2008/02/29
sir
Sir did yo ~ u blog any? thing? blog sir? I I sir Blog? pray tell how it blogged Je_I? in this mad month of in like a lion Mars? out like a lamb? then lambkins? ah me chippies...
this sentence
...If you’re trapped in the dream of the other, vous êtez fotu — you’re fucked ... So spoke Papa Deleuze one afternoon conferencing ~
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previous
send those to the repair factory
pardon me?
you refer I take it to the entries brief and bullied you blogged this day moon light ridden night ?
mere pshaws & pahoos ballyhoo~ .
What Mona calls frosting on the mud . resigns on the consigns. regimental screw--up.s rank down bores. not my Colonel's work! my captain!
borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring.
Done Sir~
pardon me?
you refer I take it to the entries brief and bullied you blogged this day moon light ridden night ?
mere pshaws & pahoos ballyhoo~ .
What Mona calls frosting on the mud . resigns on the consigns. regimental screw--up.s rank down bores. not my Colonel's work! my captain!
borrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring.
Done Sir~
and
and those who are sorry for themselves
'even'
knowing where the mountain is?
i don't feel sorry for them andknowing where the mountain is?
their griefs
their grief's not greater than other's ~
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there is no victory ~
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there is no victory ~
for self pity's a narrow gate
not that of horn
or ivory
or ivory
2008/02/28
Ah~
that's only half if barely acceptable ~ yerregretmoroseremorse shin
shine / as air to quilt (ed) guilt ~ not a monster 'you' created
but 'one'made but buffeted time's murder ~ tied by econos god's right & rule
shine / as air to quilt (ed) guilt ~ not a monster 'you' created
but 'one'
Ah~
that's only half if barely acceptable ~ yer regret morose remorse shine / as air to quilt (ed) guilt ~ not a monster you created
but one made but buffeted time's murder ~ tied by econos god's right & rule
but one made but buffeted time's murder ~ tied by econos god's right & rule
were you
were you a judge?
no, never
hasty, rash
aye
but judge?
me
with robes
& wig
hardly
only those with
means can judge
explain yourself ~
hasty, rash
aye
but judge?
me
with robes
& wig
hardly
only those with
means can judge
explain yourself ~
~~
time
time
time
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time
time
time
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thats no reply
answer
answer
indeed
o
O kay
let's say
only those
then
with means
can afford
not to "judge"
as you put it
one who furls
in the nomadic everyday
mustjudge
if plumb lines
fall right
to the floor
as stars make hills of sky ~
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o
O kay
let's say
only those
then
with means
can afford
not to "judge"
as you put it
one who furls
in the nomadic everyday
mustjudge
if plumb lines
fall right
to the floor
as stars make hills of sky ~
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Ah ~
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tear[s] to diamond[s]
he wanted to make tears diamonds
but winter always cuts the ice
diamonds burn
diamonds burn
tears return
night is a shade
what bird is it cuts so ?
myself monster of ten thousand years
I the dumb_ waiter cut the tear
now diamond fear
is tear
now diamond fear
is tear
I reproach you _ myself ~
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you reproach who?
yourself is I
you reproach
chastised
by
night
's
bear
bare
monster ~
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is it true beauty lay at my feet
was I monster
always
or just born this way?
you were always a limb
hangin' from a tree
with crooked leaves
bent of shape
nooked of nape
yer leg
a cut drain
a heart of stone
turned brick and bone
this is what you are ~
bless you
monster
bless
you
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you reproach who?
yourself is I
you reproach
chastised
by
night
's
bear
bare
monster ~
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is it true beauty lay at my feet
was I monster
always
or just born this way?
you were always a limb
hangin' from a tree
with crooked leaves
bent of shape
nooked of nape
yer leg
a cut drain
a heart of stone
turned brick and bone
this is what you are ~
bless you
monster
bless
you
yer kind to speak these words to this mask, persona of death and doubt.
double step to time ~ .
double step to time ~ .
... moon sin...~ gin ~ g
friend singing
hummin'
bar_~ing
Blue Moon
to the
Chinese grocer
Lady
from Beijing
barely a
year
rosy cheeked
she
pretties thing
you
ever seen~
last night~
coldest night yet
en
Montreal
yet song
thrilled
a
l
l
2008/02/27
say' me' then
ok explore and inventory idea that literature & poetry is a health; so if there is health, there is malady. end malady _ so poetry at a given time , if it is better, is not so much an aesthetic idea, as the idea, of getting better, less sick._ if that is what I mean, and understand
you said this before but got carried away with it, going some where else. wherefore then?
well maybe it's like politics people must get sick before they get better. but they need a doctor; what if the doctor is sick? if the doctor and patient are one, or one dualistic machine.
and god is th~e great [est?] doctor, or is god sick? Nietzsche thought he was dead. Im not sure. i mean.
I see god everywhere. depends what you assent by god. is god an assent . a poem. a verse of peccadillo.or a better getting better. is god getting better. Kazantakis speaks of this in of his books.it s been ages, since I read him, but he was the great searcher as well.
maybe it was Report to Greco he said or someone says god needs us. to complete his work.
well lets assume for a moment god was jesus. if he died, as a god, and came back a s a god, was he ever dead?
was he a double god?
O my such deeps in you. Mister poet theologian? no, I see poetologian deeping his mysteries eleusinian.
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you said this before but got carried away with it, going some where else. wherefore then?
well maybe it's like politics people must get sick before they get better. but they need a doctor; what if the doctor is sick? if the doctor and patient are one, or one dualistic machine.
and god is th~e great [est?] doctor, or is god sick? Nietzsche thought he was dead. Im not sure. i mean.
