Poetry as a Way of Life Expression _this poetry of the future_ what are becomings to be exists now yet exists on aural virtual visual plane and is a process of definition in and fiction| and other spaces of desire |clicks the rhizome space.
criss cross frontiers mix melodies perform verse machines magics
boundaries as usual
A Recalltopoetryisawayof life and so many others et tant d'autres et tant d'autre_
mister rhizome has held his end. always in the milieu middle as between thing... ing filation! no alliance ... yes, O alliance ... sensed her warmth .. . not war but W A R M T H of the South
and and
and
and
and
A rhizome has no beginning or end; it is always in the middle, between things, interbeing, intermezzo. The tree is filiation, but the rhizome is alliance, uniquely alliance. The tree imposes the verb "to be," but the fabric of the rhizome is conjunction,
"and . . . and . . . and" This conjunction carries enough force to shake and uproot the verb "to be." Where are you going? Where are you coming from? What are you heading for? These are totally useless questions.
colder metallic fingers snap pop
nostrils steam
Ok hold yer horses steam whistle Stop. gram. arrive. tell. hold in temple of wishing well ginger finger fin gerginger ginger finger
rollypop~
inside the lyric body of her bowl her body bowl i whole aroun her n'arrow rims she's held me O So Long I hold you two ~ I hold her swell I hold her as well I hold her too ~ aussi le too ~ her tu ~ ca tu~ le tu letu tu ~
The pack, even on its own turf , is constituted by a line of flight or of deterritorialization that is a component part of it, and to which it accredits a high positive value, whereas masses only integrate these lines in order to segment them, obstruct them, ascribe them a negative sign.(One or Several Wolves, ATp 33). _____________________________________________________
Wolves and Greece. Things are heating up.
What howl? is that Howl I hear ?
ringing cross the planet.
The howl of , the hold of wolves and men ,
the holler of women and wolves ,
the sign of packs and herd.
Heading in the south to the region of delay and lift-off ~ .\
Franny is listening to a program on wolves. I say to her, Would you like to be a wolf? She answers hauthily, How stupid, you can’t be one wolf, you’re always eight or nine, six or seven. Not six or seven wolves all by yourself all at once, but one wolf among others with five or six others. In becoming wolf, the important thing is the position of the mass, and above all the position of the subject itself in relation to the pack or the wolf-multiplicity: how the subject joins or does not join the pack, how far away it stays, how it does or does not hold to the multiplicity”(…)”To be fully a part of the crowd and at the same time completely outside it: to be on the edge, to take a walk like Virginia Woolf (never again will I say,” I am this, I am that”)”.
Knowing I live in a dark age before history, I watch my wallet and am less struck by gunfights in the avenues than by the newsie with his dirty pink chapped face calling a shabby poet back for his change.
The crows mobbing the blinking, sun-stupid owl; wolves eating a hamstrung calf hind end first keeping their meat alive and fresh...these are marks of foresight, beginnings of wit; but Jesus wearing thorns and sunstroke beating his life and death into words to break the rods and blunt the axes of Rome: this and like things followed.
Knowing that in this advertising rainbow I live like a trapeze artist with a headache, my poems are no aspirins...they show pale bayonets of grass waving thin on dunes; the paralytic and his lyric secrets; my friend Al, union builder and cynic, hesitating to believe his own delicate poems lest he believe in something better than himself: and history, which is yet to begin, will exceed this, exalt this as a poem erases and rewrites its poet.
The distinction to be made is not between exterior and interior, which are always relative , changing and reversible but between different types of multiplicities that coexist, interpenetrate, and change places – machines, cogs, motors and elements that are set in motion at a given moment, forming an assemblage of productive statements: “I love you” (or whatever). (One or Several Wolves, ATplAteaus 36)
______________________________ Welcome to the Multitude ~ Monsieur Empire ~
Moving, like a tongue moves around a woman's body. Her lover speaks to her through. Signs. far and distant. near and close. close as the dark. a hand reaching her between the dark velvet of its hushed lover grasp.
