2012/03/31
yet
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William Blake did not understand the body-without-organs as
he marched across the
roof of the sky ~
yet as he tramped the folds
uncertain as his beholding who
knew time would reveal his son
nor the straining nights the knight
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William Blake did not understand the body-without-organs as
he marched across the
roof of the sky ~
yet as he tramped the folds
uncertain as his beholding who
knew time would reveal his son
nor the straining nights the knight
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And you I wonder
_
at you I wonder as doing I am held back by acting whereas I was rash
like bacon buttering the fields with my 'fuck juice' what a barbarian
phrase
O there's no loving sonnet in this plucked field
of debt debenture and delay
lady if I said your name
If I do oh lady
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2012/03/29
~it's
as a poem awakens night day tree spring reloaded after the false one and the world
too too much book!
even i dont read it i did however already read it before back then
_ as a text scrolling as a eyeball reeling as a long thing working as the heap night gabs as wind pushes out back rims climbing overtuning its pitch point like a young woman's make-up or high heels the difficulity of hips and ass her wagging feet the felt out the worthy becomings of
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2012/03/25
so then: sow buttons
CP: So then when you're not working on your own things you're working on others?
C.D ~ How else to say that working on others is to work on oneself working other to oneself
as its one literature machine of its becoming other and finding self in other.
That's not avid nor clear. What I meant to say was I am other to the oworking I find to see in the other's breadth of it self to know what it is to know self as the cloud image becomes rain.
CP ~ So clear! O you are so clear! you are a semicolon!
CD~ well Borges saysif I recite aline of Joyce then I am Joyce if I recite a line of my own I am who then? I am Joyce reciting a line of Duffy who as it is becomes me Duffy ~.
So buttons So that So buttons Sow buttons and walk on the water. walk on the turf walk on the water ~.
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Second Interview
: So you is always working? yes i iz, even as i don't ever get paid to some far off places to wonder shade of its knock nor nightingale of fire ~.
__________-to say that yes I am always working even when Im not writing.
___________ it is like love , it never stops ~.
C.D ~ How else to say that working on others is to work on oneself working other to oneself
as its one literature machine of its becoming other and finding self in other.
That's not avid nor clear. What I meant to say was I am other to the oworking I find to see in the other's breadth of it self to know what it is to know self as the cloud image becomes rain.
CP ~ So clear! O you are so clear! you are a semicolon!
CD~ well Borges saysif I recite aline of Joyce then I am Joyce if I recite a line of my own I am who then? I am Joyce reciting a line of Duffy who as it is becomes me Duffy ~.
So buttons So that So buttons Sow buttons and walk on the water. walk on the turf walk on the water ~.
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Second Interview
: So you is always working? yes i iz, even as i don't ever get paid to some far off places to wonder shade of its knock nor nightingale of fire ~.
__________-to say that yes I am always working even when Im not writing.
___________ it is like love , it never stops ~.
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re:life wand
rerere:______________________________________________
He lifts the lifewand and the dumbspeak.
Now Mister Duffy ~says the lifewand mentioned there in finnegans wake has got to be Stephen Dedalus
in Nigthtown brandishing his ashpant and the brickery and fallery of time space moment as he dashes it all to piece. And hades away with its brickwork
_
He lifts the lifewand and the dumbspeak.
Now Mister Duffy ~says the lifewand mentioned there in finnegans wake has got to be Stephen Dedalus
in Nigthtown brandishing his ashpant and the brickery and fallery of time space moment as he dashes it all to piece. And hades away with its brickwork
the lifewand!
because if Ulysses is not the Wake of sleep then the Wake must be the fun of Sleep. Non? N'est-c'est pas?
__________________and yer own Mona Jill Fanny reframing refrain are surely to become a fantastical remove of these states of enunciativce condition. I.E. the fried fantasy of cartoon and desires______.