I see god everywhere. depends what you assent by god. is god an assent . a poem. a verse of peccadillo.or a better getting better. is god getting better. Kazantakis speaks of this in of his books.it s been ages, since I read him, but he was the great searcher as well.
maybe it was Report to Greco he said or someone says god needs us. to complete his work.
well lets assume for a moment god was jesus. if he died, as a god, and came back a s a god, was he ever dead?
was he a double god?
O my such deeps in you. Mister poet theologian? no, I see poetologian deeping his mysteries eleusinian.
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tell me then sir
what rhymes
with
Tzara?
I say
it
rhymes
with
uze ...
sn
ooz
e...
tell me then sir
what rhymes
with
Tzara?
I say
it
rhymes
with
uze ...
sn
ooz
e...
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the wall and other shi... t....e...
heretoday
land and land
freetreading trade
debate & rebate
corridor
corrida
favour
&power
yer land their land
yer trade
theirs
consortion
and distortion
contract
compact
war no war
rent no rent
property poverty
capital labour
love's labour
kicked in the ass
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I forgot about cursor's pity daily comments here
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an this
land and land
freetreading trade
debate & rebate
corridor
corrida
favour
&power
yer land their land
yer trade
theirs
consortion
and distortion
contract
compact
war no war
rent no rent
property poverty
capital labour
love's labour
kicked in the ass
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I forgot about cursor's pity daily comments here
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counterpunchin'
an this
this
this is your body and blood on the altar of democracy you cry as tears pull down the surplus
care package of its rent steam piling in the spent dares over the wind
care package of its rent steam piling in the spent dares over the wind
the train cries but upstream hooting boats philosophize weather bane and paddling dogs not the same as Socrates fare but close to vacuous caverns and cithonian cakes you stand and pair each night its hour to day Summer was not this sort of bake sale but loneliness is the shell which never ends prison of your body like a country sign condemned to be alive in
permanent solitude
this is the captcha's punishment for them
that step off side
this is the captcha's punishment for them
that step off side
in the rink
weak lambs copulate you are reduced to sand
and nonsense
freedom of thought is whiplashed by cutting rejection & refusal on the metro you see that, you see how lonely people are, how rage and anger ,, christians who are all hypocrites say god forgives but what god forgives who does not punish their little jesus was a sauce pan delight cooked for good stew to the hanging god the other gangsters? a bunch of desert cronies
leaving their folks in the lurchweak lambs copulate you are reduced to sand
and nonsense
freedom of thought is whiplashed by cutting rejection & refusal on the metro you see that, you see how lonely people are, how rage and anger ,, christians who are all hypocrites say god forgives but what god forgives who does not punish their little jesus was a sauce pan delight cooked for good stew to the hanging god the other gangsters? a bunch of desert cronies
again and more think of the Shoah doesn't take much to see god's gangster whos on no one's side never was always violent god neeeds rehabilation and learning proper manners if its about power well shit man this is not power this is powerless ness this god's under arrest now in sentence Nietzsche's god is dead power's god thrives as big ballocked
bullies cash their crops and the critics whine
bullies cash their crops and the critics whine
as spring is the narcotic head of nations
love is always turning in the page
body fever opens rare cooking
as tarrying fortune chases haste
wont' it wait at your gate
not surged by the intent of love
is there not a cape to don your clothes
love will come like a beating beauty
pounding its drum
love is always turning in the page
body fever opens rare cooking
as tarrying fortune chases haste
wont' it wait at your gate
not surged by the intent of love
is there not a cape to don your clothes
love will come like a beating beauty
pounding its drum
2008/02/26
Adam ~mourning
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American Adam by John B. Judis
canadian prisonsbad to worse
the audicity of ....
break...?
doran golan's mourning
nablusgate
& in canadadadland "prudentfedbudget" sez who for who?
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yesterday you choked up
cried like a kid three times
in the street cold
as wrath~
not a nice
world where poetry's an expedient ~
canad a is the shit box where you ~
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American Adam by John B. Judis
canadian prisonsbad to worse
the audicity of ....
break...?
doran golan's mourning
nablusgate
& in canadadadland "prudentfedbudget" sez who for who?
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yesterday you choked up
cried like a kid three times
in the street cold
as wrath~
not a nice
world where poetry's an expedient ~
canad a is the shit box where you ~
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some laterals
lenin's tomb _ taste this mister out of the loop zizek
http://www.flatusyahu.com/
exoslel
http://www.flatusyahu.com/
flat-us-yah-who
\flat-us-yah-who\
flatus meaning gas.
yahu meaning god.
We’ve Got Gas!
exoslel
2008/02/25
fen
debs rebs clebs.chebs. zeb. whirl. furl. of snow. mow and row. even insects. long time gaone. yea. things like that. not sure of. old ago. past passe tense. blog this? shen then . why not
fen and bog
myrrh and mist
rile & roar
fen and bog
myrrh and mist
rile & roar
city ~in
i'm walking all over her breasts
cupped with mysecret fingers
& 'down' there not down at all but dragon's lair
dragon's lair of love & fire [suspicious of bolded words]
as she climbs over my head [rightly so]
cupped with my
& 'down' there not down at all but dragon's lair
dragon's lair of love & fire [suspicious of bolded words]
as she climbs over my head [rightly so]
is that
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is that bartok you listen
ing to
she asked
he was lookin' at the lace hanging's
her apartment 'big' enough anyhow to get her around in
and him[?]
if she said come on over the ice is ready
heart' melted
spreading her thighs
hefting her hips
Opening her lips
Holding her head back
rearing for him to come on [down into her][?]