Still as she imagines his hand around her his finger leaf inside they are leafs glued
it seems i'v e spent days listening to the Magic Flute _ Mister Mozart ~ as it speak beyond word. this magic opera of light lambent song. and ive not spent all the time i need to listen to it in sequence properly from start to ending.
such a ravelling and unravelling of identity and beauty ~
'The organs begin by detaching themselves' ... Franny JIll. MOna Oona. Frankly dreamt of being a place. was a city. San Francisco allegory. was dust to wipe was sun to central.
first the language gage. engage. teared t o the lip at each stop. 35. or 36. the narrative starting to chain itself down. feel the collage at the tip of your frottage. chance mister artaud said is desire is god. mister arp said, kaspar caspar.
---------------------------- O the D . in the T. when the child ran. off the bus-stop was that a bust or a stop did he stop the violence raining down on his skull? better
Better to be a tiny quantum flow than a molar converter, oscillator, or distributor!
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-- G.Deleuze and/or F.Guattari A Thousand Plateaus (p.226)
Over here the narrative continues. what is not published. so the meditation continues. remembrance of letter past.
my sister has finally had her knee operation. replaced her knee. after all those of years of suffering. soon she 'll walk supple and flexible and the beautiful body will be beautiful again. how delicate the mechanisms composing this body.
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each hour night was pain. teared to feel the spasm connect. over hour and second. not a god found unconnecting pain's sufferance ~ .
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when she wa s a child she won high board diving competitions.
her hair gleamed in the dark _ halo of a champion. ~
Tristan Tzara, en 1949, sur les Poésies de Villon ? "Si forte et insinuante est la valeur persuasive de la poésie de Villon, que souvent il nous semble toucher à un état de conscience mis à nu, tandis que la nudité même de sa voix est empreinte d'une douleur qui dépasse les conditions temporelles où elle se situe." "I owe much; I have nothing; I give the rest to the poor." Villon More converSations aVec Des
mains nonje ditscontes!un livre de Pierre Berge(oublie pas l'accent Clifford~) Tous ces textes sont un constant bonheur de lecture et une séduisante manière de finir l'année avec optimisme, et peut-être avec Adolphe, de Benjamin Constant, en suivant l'avis de Marcel Arland, en 1958 : "Voici une oeuvre écrite en quinze jours, puis de lecture en lecture, traînée pendant neuf ans, une "anecdote", l'aveu d'une faiblesse - et cette centaine de pages ont pris place parmi les chefs-d'oeuvre du roman français. Cela tient de la diablerie, sinon du miracle."
are you waking Doctor Genet of the flowers? with your hours and letters. bent by the ass you so adore?
we walked we waked with Genet day. that day. Tangier. 1970. Mister Choukri spoke to us of it. it was hay this nohay as dance was unfurled in the frocking boulevards, as they so called are, is the ship of Ishmael's taste.
Genet born unborne day this time thatthen. O f Genet yer papa ~
so the flowers go prisoners in chained over Blacks Balcon Lou-lou ship to my Devil's island Ship to my lou hangman's noose Our lady of les fleurs feu des maladies
you write bad 'pomes' better than anyone I know Mister Duffy I know, I know I work at it .
'like commas' you prefer idiom dialect and good old fashioned idiolect! or just plain idiot!
ya well poetry is purple when it's not prose. is that how your novel starts?
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Some of the things you toss here well compared to ... summer day or moon horned ridge are apocalyptic peak-cocks
rainyday weirdo dog of the laminations of french-canada. a longing for france. deep in yer bowel.s yer brain is a refusnik. meantime. the Soviet union is over. EMpire. There is New Empire.- ------------
so you go back and forth between two apartments. work in wrought iron steel. gates of heaven . swing. open. roar. of sea. mast of ship
. “Il faut ri“Il faut rire. Sinon le tragique va nous faire envoler par la fenêtre. Ferme la fenêtre”. (Jean Genet, Les Bonnes)re. Sinon le tragique va nous faire envoler par la fenêtre. Ferme la fenêtre”.
__________________ bucaneer kept his hat waving to his porpoise in the dirty atlanticwas the day of downing sailorsnot buckled by the plough of overhead wave grip the forecastle and hear your love
(((((((((((((((((((((( Beware the Mighty Octupus) darling boy screamed Triton Neptune his great horned cavern riding beachward behind him
uglier than rain. hand reaches. this hiss round snake hair. lover cover. lover . covet. shhhhhh. night snaking round your wrinkled aging eyes i buy no thrill around your thighs. these are the hungers . you long. gorilla growl darling. play your pen against me.