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r
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86 (sections of the poem)
87 (r)
section is going slow ~
tthe imagination's amachine that won't be dictated to ~ the
unconsciousdoes its own talking ya dig? dodad ode that machine ~it's unconscious cause it swivel its own
way and cant be bartered begged or gainsaid ~
86 (sections of the poem)
87 (r)
section is going slow ~
tthe imagination's amachine that won't be dictated to ~ the
unconsciousdoes its own talking ya dig? dodad ode that machine ~it's unconscious cause it swivel its own
way and cant be bartered begged or gainsaid ~
as a lover's hips
contradict her fierce face
in midstreet tromping
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2012/03/23
~ shoon
toothpaste is not hand cream not sperm
not a spot on a dress a gown a lover
a body in space smoothing the breaths
(how their hallowed )
nothing is perfect
__
and the cowards trying to tell us
how to write
O sink (that's a word missing )
a shampoo for the dew ~
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Re: Tapaa!
__________
and who is James Joyce ?
to this town of the thousand of lps
bullion of language
idiom of patois and hip the riding angel of luster
civitas and beauty
he is a god in the midst of this town of blend and building
coat of desire
its cost of love
sharing and
the becoming communist ~
Re: Tapaa!
and who would dare be a poet
_
and who is James Joyce ?
to this town of the thousand of lps
bullion of language
idiom of patois and hip the riding angel of luster
civitas and beauty
he is a god in the midst of this town of blend and building
coat of desire
its cost of love
sharing and
the becoming communist ~
Re: Tapaa!
and who would dare be a poet
must throw away his garlands
_
~city
__________
downtown Friday the city is a stellar goddess
(demonstrations to beauty the havoc of past tense
)
( political polite riot aesthetical a rune of tune to edge of musical becoming
metamorphosing its becoming)
(thousands demonstrated yesterday what was it? 50,000 students
and the diversities of its beauties effable
)
(see the photos)
(across the infinite world news)
and sex sex sex
everywhere perfect fluid becoming
of change
and the desire-machine clicking churning shunting
crowd
, a nd hospital and riot police and men women women the hundreds thousands
the city held its instant breath
beholding its greatness
its future its courage even perhaps in their desire to become what they wanted to become
__________
downtown Friday the city is a stellar goddess
filled with everything
the city its spring stretching reaching its madness
bodies(demonstrations to beauty the havoc of past tense
)
( political polite riot aesthetical a rune of tune to edge of musical becoming
metamorphosing its becoming)
(thousands demonstrated yesterday what was it? 50,000 students
and the diversities of its beauties effable
)
(see the photos)
(across the infinite world news)
the whole nine yards
a nd a million years
and sex sex sex
everywhere perfect fluid becoming
of change
and the desire-machine clicking churning shunting
crowd
, a nd hospital and riot police and men women women the hundreds thousands
the city held its instant breath
beholding its greatness
its future its courage even perhaps in their desire to become what they wanted to become
a future without blindness
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2012/03/22
Tapaa!
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And the stellas were shinings. And the earthnight strewed aromatose. His pibrook creppt mong the donkness. A reek was waft on the luftstream.He was ours, all fragrance. And we were his for a lifetime. O dulcid dreamings languidous!Toboccoo!
It was sharming! But sharmeng!
And the lamp went out as it couldn't glow on burning, yep, the lmp wnt out for it couldn't stay alight.
Finnegans Wake Bk 3 ~ P 427
Phonemanon
We may ... hear nothing if we choose... though every crow has its several tones and every trade has its clever mechanics and each harmonical has a point of its own.... But they are all there ... as he lays dormont from the macroberg of Holdhard to the microbirg of Pied de Poudre. Behove this sound of Irish sense. Really? Here English might be seen. Royally?
Finnegans Wake 12:25_13:2
Hear? ... T'is optpphone which ontophanes. List!Wheatstone's magic lyre.
13_14 _________________________________________16_______7
It is their segnall for old Champelysied to see the shades of his retirement and for
young Chappiellassies to tear a round and tease
their partners
lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake .
And it's high tigh tigh. Titley hi ti ti.