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where does the I begin then stop off...
is that bartok you listen
ing to
he was lookin' at the lace hanging's
her apartment 'big' enough anyhow to get her around in
and him[?]
if she said come on over the ice is ready
heart' melted
spreading her thighs
hefting her hips
Opening her lips
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where does the I begin then stop off...
almost presquer
.
o yeas doctor d almost
almost doctor d
doctor O almost
almost O doctor'd
with tea in yer tea
lets go pee
makes you go pee
who'd have ever thought
a street kid
stray
hmmm not there ...
almost
doctor stray d almost
.
o yeas doctor d almost
almost doctor d
doctor O almost
almost O doctor'd
with tea in yer tea
lets go pee
makes you go pee
who'd have ever thought
a street kid
stray
hmmm not there ...
almost
doctor stray d almost
.
this is worthy real
2008/02/24
is this for your old friend TonY?
Yes, indeed it is, she's very ill, or sick ~
is that your head, o r lost humour? yes.
we laugh to stave of f divy folly. without an audience .
what good is yer laughter?
she wears the bobby sox of beauty.
she goes to her bed
hand hovering sex radiant
in the room of her bed ~
~ heart stir ~
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Yes, indeed it is, she's very ill, or sick ~
is that your head, o r lost humour? yes.
we laugh to stave of f divy folly. without an audience .
what good is yer laughter?
she wears the bobby sox of beauty.
she goes to her bed
hand hovering sex radiant
in the room of her bed ~
~ heart stir ~
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at
vivid discussion about relations, marriage, same sex relations . at irte radio one
~ whats funny about is to hear people trying to rationalize what cannot be.
love's not rational, ever ~ . heaD&HerT are not the same & dont love or look the same road.
programes
covenants of desire.
how do they cross river and sea
but you doctor d, almost, you often allude to becomings punishment by your demonic idea of god, how can you speak of a thing you don't believe in....
Its not beleief, its experience, or really it's a process, an experience of something which I feel Im at the end of, the result, a punisment economic or otherwise, a force of desire pushed me out. yes, that started when a kid. being snatched from my the family ,,, against their will,
forced to live in other's homes, and my sad mother, devastated, forced by the catholics to give up her other child unborn as well, child out of wedlock, a bastard, right, adopted, and I, fostered into homes, french-canadians i never loved and never loved me either in return, now shame is your dominant mode of existence. tht my fine fair feckled friend is not a resenment it 's a fact.
re same sex :~love i think people are more bothered by the idea of two men married as they imagine anal sex and imagine shit,,,
whereas with two women in same sex relations they dont picture anal sex sodomy or shit .
that difference is a difference which 'same' sex so called lovers cannot be reduced to. one cannot reduce. one has to seduce.
one is seduce love reduce as difference is the payment of god's love. Not That one. you spoke of above ~.
the love is what I speak difference the day hour the claw
planes fly over Ireland low cloud
i hate d that country canada
i am not canadian
i am not any country
i was never part of the canadian fantasm
~ whats funny about is to hear people trying to rationalize what cannot be.
love's not rational, ever ~ . heaD&HerT are not the same & dont love or look the same road.
programes
covenants of desire.
how do they cross river and sea
but you doctor d, almost, you often allude to becomings punishment by your demonic idea of god, how can you speak of a thing you don't believe in....
Its not beleief, its experience, or really it's a process, an experience of something which I feel Im at the end of, the result, a punisment economic or otherwise, a force of desire pushed me out. yes, that started when a kid. being snatched from my the family ,,, against their will,
forced to live in other's homes, and my sad mother, devastated, forced by the catholics to give up her other child unborn as well, child out of wedlock, a bastard, right, adopted, and I, fostered into homes, french-canadians i never loved and never loved me either in return, now shame is your dominant mode of existence. tht my fine fair feckled friend is not a resenment it 's a fact.
re same sex :~love i think people are more bothered by the idea of two men married as they imagine anal sex and imagine shit,,,
whereas with two women in same sex relations they dont picture anal sex sodomy or shit .
that difference is a difference which 'same' sex so called lovers cannot be reduced to. one cannot reduce. one has to seduce.
one is seduce love reduce as difference is the payment of god's love. Not That one. you spoke of above ~.
the love is what I speak difference the day hour the claw
planes fly over Ireland low cloud
i hate d that country canada
i am not canadian
i am not any country
i was never part of the canadian fantasm
2008/02/23
the counterfeiters
See last night. witha friend. I like it. but wasa bit late . first ten minutes? had to find a seat in dark ~ hahaha~anyhow, this trailer i like better than the english and other.s its german polish my two favorite lingo~ and fer someone with linguistic leprosy that' sperfect. dig it.
its already sunday ~ that means ~ death is coming ~
what ? on earth are you talking about?
perish the thought, im famished of hunger ~
good music here tonight good conversation
its already sunday ~ that means ~ death is coming ~
what ? on earth are you talking about?
perish the thought, im famished of hunger ~
good music here tonight good conversation
2008/02/22
b
over at gotta move ~
----------------longest stupidest winter of a decade . no fun. dude. none at all. its getting boring. no wonder people go _________________________|
SouTh |
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you gotta move
walkin in metro
subway
last night
them word
that song
in my head
You got to move
But when the Lord
You may be high
You've got to move...
(guitar)
(these bits
You se
But when the Lord gets ready
You got to move.[Missippi freD MacDowell wroted them song word]
----------------longest stupidest winter of a decade . no fun. dude. none at all. its getting boring. no wonder people go _________________________|
SouTh |
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you gotta move
walkin in metro
subway
last night
them word
that song
in my head
You got to move
You got to move
You got to move, childYou got to move
You got to move
But when the Lord
Gets ready
You got to move(guitar)
You may be high
You may be low
You may be rich, child.... (I dont get the whole song or refrain in my head jes bit)
You may be rich, child.... (I dont get the whole song or refrain in my head jes bit)
You may be po'
But when the Lord gets ready
But when the Lord gets ready
(guitar)
(these bits
You se
But when the Lord gets ready
You got to move.[Missippi freD MacDowell wroted them song word]
_______________ that goold old blues song say it.
and say some some about life and move. what is lord. but you gotta move. what you gotta move. move your gotta move your lord get ready.