------------ first she comes to him with a long neck. bottle wrapped around her hipping stretching to get him. hooked round as a wreath my sweet ~ .
round your hooked navel. belly-button to your beard. animal. sweat seam.
do you go blind with day or is night your fare? pay the trippin' price as stairs go quality. without contributions you are nothing. the tin flute. Montreal, 1943. Why that number and no other . mixing and merging. the direct indirect the paid of
________________________ at three o'clock the meditation ends vespers ending dinner beginning. whirls of accompaniment follow the garment trace.
Imagine: A man says to Radio:something along these lines.but the world is not manichean.Agreed.A greed. D'accord.but no thanks to god,that old transcendental shit
does snow direct its flakes (Direct! Direct ladies and gentlemen!)
does the sun glance at its readward days? do nights become evenings. where does day end. ~ night fists its care to day.
begins again roughs up sun
peal pearls before swine the dogs have been cut loose on history in the clinique critique there are sicknesses everywhere . _______________________________________ ye s indeed there are. history is mad.
bedlam governs . ________________________>>>>> Move to Bedlam<>
of course politics is a farce and it's fun to go along for the ride for a few days as one rogue and one prorogued G.G. and parliament do what they do ~ determing millions of lives ridden by media
but then we gotta get back to our work ~ ________________ the work is waves and ceilings dent and cave
blessing and awning the work of 'the' artist
is shared in the daily duel with its 'travail' not its play thing of necessity
but art is resistance of consistence of round the whirling bend of song ~
_____________________________ So ho hey me hearties democracy of the sea ~ & the high bending pirates ~
je dis c’est ça le processus, c’est ça ce qui nous emporte. Évidemment ça veut dire que pour moi les lignes de fuites, c’est ce qu’il y a de créateur chez quelqu’un. Les lignes de fuites, c’est pas des lignes qui consistent à fuir, bien que ça consiste à fuir, mais c’est vraiment la formule que j’aime beaucoup d’un prisonnier américain qui lance le cri : "Je fuis, je ne cesse pas de suivre, mais en fuyant je cherche une arme ?. Je cherche une arme, c’est-à-dire je crée quelque chose. Finalement la création c’est la panique, toujours, je veux dire, c’est sur les lignes de fuites que l’on crée, parce c’est sur les lignes de fuites que l’on n’a plus aucune certitude, lesquelles certitudes se sont écroulées. Alors je dis bien, voilà.
this rarely used power is really s ome thing like this it is
Pro Rogue for them that wish to
sell out their country to rogues
dissolving what tatters o f democracy remainder in the spent suit of democracy in a country run by brain less iiddiiootts knowing nothing of desire except how to tap, use, and capitalize it.
so if they do "pro _Rogue" we know they is rogues knaves & villains
indeed
__________________ perhaps once a governer general in canadian history might do something significant and not dissolve Parliament
then she'd be the hero of true democrats ))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
PeaCE AND lOVE TO ALL From the Parliament of True Poetry and directing democracy democratic becomings devenir-futures ______________________ ___________________________ Peace and Love O Canada ~
____________A little multiplicity might just come along and bite these arseholes up. Cheers. for le vrai democracy.
Imagine if they "prorogue" in other words, call off Parliament ~ that would be a low blow.
not politically feasible. ---------------------------------------- In any event, there was a coalition go.v. way back in WW1.
The Union Government (1917-20)
Since Confederation there has only been one coalition government in Canada’s history: the Union Government of World War I. This was a coalition between the Conservative Party, led by Robert Borden, and Liberals and independents. The coalition was formed in order to broaden support for the Borden government and its controversial conscription policy.
In 1917, Prime Minister Borden announced that his government was going to introduce conscription to increase troops for the war in Europe. This policy was strongly opposed by many groups in Canada, in particular, French Canadians in Quebec and rural farmers. These groups resented being forced to participate in a British foreign war.
Prime Minister Borden hoped that a coalition government consisting of Conservatives and Liberals would help overcome these growing divisions within the country on this issue. Wilfrid Laurier, then leader of the Liberal Party, was opposed to conscription; he refused to lead his party into a coalition with the Conservatives. Many English-speaking Liberals, however, disagreed with their leader and left the party to join Borden in a coalition commonly referred to as the “Union Government.” Ultimately, the Union Government was successful in wining the general election of 1917 and eventually pushing conscription through Parliament.