Finnegans Wake 607
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and
slipping sly by Sallynoggin, as happy as the day is wet, babbling, bubbling, chattering to herself, deloothering the fields on their elbows leaning with the sloothering slide of her, giddgaddy, grannyma, gossipaceous Anna Liva.
He lifts the lifewand and the dumbspeak.
__Quoiquoiquoiquoiquoiquoiquoiq!
FW ________________194.12-195.6
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in the library
_
Shakespeare ~INfinite ~ bboooks.. dizzy walking 'down' the aisles, but one doesnt walk 'down' the vertical passage of desire but sideways along an infinite loop of eternity?
as a man creaking / pushing / like a baby / from the womb
this being /
of the overheat
in the planet warm /fire /ice
of desire's love
laughter
of faces unreachable
impeachable
find my joy
in spite of all
_
it seems draft of a draft
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thoughts waking waking thoughts in reverse
It seems to me that
I've been hungry all o f my life
that I'm still hungry and
that
I'll doie hungry
I'll d
that brutality, violence, and the pleasures of the few
are just those ,, the pleasures of the few
that being hungry all of my life separated me
from others
and continues to
those who are not hungry
stay distant
_____________ a little work done on the long poem last night /
_____________ a little work done on the long poem last night /
but a sleepless restless
___ it's my stomach and the poem ~
the irish've always been
hungry
and so the irish-canadians
__________
the irish've always been
hungry
and so the irish-canadians
__________
2012/03/21
and fortitude
Tired /heat/ like wild summer ~ ahead of its time/ but dropping like a parachuting
woman this weekend
and summer bodies stares, look, smile, winks, hints , _O body of summer.
In march, strange day of its heat as the wax. Of the sun. bearing its weight. but why call the sun
it
call the Sun she ~ a heated lover bearing her kisses. is that a cliche? or lichen.
Another question: does the moon move the sun, does Milton ring home in the / what
backyard blues, absent empty bed, arms numb with its achieving.
and fortitude was a place where you lived. between where and who.
an awkward dame answering her summon. and the thing answering
a reply to distant sea and see its sumptuous bed of roses.
as arm around arm and loving eyes beginning to come to see in the sun ~.
but because you are tired /alone/ live between speech and doubt/custody of the eye
(as) (parenthesis) the lover speaking /he looked away at the symbol
after seeing her ass and her e y e s
months before that said O that's where god lives
.
No one really knowing what that was. god being a beginning a becoming of wave.
and undulating water. furled on its seacape coat. you in the space of its virtual love
and diamond.
a s any whisper does speak.
_
2012/03/20
joan of arc
_________________
__________________________ Carl Dreyer's version of the story Passion of Joan of Arc
Renee Maria Falconetti, Eugene Silvain, Andre Berley, Maurice Schutz, Louis Ravet Antonin Artaud
________________________
__________________ Ubu______________
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U bu
w e b
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'Most importantly, UbuWeb functions on no money: all work is done by volunteers.
Kenneth Goldsmith, one of the organizers and founders of Ubu:
describing and writing about this fa n t as tic and worthy project___________
It's amazing to me that UbuWeb, after fifteen years, is still going. Run with no money, Ubu has succeeded by breaking all the rules, by going about things the wrong way. UbuWeb can be construed as the Robin Hood of the avant-garde, but instead of taking from one and giving to the other, we feel that in the end, we're giving to all. UbuWeb is as much about the legal and social ramifications of its self-created distribution and archiving system as it is about the content hosted on the site. In a sense, the content takes care of itself; but keeping it up there has proved to be a trickier proposition. The socio-political maintenance of keeping free server space with unlimited bandwidth is a complicated dance, often interfered with by darts thrown at us by individuals calling foul-play on copyright infringement. Undeterred, we keep on: after fifteen years, we're still going strong. We're lab rats under a microscope: in exchange for the big-ticket bandwidth, we've consented to be objects of university research in the ideology and practice of radical distribution.
