her moon, ass to her cry , any shiver ,, does ,, me timber

,, s ,,, buster . like made the soup hefted spoon, putter'd the can, felt the tip fen, fenneled her root and "pan-can" missing to re not da in so re me fa so la ti do,
[you mean Doctor LaCan?]
is that how it end ?

come now , , you up-phrase me with yer hypocrisies and ,

she's bending down her grapes
holding to the terror dawn,
grasping heel
at each plate of soup

burled like a tiger ,,





its the bye-bye beginning of another


as each was wasp
to its told
she carried its mold outdoor
not bothering to shift the drag

on her wake in any other sender
holding her corresponding lover ,, back , his wheeled drive stuck ,, her gear ,

not a trout to play any other way ,

ducky, you see what I mean?
ducky? Ducky? d'ya See what I mean?


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take sheet here and bend coil for finding wrapping paper
to ______________________________________






2007/09/09

finnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnegenzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

@wake # 1/6 - Raul Lacabanne - 2006 Barcelona UPF - Interpretación audiovisual de fragmentos del primer libro del Finnegans Wake de James Joyce. Realizado en Max/MSP/Jitter (Audiovisual performance about James Joyce´s Finnegans Wake first book fragments. Made with Max/MSP/Jitter






riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Sir Tristram, violer d'amores, fr'over the short sea, had passen-
core rearrived from North Armorica on this side the scraggy
isthmus of Europe Minor to wielderfight his penisolate war: nor
had topsawyer's rocks by the stream Oconee exaggerated themselse
to Laurens County's gorgios while they went doublin their mumper
all the time: nor avoice from afire bellowsed mishe mishe to
tauftauf thuartpeatrick: not yet, though venissoon after, had a
kidscad buttended a bland old isaac: not yet, though all's fair in
vanessy, were sosie sesthers wroth with twone nathandjoe. Rot a
peck of pa's malt had Jhem or Shen brewed by arclight and rory
end to the regginbrow was to be seen ringsome on the aquaface.
The fall (bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonner-
ronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthur-
nuk!) of a once wallstrait oldparr is retaled early in bed and later
on life down through all christian minstrelsy. The great fall of the
offwall entailed at such short notice the pftjschute of Finnegan,
erse solid man, that the humptyhillhead of humself prumptly sends
an unquiring one well to the west in quest of his tumptytumtoes:
and their upturnpikepointandplace is at the knock out in the park
where oranges have been laid to rust upon the green since dev-
linsfirst loved livvy.

BOOK: | I | II | III | IV |
|628 | 3 |4 |

2007/09/08

les philosophes ... ~


here you go
the idea
it thinking around rose , lilac, tender lion, cradle, author, maxim, zoot, corn,
born, thigh, roll , etcetera ,,,,,