With the end of the war in 1918, the primary raison d’être for the Union Government ceased to exist and the coalition began to break apart. Many former Liberals returned to their original political party, and the coalition dissolved completely with Prime Minister Borden’s retirement in 1920.
For more information on the Union Coalition Government:
but where is yer poetry? My poetry? it's everywhere
its a recall to poetry is a way of life un état d'esprit
and so many others et tant d'autres et tant d'autres
émission du lundi 1er décembre 2008 Raison de plus avec Michèle Cohen-Halimi et Jean-Pierre Faye
Par Alain Veinstein Réalisation : Manoushak Fashahi
Entretien avec Michèle Cohen-Halimi et Jean-Pierre Faye, à l’occasion de la parution de « L'histoire cachée du nihilisme : Jacobi, Dostoïevski, Heidegger, Nietzsche » (La Fabrique)
hipped by golden light 'd gleam over Canada's fair shores
all the oil barons from Alberta with their taxcuts and bargain basement billions bye-bye
off to the Artic with ya
away with the alien ation AlIEN Nation
o the rise of the wave
of the
land
come back
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yer a very much a dreamer! mister DuffeE. ?
O no I am a believer in Multitude and the possibility of democracy always appearing and peeping through the shifty shitty strata of daily life and filthy politics
what a pleasure it would be a joy it'd be to see the conservatives grandstanded and crashed a a joy to see the socalled prime beefy alien minister go back to the benches
what ajoy see democracy work
not a false vote but a coalition yes mister conservatives
maybe a flow of the many speaking
rising roaring
creating a new government
a path to what might be proportional government yes the so called conservatives stinking right wing
who would if they could
take Everything Away
Dont forget that
They would Take Everything Away the right is the right is the right
the right is always wrong always deceiving always cheating cheap conservative mean and it goes without saying they
are the capitalist war mongering
antihuman outer space
weirdos who are against all progress unless it serves the interest of the ir whole package
their whole package is under the disguise fascism
dictatorship
I cna see a tyrant behind the eyes of the prime beef minister
goodbye
let us hope it happens the coalition
this might be a crack into a possible becoming future
Progressive leaders urge opposition parties to form coalition government
OTTAWA, ON - Prominent progressive leaders have come together today to urge Stéphane Dion and Jack Layton to put partisan concerns aside and form a coalition government to serve the best interests of citizens suffering from a global economic crisis.
The open letter follows.
An urgent message to Stéphane Dion and Jack Layton: Only a coalition government can provide the leadership Canada needs
Dear Leaders,
We, the undersigned, write to you during this time of economic crisis to urge that you set aside all partisan considerations in favour of decisive action to help Canadians who are suffering and whose livelihoods are in jeopardy.
At this critical moment, a coalition government would be the most capable of delivering the kind of stewardship the economy needs, and the least likely to put partisan interests ahead of responsible government.
Barely five weeks after promising to work cooperatively with the opposition parties - representing a majority of voters - Prime Minister Harper failed to deliver a plan to halt the devastation being wrought upon hard working families. Instead his Conservative government is using the crisis to attack the democratic process, violate the rights of public servants to bargain collectively and end pay equity.
Canada now stands alone as the only government in the western world without a coherent economic stimulus plan. The Harper government talks of balancing the budget by selling off assets and restraining spending, the exact opposite of the stimulus response that virtually all economists and many others are arguing is necessary.
Time is of the essence. You have an unprecedented opportunity to deliver to citizens a coalition that is capable of putting aside partisan ploys and to work cooperatively and swiftly in the interests of all.
Despite Mr. Harper's contentions, the outrage of citizens and opposition parties is not about public funding of political parties, but rather, it is about a Conservative plan that would actually deepen our country's economic crisis. The Harper government's taking party funding off the table should not be a reason for backing down from your efforts to construct a coalition government.
Please be assured that we all stand ready to offer constructive ideas on ways to help workers, their families and communities weather this storm and emerge stronger than ever.