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and say some some about life and move. what is lord. but you gotta move. what you gotta move. move your gotta move your lord get ready.
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at the bus stop in cold big black woman beside to right
to my left smaller phillipino woman
im hummin tht tune to stay warm
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as well
few minutes before
im humming half singing BUt tonight I just want to be here and be with you|
to my left smaller phillipino woman
im hummin tht tune to stay warm
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as well
few minutes before
im humming half singing BUt tonight I just want to be here and be with you|
no reprieve dumb city
what then will be yer fate
what then will be yer fate
yer lost lonely couples
where to ?
where to ?
a
a little pain inmy side
these days
off/on
ached to back
backed to ache
knee sore
man's
body's weak
cutting a t the limbs
tired at the toes
lonely as the doors
Man wasn't meant to live alone
Adam was not made to be alone
Eve~
So if Adam's wasn't created to be alone
when a man's a alone he's punished
by that mean old god
who cuts him down in his prime
as he joins the heap of hu manity alone
punished
banished
living between screens
~.
What kind of lover is that, god?
what sort of life, that?
thanks, god,,, thanks for making me alone
,, an d alone ,,,
banish punish
its not fun
busted up
like that on the bones of alone ~
what does god do all the time
to make such plans and cut them on the cost of the human being's head?
to say nothing of his cock
& his heart
withering with the glance of days and night
wasted
a truck does better
ii
than that
i guess im being punished
for being part of the capitalist
system
at
the
bottom
like a butt
on the
ass
that gets
kicked
shocked
fucked out
eh,
is that it, Mister daddio god?
is that why you feel sorry for yourself,
that you punished me ?
exile internal and external
is that the punishment ?
house arrest as it were?
me and Aung San Suu Kyi
house arrested in a sentence of death
you cant love stuck in the backyard of yer dead beat pen
or the prisoner let out to smoke one hour a day?
is that it too? is that yer idea of fun?
and we're only just starting
what about the gas chambers?
sub degree zero labour camps?
o we touch brush lightly on all these monsters
and things, knowing full well,
full well ,,
full well ,,
well full ,,
these days
off/on
ached to back
backed to ache
knee sore
man's
body's weak
cutting a t the limbs
tired at the toes
lonely as the doors
Man wasn't meant to live alone
Adam was not made to be alone
Eve~
So if Adam's wasn't created to be alone
when a man's a alone he's punished
by that mean old god
who cuts him down in his prime
as he joins the heap of hu manity alone
punished
banished
living between screens
~.
What kind of lover is that, god?
what sort of life, that?
thanks, god,,, thanks for making me alone
,, an d alone ,,,
banish punish
its not fun
busted up
like that on the bones of alone ~
what does god do all the time
to make such plans and cut them on the cost of the human being's head?
to say nothing of his cock
& his heart
withering with the glance of days and night
wasted
a truck does better
ii
than that
i guess im being punished
for being part of the capitalist
system
at
the
bottom
like a butt
on the
ass
that gets
kicked
shocked
fucked out
eh,
is that it, Mister daddio god?
is that why you feel sorry for yourself,
that you punished me ?
exile internal and external
is that the punishment ?
house arrest as it were?
me and Aung San Suu Kyi
house arrested in a sentence of death
you cant love stuck in the backyard of yer dead beat pen
or the prisoner let out to smoke one hour a day?
is that it too? is that yer idea of fun?
and we're only just starting
what about the gas chambers?
sub degree zero labour camps?
o we touch brush lightly on all these monsters
and things, knowing full well,
full well ,,
full well ,,
well full ,,
ask ..
Ask me ,, would a lover speak of anything
but your hips ,, the way I saw ,, from a distance ,,
decades ,, miles ,, imagined ,, swooning ,, lovers ,, lipstick ,,, red ,,
yes
~
outside
inside a body
wearing veils
yours
your eyes
I scant the night
wearing your veins
hoped fo
r
a desert of bodies
~ disappearing breath night
appearance disappearance ~
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I
I always think of you as reclining
in that pose
laid back
cherubs flying things
around you & yer lips
~ & your deeps
hidden flyin g into you
never ending ~ you~
a desire for ~ all everything & me climbing in
all over your beauty breathless
limbs longing hands around
& yours around too~
nameless these secrets
that 're public
would
Would I disappoint your beauty
me satyr hungry to gnaw at you
nibble lips speak words that can't be said
or around your waist then farther down
d ~aring this thrill between both sets of lips
& your hips hugging me
in
man of your legs
child of your legs
man of your body
man to your woman
like this
stravinsky rite of spring
sacre
as night is day
SeeqPod - Playable Search
he the music wizard.
this music always.
since ever.
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how long have you been in prison now?
I dont know i cant remember its been too long
doing the dishes so long dont remember where my tears end
and the dishes start
you get many visitors?
_______________ visitors? whats that. i cant have guests here. i cant even
getout never have anyone .
hmmm i see , so did you choose this?
choose? who chooses? choose ... hmmm funnny idea,
as if a man would choose unhappiness...yer a strange ...
yes. yes. i know
I dont know i cant remember its been too long
doing the dishes so long dont remember where my tears end
and the dishes start
you get many visitors?