Signatories:
Ken Lewenza, President, Canadian Auto Workers Paul Moist, National President, Canadian Union of Public Employees Dave Coles, President, Communications, Energy and Paperworkers Union of Canada Denis Lemelin, National President, Canadian Union of Postal Workers Steven Staples, President, Rideau Institute Bruce Campbell, Executive Director, Canadian Centre for Policy Alternatives John Urquhart, Executive Director, Council of Canadians Mel Watkins, Professor Emeritus of Economics, University of Toronto
between entre francais et english. her lipped francais mon levre anglais ~ double becomed~ double devenir ~
___________ Ahoy! me ditty dogs! the sea lent lambast's upon us! Typhoon! Merge of waves. Gorilla talk on sea. Roar of mist. how that can be? in sea Octupus. Rigged by the sea brain. A deep sea diver. Plunged plumed. My hardy ones. Sea wrack. round mouth.. amnesia scuffle. my bare lent ladies have recherche my reckoned.
Now take breath. Sailor boy. Are you a sodium? then? a dolmen a sodomite bridged by yer neck?
Mouth to her sex. leaned into the lust. O aye! me captain the capstan is waning! Watch forth the breaker's is heaving high! roar'em in the poopdeck! must be shore on the hull side o'things! Yer irish accent's gone looney
Considering all Kleist. as bloc. to machine or mulitplicity as mention in machine. ----------- O Kleist Kleist Keist for Kleist sake!
....Why is the line of flight a war one risks coming back from defeated, destroyed, after having destroyed everything one could? This, precisely, is the fourth danger: the line of flight crossing the wall, getting out of the black holes, but instead of connecting with other lines and each time augmenting its valence, turning to destruction, abolition pure and simple, the passion of abolition. Like Kleist's line of flight, and the strange war he wages; like suicide, double suicide, a way out that turns the line of flight into a line of death. ....
Kleist: everything with him, in his writing as in his life, becomes speed and slowness. A succession of catatonic freezes and extreme velocities, fainting spells and shooting arrows. Sleep on your steed, then take off at a gallop. Jump from one assemblage to another, with the aid of a faint, by crossing a void. Kleist multiplies "life plan(e)s," but his voids and failures, his leaps, earthquakes, and plagues are always included on a single plane. The plane is not a principle of organization but a means of transportation. No form develops, no subject forms; affects are displaced, becomings catapult forward and combine into blocks, like the becoming-woman of Achilles and the becoming-dog of Penthesilea. Kleist offers a wonderful explanation of how forms and persons are only appearances produced by the displacement of a center of gravity on an abstract line, and by the conjunction of these lines on a plane of immanence. He is fascinated by bears; they are impossible to fool because their cruel little eyes see through appearances to the true "soul of movement," the Gemut or nonsubjective affect: the becoming-bear of Kleist. Even death can only be conceptualized as the intersection of elementary reactions of different speeds. A skull exploding, one of Kleist's obsessions. All of Kleist's work is traversed by a war machine invoked against the State, by a musical machine invoked against painting or the "picture." It is odd how Goethe and Hegel hated this new kind of writing. Because for them the plan(e) must indissolubly be a harmonious development of Form and a regulated formation of the Subject, personage, or character (the sentimental education, the interior and substantial solidity of the character, the harmony or analogy of the forms and continuity of development, the cult of the State, etc.). Their conception of the Plane is totally opposed to that of Kleist. The anti-Goetheism, anti-Hegelianism of Kleist, and already of Holderlin. Goethe gets to the crux of the matter when he reproaches Kleist for simultaneously setting up a pure "stationary process" that is like the fixed plane, introducing voids
and jumps that prevent any development of a central character, and mobilizing a violence of affects that causes an extreme confusion of feelings . . □ 269
1730: BECOMING-INTENSE, BECOMING-ANIMAL ..
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So a commentator... here in this excerpt below... caught off momenting...... in the glosses on the internet some space, of which to each is Kleist. and Lens O Poor Lens.
----------------"In Mille Plateaux, Deleuze and Guattari repeatedly contrast Goethe negatively in light of Kleist's work. For example, they state, »Tout l'oeuvre de Kleist est parcourue par une machine de guerre invoquée contre l'Etat, par une machine musicale invoquée contre la peinture ou le ›tableau‹. C'est curieux comme Goethe, et Hegel, ont la haine de cette nouvelle écriture«. 6 Several chapters later, they return to the subject, declaring »Lenz et Kleist affrontaient Goethe, génie grandiose, veritable homme d'Etat parmi tous les hommes de lettres«. 7 Finally, when discussing different types of space, they postulate »Pour le moment, il faudrait seulement dire qu'il y a deux sortes de voyage, qui se distinguent par le role respectif du point, de la ligne et de l'espace. Voyage-Goethe et voyage-Kleist?«. 8 In the above examples, Deleuze and Guattari are clearly thinking of such works as Wilhelms Meisters Lehrjahre and, perhaps, the Italienische Reise when they make this distinction between Kleist and Goethe. The distinction is less tenable when one considers more ›minor‹ Goethean masterpieces, such as the West-östlicher Divan and, even, Faust II. ..."