_______________ visitors? whats that. i cant have guests here. i cant even
getout never have anyone .
hmmm i see , so did you choose this?
choose? who chooses? choose ... hmmm funnny idea,
as if a man would choose unhappiness...yer a strange ...
yes. yes. i know
2008/02/21
eclipse
in the old days eclipse was moment change ,, shift of br ~
or take peanut butter for instance, and its glasses, bottles, over year,,
what is that?
radio too ,, as radio is raide d controlled by corporate big dude baron ~
You are peasant serf to this ~ SO Blog has become the new fast print of early 21~
like print was in early 20 c. I think. When doing radio I saw air wave as freedome
behind. glass. at micropphone. but now radio is controlled byby force closure. time to go and go itopen door stone as fall t o flung its open seed~
now what is this which controll ticket?
why is metro slow and bus more more . line up longer. you
wait and wait this breath which breathes death capitalist tree~
or take peanut butter for instance, and its glasses, bottles, over year,,
what is that?
radio too ,, as radio is raide d controlled by corporate big dude baron ~
You are peasant serf to this ~ SO Blog has become the new fast print of early 21~
like print was in early 20 c. I think. When doing radio I saw air wave as freedome
behind. glass. at micropphone. but now radio is controlled byby force closure. time to go and go itopen door stone as fall t o flung its open seed~
now what is this which controll ticket?
why is metro slow and bus more more . line up longer. you
wait and wait this breath which breathes death capitalist tree~
headline
headlines missles senators cash crazed votes married un sung soo rhymes of love and cloud
exclude m~ rigged life breath
detention tention tension
contention
bara
bara
bara
boolah
boola~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
exclude m~ rigged life breath
detention tention tension
contention
bara
bara
bara
boolah
boola~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
you're watched in the subway
ye r email' s read
yer calls are read
yer watched
and monitored
yeayea yea
itsall for the good
of the best
and bleary
is it
any
w
o
n
d
e
r
y
e
r
p
a
r
a
n
o
i
d
?
_________________________
soliders here and there wounded and shot
bodies caught in
death's steel embrace
dying alive
&
around
around
the globe
more
dying
dying
ye r email' s read
yer calls are read
yer watched
and monitored
yeayea yea
itsall for the good
of the best
and bleary
is it
any
w
o
n
d
e
r
y
e
r
p
a
r
a
n
o
i
d
?
_________________________
soliders here and there wounded and shot
bodies caught in
death's steel embrace
dying alive
&
around
around
the globe
more
dying
dying
wh~ a t 's at s'tak'e
~
the bifurfaction across the psyche is a cranium of doubting and love~
when does Guattari machine praxis and theory machine Deleuze end? is ending starting across tiny quantum flows of energy?
__________________________________
I..... still have no control over this other world of systematic academic work, secret programing over dozens of years.
I lack too much.
Too much lag has accumulated.
Habits acquired that
I manage too poorly to discard.
Everything I do is a mess.
I would have to go back twenty-five years ...
____________________________
These comments are from the man who becomes the most active force of politics, and avidly flung threw himself across activity over activity
a man whose ideas are only half taken yet ~ the praxis of these ideas, for inst ance in ,psychiatry , has not even remotely scratched the surface of contemporary practices. 'lags' between new ideas and practice are gigantic inhuman and meanwhile those who go back and forth to the hospital and so called 'mental health' system are chopped up adn cut up between the varied diagnostic labels ls (so-called nosologies) and the water down practices of therapies mostly medication interventionist style and litle of any valuable therapy of any sort ~
--------------------
same guy is working toward the Kafka book
and One Thousand PLateaus
man authored half a dozen books
worked la Borde
________________________what is interesting is the problem of transversing and the work across domains.
the bifurcation across the psyche is a cranium of doubting and love~
______________________________________________________
now those words speak volumes of truth
_________________
Guattari journal 10/13/72 from Antioedipus papers 404 eng. trans.
written about 8 months or after the publication of Antioedipus with
Gilles Deleuze and Guattari's own first book Psychoanalysis and Transversality .
The man says he cant do the sort of work his friend Deleuze does. He differentiates himself as not being systematic ~ or organized. a recurrent theme motif~
cross posting this differing version at guattaricomplex
___________________________
__________________
"Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves." - (William Pitt, 1783)
the bifurfaction across the psyche is a cranium of doubting and love~
when does Guattari machine praxis and theory machine Deleuze end? is ending starting across tiny quantum flows of energy?
__________________________________
I..... still have no control over this other world of systematic academic work, secret programing over dozens of years.
I lack too much.
Too much lag has accumulated.
Habits acquired that
I manage too poorly to discard.
Everything I do is a mess.
I would have to go back twenty-five years ...
____________________________
These comments are from the man who becomes the most active force of politics, and avidly flung threw himself across activity over activity
a man whose ideas are only half taken yet ~ the praxis of these ideas, for inst ance in ,psychiatry , has not even remotely scratched the surface of contemporary practices. 'lags' between new ideas and practice are gigantic inhuman and meanwhile those who go back and forth to the hospital and so called 'mental health' system are chopped up adn cut up between the varied diagnostic labels ls (so-called nosologies) and the water down practices of therapies mostly medication interventionist style and litle of any valuable therapy of any sort ~
--------------------
same guy is working toward the Kafka book
and One Thousand PLateaus
man authored half a dozen books
worked la Borde
________________________what is interesting is the problem of transversing and the work across domains.
the bifurcation across the psyche is a cranium of doubting and love~
______________________________________________________
now those words speak volumes of truth
_________________
Guattari journal 10/13/72 from Antioedipus papers 404 eng. trans.
written about 8 months or after the publication of Antioedipus with
Gilles Deleuze and Guattari's own first book Psychoanalysis and Transversality .
The man says he cant do the sort of work his friend Deleuze does. He differentiates himself as not being systematic ~ or organized. a recurrent theme motif~
cross posting this differing version at guattaricomplex
___________________________
__________________
"Necessity is the plea for every infringement of human freedom. It is the argument of tyrants; it is the creed of slaves." - (William Pitt, 1783)
2008/02/20
the city
the city
was it any wonder moon eclipsing
as it is
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as it is
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alf clouded eye of dark
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cover its face
22 degreeS below zero
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the city crazy today
so was I
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cover its face
22 degreeS below zero
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the city crazy today
so was I
__________________________
________________
I recall passages in Miller he's writing about the effect of Polish language
this effect Slavic into resonance of my cell and bones. what strange elemental desire is this?
_______________
____________
tried to read guyotat's coma but
finding im bored
hes not so bright
as id thought
________________________
english translation:Open your heart ~
finding im bored
hes not so bright
as id thought
________________________
english translation:Open your heart ~
'text messaging'
text messaging . fascintating concept. return of text ? we're not sure. but what a flow of word.
is it so? who know. is a verse a text message? is a text a message? message is not verse? denotation and connotation ~ mass text mailing list. what is the mass of verse . prolific.
in Kenya, text messaging is force of politic. to point where government consider shutting down~ but companies intervene sending text message of peace neighborliness and friendly.
text message. message. one find love. but question of free speech and liberty of spee ch. does naming dehumanizing so the . in spite of warning. text message . if the generation of hate and community of hate. by way of language. incite recite concite. one has to find agape. neighbour comunity. principle. if one cannot find this .
_____________________________
the theory people
're gonna love this ~
if they've nt al~read[y]
is it so? who know. is a verse a text message? is a text a message? message is not verse? denotation and connotation ~ mass text mailing list. what is the mass of verse . prolific.
in Kenya, text messaging is force of politic. to point where government consider shutting down~ but companies intervene sending text message of peace neighborliness and friendly.
text message. message. one find love. but question of free speech and liberty of spee ch. does naming dehumanizing so the . in spite of warning. text message . if the generation of hate and community of hate. by way of language. incite recite concite. one has to find agape. neighbour comunity. principle. if one cannot find this .
_____________________________
the theory people
're gonna love this ~
if they've nt al~read[y]
2008/02/19
'nd
an d them previous turns? well? sheesh ~
[speaks [easy] to a kettel drum]
[drum roll of america
tie of night
mouth of lathe
abstract of breast
rubbing of ass cheeks]
[eyes speak to you
cheeky boy you are
as ass cheek eyes speak
mouth of Mondrian]
you need coffee
goes without saying
[speaks [easy] to a kettel drum]
[drum roll of america
tie of night
mouth of lathe
abstract of breast
rubbing of ass cheeks]
[eyes speak to you
cheeky boy you are
as ass cheek eyes speak
mouth of Mondrian]
you need coffee
goes without saying
I fictive recal[ing] _ turn
I fictive recallin'
____________________________________
turn your head lover
so we can stand alone
together
outside of that blue moon
searing us two moon lovers
two ghost babes
phantoms to our pleasure ~
____________________________________
turn your head lover
so we can stand alone
together
outside of that blue moon
searing us two moon lovers
two ghost babes
phantoms to our pleasure ~
winter
Winter's been your lover
death your nightyour breast opens my body
my mouth circling your taste
its taste pulls me round the room
turning my body on
brings me back life breath
pant across your stomach
as you hold my shoulders
i find another space between your tummy
and lips
secret harbour of lover
O these words wont do as I miss you . Miss me? we never yet. but we do and do. always each lapsed day of
your legs back and forth
my hands around your knees
_____________
lots good excepting im doobting secret harbour of love[r]
what the hunky hell does that mean?]
_____________
Ok: "hidden harbour of lover?
harbour hiden secret stink of lover?
stinky hidden harbour of lover
Yeah,a nd whats with the british spelling, yer not british?
Hmm hidden stinky harbour of lover dover stinky harbour of her harbor of secert
no hide out lover lives in the harbour
-________________________
O
was that
was that blow blow your winter wind?
you say blow?
as in Blow?
a flute
a blow job?
flute lob?
flute blob>??????
is this sensible as addenda?
nor kempt collects of reasonable suppositions?
suppositories?
_________________________________
If Jill knew her way out of that, she'd be almost belief. As it
was not I which said farewell but seeding grains
to farrier wheat
____________________________________
so you , do mean, blow job
you say blow?
as in Blow?
a flute
a blow job?
flute lob?
flute blob>??????
is this sensible as addenda?
nor kempt collects of reasonable suppositions?
suppositories?
_________________________________
If Jill knew her way out of that, she'd be almost belief. As it
was not I which said farewell but seeding grains
to farrier wheat
____________________________________
so you , do mean, blow job
~re: there was
RecallToPoetry: there was
____________________________________________
and that?
____________________________________________
Tell me the secrets of your body
I know them anyhow,
but hearing your whisper hurried between your glance back to me
as I lean add to your scandal
our stuff
Yer hair runs down yer shoulders
Is that how I say it?
Come on I miss every narrow gap of your body
I know them anyhow,
but hearing your whisper hurried between your glance back to me
as I lean add to your scandal
our stuff
Yer hair runs down yer shoulders
Is that how I say it?
Come on I miss every narrow gap of your body
verses ....her~E & ther~e - fictions of I
Old saint's SPinoza 's name gave a bad dream to a lady ~
Now we dont' want that
we dont want that
we do dont dont dont
We want everyone to have good dreams
chock a bloc with colours
& good food
en' to steal a quote from
Keats more happy love more more happy love!
for everyone
_________________
Pure gish-gush sentimentalisms, no less.
O Purely indeed fictive . Subjectivity I's Le MoiJe .
Welcome to your studio ~ lover boy ~
Now we dont' want that
we dont want that
we do dont dont dont
We want everyone to have good dreams
chock a bloc with colours
& good food
en' to steal a quote from
Keats more happy love more more happy love!
for everyone
_________________
Pure gish-gush sentimentalisms, no less.
O Purely indeed fictive . Subjectivity I's Le MoiJe .