A thousand thou_ sand
A thous_ and tiny sexes _ my queer lover ~ . we're cut into boxes, blues, bullies, territoriies. what face is this you hold, held to my visage in your hand, in your sex. what double joined one is this?
the machines
Movies, shit, poetry
the machiNes
the machines of yer face of your ass
assophrenia yer bod y cut across yer wild's face this is your nasturbation|
it's the anaoedipal break & cut cupage which makes the difference/
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cheap finality of tawdry remembered film ~ .
peace and potatoes
brim forth their gush ~
Mozart's desiring-machine? 'Raise your ass to your mouth... ah, my ass burns like fire, but what can be the meaning of that? Perhaps a turd wants to come out... Yes, yes, turd, I know you, I see you, I feel you.. What is this _is such a thing possible? ..." (Mozart letter.. to someone ....)
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Re Recall poetry
---- blog Opening at different hours of day & twilight &morn @night it depends on the dyad, the dooda, the rebop and the mopop, in chronosville a lot happens/ so its sense & move off vector or transom plane window pane, no periods svplait
the blogs are one multiple ~
The blog work is one element __mactching revising doing undoing redoing. Combines recombing recombining _ making again and re again. the Again word is the Camber road of create _ welcome here reader ~
the poetry's strike's over we strike gold in its place
Duchamp once said if the artist says something is Art, then it is.
Tristan Tzara wrote, in 1935.. end of dada and so on
'It is perfectly evident today that you can a poet without having written a line.'
The essay from which this comes is worth reading. But iCant remember its title...
peace
Joyce reading from the Aeolus Episode of Ulysses recorded 1924
the story of the recording and Joyce's arrival at the studio is told in the Ellmann biography officially yet rumors abound regarding the superstitious Joyce entering the studio nervous and anxious at the thought of of thunder (or worse yet lightening) looming outdoors; in spite of all the recording went off without a hitch; judging by the results, which are fine, just refined, but alas, too rare! Aside from the two excerpts of Finnegans Wake and this there are no others, More's the pity!
alll my poemsare on vacation
holiday
on Strike
do leave cash
'je parle de qui parle qui parle je suis seul je ne suis qu'un petit bruit j'ai plusieurs bruit en moi un bruit glacé froissé au carrefour jeté sur le trottoir humide' l'homme approximatif ~ Tzara
Lorsque
Lorsque la langue est si tenduequ’elle se met à bégayer, ou à murmurer, balbutier…, tout le langage atteint à la limite qui en dessine le dehors et se confronte au silence. Quand la langue est ainsi tendue, le langage subit une pression qui le rend au silence. Le style – la langue étrangère dans la langue – est fait de ces deux opérations. […] Le style est l’économie de la langue.
Face à face, ou face à dos, faire bégayer la langue, et en même temps porter le langage à sa limite, à son dehors, à son silence.
G. Deleuze, Critique et clinique. Paris : Minuit, 1993
what is 'hiatus'?
Several blogs were, are, on hiatus _discontinuous. it's the average, norm, middle, comma,
hiatus is a rhetorical term
it's a point of view
_____________the idea of hiatus is a course in redirected thinking or tinkering or what is memory? but of the now...
pli
yes Mona and Jill and Franny discovering new ways of folding,___of becomings-text __ newer employments, akin to new envelopments […] but what always matters is folding, unfolding, refolding.Ravelling rapelling composing
first draft seconde raft sailing draught fourth keel fifth.... tacking.... call windy breezy these words on parole these texts here images here.. there around texts and prose to poetry poetry prose prose poem
Some of the gadgets like blog lists or machines/ etc. dont work because ive closed off the feeds and bloggers requires i make them public/ so they dont appear on the links as nothing does which asks for a live feed__ they are living blogs but according to blogger they are not unless they have a agent feed like atom etc.they read the blogs as literal web log updates whereas I read them and use them as literary experiments and intuitions