Welcome to your studio ~ lover boy ~
2008/02/18
there was
there was and there was not was an was not wa ...not
____________________________>
getting the effects in a bl'g's always funny. when does other start and
stripped malls
ok
its a music
not a word
a song's not same
as word written speaked speakened if it come outta her hips
roughing the sidewalk
was that it?
coming along like dreaming dreaming two tone colour
~~~
pure recall to poetry is fictives
pure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to all to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry isespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to all to fictivespure recall to poetry is fictivespure recall to etry is fictives
________________
________________
So Doctori Angelii D: tell quoi turn is it? Is it fictives as recall to fictions of guattari et deleuzeio?
yes yes what thinkest thou I speak in the I's own nameing? what nameing can become its body over virtual whoring. we know bloggism is viralfigureof rhetoric as which to want is ease to witch and whence thencing
and Baddy Poesy? well?
Of course you jackanape ass. all bad poetry is bad.
____________________________________
He loves me he love me. knot.
yes yes what thinkest thou I speak in the I's own nameing? what nameing can become its body over virtual whoring. we know bloggism is viralfigureof rhetoric as which to want is ease to witch and whence thencing
and Baddy Poesy? well?
Of course you jackanape ass. all bad poetry is bad.
____________________________________
He loves me he love me. knot.
2008/02/17
come com....e
come come let us publish our bad poems.
but joyously with a rat's needle tail laughing
at the previous idiot's and their isms of art
their little over the top manifestos
a hundred and more years late
with their fingers up their arses
the smell o f the ir ow n caca
stuckup their noses,
and their too too soon marriages
and their year or two in foreign schools,
and their failed sexual conquests, and the
weak neurosis of manipulation and
those creature of resentment _ political activists
or those whose blogs are an endless stream of comment comment commment
Yes lets do our bad poetry
our poetaster's best
those middle class wankers
of art and job and their finger licking good
ass wipe and chopped liver brains
& their lily livered gutted
and they forget their becomings
or never knew becomings became
and the night was a pure white linen
and their assholes shone through
but joyously with a rat's needle tail laughing
at the previous idiot's and their isms of art
their little over the top manifestos
a hundred and more years late
with their fingers up their arses
the smell o f the ir ow n caca
stuckup their noses,
and their too too soon marriages
and their year or two in foreign schools,
and their failed sexual conquests, and the
weak neurosis of manipulation and
those creature of resentment _ political activists
or those whose blogs are an endless stream of comment comment commment
Yes lets do our bad poetry
our poetaster's best
those middle class wankers
of art and job and their finger licking good
ass wipe and chopped liver brains
& their lily livered gutted
and they forget their becomings
or never knew becomings became
and the night was a pure white linen
and their assholes shone through
136. Blow, blow, thou Winter Wi
from As You Like It ~
_____________
when I was a kid as I stumbled over
these verses it was the melody
& rhythm which caught my ear
and the sense of its sorrow, &
sadness
and its bitter
truth
~ later reading the play, not
lately it changed the context
but not the sense of its
truth ~ the sense of hurt
before ingratitude which is
akin to King Lear's ~
the words are ringing yet
how often I've heard them
repeated in this head,
as for heart,
well heart, yes,
"the heart above all things is deceptive"
~ one knows and never knows the heart ~ .
_______________
_____________
Naturally that was written by W.S ~
________________
In the 1844 Manuscripts (K.Marx)there is an essay
where he uses the phrase "heartless in a heartless world"
__________________
_____________
when I was a kid as I stumbled over
these verses it was the melody
& rhythm which caught my ear
and the sense of its sorrow, &
sadness
and its bitter
truth
~ later reading the play, not
lately it changed the context
but not the sense of its
truth ~ the sense of hurt
before ingratitude which is
akin to King Lear's ~
the words are ringing yet
how often I've heard them
repeated in this head,
as for heart,
well heart, yes,
"the heart above all things is deceptive"
~ one knows and never knows the heart ~ .
_______________
BLOW, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen, 5
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly. 10
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp 15
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen, 5
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly. 10
Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
That dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp 15
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh ho! sing, heigh ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
This life is most jolly.
_____________
Naturally that was written by W.S ~
________________
In the 1844 Manuscripts (K.Marx)there is an essay
where he uses the phrase "heartless in a heartless world"
__________________
2008/02/16
who recognize who?
everyone is supporting recognizing somebody and other. yes, yes, yes. no no no.
fidel le fideL l step down ~
Wisconsin primary is prime
[and the charming disarming 'honesty'
of canadian liberal turnabouts...]
pieces of new new new
old old
country noncountry
powernonpower
presidiing president
election confection
yea yea
&
music
in
winter
winter
winter
wont you go
go go winter
go go with your snow
and slow
cold
hot cold
no snow
tired of snow
tired
of winter coat
winter go
winter go coat
&
go
Let us go to
Blue Bayou
Wisconsin primary is prime
[and the charming disarming 'honesty'
of canadian liberal turnabouts...]
pieces of new new new
old old
country noncountry
powernonpower
presidiing president
election confection
yea yea
&
music
in
winter
winter
winter
wont you go
go go winter
go go with your snow
and slow
cold
hot cold
no snow
tired of snow
tired
of winter coat
winter go
winter go coat
&
go
Let us go to
Blue Bayou
I like to dance yea I like to dance
and dancin' to this song it's not that easy !
but its a good old song that I remember from the 70's ...
sitting around Mama's Pizzeria with a couple of friends
throwing a quarter in the jukebox and listening to Linda Ronstadt
sing and heart breaking her rendering tunes ~
nextings passings
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ as nation unto nation makes war. die for nothing , thousand s ~
~~in this unkind world of "kindness" and co-sharing ~ here are molars chewing on minors
Take It From Achilles
war is shite~
Ism world
ism after ism sickening whole planet.
Ism planet and its deaths.spreading sickness &
disease everywhere in this worl ~ d .~
Saga of Injustice and Hypocrisy
independence in the brave new world ordure
Kosvovars and Serb clash sword? will mouth ofold and new meet and war again?
prb is . none's independent all're interdepending . prb. of becomings and nations .
make war there leave homeless here some gov others 're gove~d
thousands say
__________________
Chomp Chomp mountains eat
their teeth gobbling up men of war and peace
~~in this unkind world of "kindness" and co-sharing ~ here are molars chewing on minors
Take It From Achilles
war is shite~
Ism world
ism after ism sickening whole planet.
Ism planet and its deaths.spreading sickness &
disease everywhere in this worl ~ d .~
Saga of Injustice and Hypocrisy
independence in the brave new world ordure
Kosvovars and Serb clash sword? will mouth ofold and new meet and war again?
prb is . none's independent all're interdepending . prb. of becomings and nations .
make war there leave homeless here some gov others 're gove~d
thousands say
__________________
Chomp Chomp mountains eat
their teeth gobbling up men of war and peace
a mon[ a]vis
if these probs. are not sorted out among artists, then the social principles on which art & literature are founded, will founder. indeed they are, and the becoming loss is what need rescue. as the literary social machines are intimate connect~ed. Intimate its connect to s
peed bridgeof thought
Which comes first, the social or the literary but also the
content and the form, or the poem ?
----------
"Why these words, paranoia and schizophrenia, which are like
talking birds and girls' first names? Why do social investments follow
this dividing line that gives them a specifically delirious conten.t (recreating
history in delirium)? And what is this line, how can ~e s.ltuate
schizophrenia and paranoia on either side of it? Our a~sumptlOn IS th~t
everything happens on the body without organs; but thiS body has, a~lt
were, two faces. Elias Canetti has clearly shown how the paranoiac
organizes masses and "packs." The paranoiac opposes them t~ one
another, maneuvers them.* The paranoiac engineers m~sses, he IS th~
artist of the large molar aggregates, the statistical formations or greg~nousnesses,
the phenomena of organized crowds. He i~vests everything
that falls within the province of large numbers. The night of the battle .....
this from A/O 279/eng trans.
Yes the battle of glory fame? Mister power point paranoia poetry?
____________________
In poesy prob. of paranoia and schizo language of deterritorialiZations. where is the body of organs of poetry?
the paranoia of poetry and its continual channt the whine heard among writers about nt reeaching mass? who want mass?
mass for the dead?||||
__________________________> About escape:
problem always of group:models of conviviality needed
_________________________
What is this escape? The
word is poorly chosen to please. Courage consists, however, in agreeing
to flee rather than live tranquilly and hypocritically in false refuges.
Values, morals, homelands, religions, and these private certitudes that
our vanity and our complacency bestow generously on us, have as many
deceptive sojourns as the world arranges for those who think they are
standing straight and at ease, among stable things. They know nothing of
this immense flight that transports them, ignorant of themselves, in the
monotonous buzzing of their ever quickening steps that lead them
impersonally in a great immobile movement. An escape in advance of
the escape. [Consider the example of one of these men] who, having had
the revelation of the mysterious drift, is no longer able to stand living in
the false pretences of residence. First he tries to take this movement as
his own. He would like to personally withdraw. He lives on the
fringe .... [But] perhaps that is what the fall is, that it can no longer be a
personal destiny, but the common lot."
That is where politics, poesy and the civic begin. thus the doom of the subjecvitiists lyristic type of versers and the difference between these and Pound Tzara Joyce and others of the larger formation collective un conscious destiny of poetry the city
AO/341-2
peed bridgeof thought
Which comes first, the social or the literary but also the
content and the form, or the poem ?
----------
"Why these words, paranoia and schizophrenia, which are like
talking birds and girls' first names? Why do social investments follow
this dividing line that gives them a specifically delirious conten.t (recreating
history in delirium)? And what is this line, how can ~e s.ltuate
schizophrenia and paranoia on either side of it? Our a~sumptlOn IS th~t
everything happens on the body without organs; but thiS body has, a~lt
were, two faces. Elias Canetti has clearly shown how the paranoiac
organizes masses and "packs." The paranoiac opposes them t~ one
another, maneuvers them.* The paranoiac engineers m~sses, he IS th~
artist of the large molar aggregates, the statistical formations or greg~nousnesses,
the phenomena of organized crowds. He i~vests everything
that falls within the province of large numbers. The night of the battle .....
this from A/O 279/eng trans.
Yes the battle of glory fame? Mister power point paranoia poetry?
____________________
In poesy prob. of paranoia and schizo language of deterritorialiZations. where is the body of organs of poetry?
the paranoia of poetry and its continual channt the whine heard among writers about nt reeaching mass? who want mass?
mass for the dead?||||
__________________________> About escape:
problem always of group:models of conviviality needed
_________________________
What is this escape? The
word is poorly chosen to please. Courage consists, however, in agreeing
to flee rather than live tranquilly and hypocritically in false refuges.
Values, morals, homelands, religions, and these private certitudes that
our vanity and our complacency bestow generously on us, have as many
deceptive sojourns as the world arranges for those who think they are
standing straight and at ease, among stable things. They know nothing of
this immense flight that transports them, ignorant of themselves, in the
monotonous buzzing of their ever quickening steps that lead them
impersonally in a great immobile movement. An escape in advance of
the escape. [Consider the example of one of these men] who, having had
the revelation of the mysterious drift, is no longer able to stand living in
the false pretences of residence. First he tries to take this movement as
his own. He would like to personally withdraw. He lives on the
fringe .... [But] perhaps that is what the fall is, that it can no longer be a
personal destiny, but the common lot."
That is where politics, poesy and the civic begin. thus the doom of the subjecvitiists lyristic type of versers and the difference between these and Pound Tzara Joyce and others of the larger formation collective un conscious destiny of poetry the city
AO/341-2
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