______________ it's well worth seeing while it lasts for as
he writes
And yet . . . it could vanish any day. Beggars can’t be choosers and we gladly take whatever is offered to us. We don’t run on the most stable of servers or on the swiftest of machines; crashes eat into the archive on a periodic basis; sometimes the site as a whole goes down for days; occasionally the army of volunteers dwindles to a team of one. But that’s the beauty of it: UbuWeb is vociferously anti-institutional, eminently fluid, refusing to bow to demands other than what we happen to be moved by at a specific moment, allowing us flexibility and the ability to continually surprise our audience . . . and even ourselves.
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Ore
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more work done
yesterday and earlier on the big prose poem. over 120 pages. but to be read
outloud
inloud
the text of breath as the text written and spoken a fine dividing between the two
and spring's arrived
no more snow
and thoughts
___________
light a cigarette put it out,
sleep, no sleep, walk , t alk
visit , go out
return ,, eat , ,
a s s u n
warming city bones
warm heart
_______
more work done
yesterday and earlier on the big prose poem. over 120 pages. but to be read
outloud
inloud
the text of breath as the text written and spoken a fine dividing between the two
and spring's arrived
no more snow
and thoughts
___________
light a cigarette put it out,
sleep, no sleep, walk , t alk
visit , go out
return ,, eat , ,
a s s u n
warming city bones
warm heart
_______
2012/03/17
Funes...
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The truth is that we live out our lives putting off all that can be put off; perhaps
we know deep down that we are immortal and that sooner or later all men will
do and know all things.
from Funes the Memorius p 64
Labyrinths Selected Stories & Other Writings of
Jorge Luis Borges
Edited by Donald A. Yates & James Kirby
New Directions Paperback
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palimpest (anlais) palpsete (frenchpalimpsestnglais) limpsete (french)
palimpsest (anglais) palimpsete
______________
1 and (2) part
‘I still have no control over this other world
of systematic academic work, secret
programming over dozens of years.
I lack too much. Too much lag has accumulated .'
These are notes Guattari to himself after Antioedipus was published. thequote is from the Anti Oedipus papers.
Ah~ this is fun sayi ng Mona jumpingjack ass.A nd the fine fiery of her name. (her) Nome de plum(e)! Nomme de plum? Plum de grace the easy greeks in the firing squad.A quad for yer banks and care. Mona's ruinous fox. Treader to the .. something something . Beak.
‘There is an end to schizo-analysis: it’s deterritorialization
and the schizoidation of desire. All artifi cial means and suggestions are
good for arriving at this, a kick in the ass included!’10
I'll blog this into Antioedipus blog and the Guattari Complex.
7 Guattari, F. (2006), The Anti-Oedipus Papers, edited by S. Nadaud. New York:
Semiotext(e), p. 399.
8 Ibid., p. 400.9 Ibid., p. 404.
10 Ibid., p. 32
_______________________________ Hungry , it is morning; back to sleep;
youreyesbeauty
poet ~ your eyes your beauty
poet ~ your eyes your beauty
your eyes your beauty
to be loved by dark night
as
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not with
_______
...'because ...' ... ' i am a prisoner?'
i dont see anything there but a fake smile with cheeks and a wide smile like faye dunaway what is she doing sitting there with Mister Tatoo and don't tell me Mister Tatoo is not wearing a sign of violence. She sits on her hands. Slightly cold. I don't believe she's with. Not with.
The vanity of ecstasy is not . The vanity of stats .
the ghost of grahame mckeen just walked .
dadadisco29; (that's my poem) (proem)
(proms think of 'high' school )
its your semicolon
theres a weirdo i assumea second rate secondecup dealer with his doberman! gofucken figure
and like
the students like drove groove i was wrong you were wrong this knight goes gift oriental not a slumber but a sleeping giant fiared to ground and workered to ground and it drifts you say? somewhere how
and works the point 'what's up guys's?' says guy to girls pretending its the conceit pretence
its nota pretence its acommon conceit 'that bears examining?' notso wel so not. puffs a cigarette from ontario and parts elsewhere
fucken jesus everyone else is connected but what the is this about ?
not for you high fi disconnected wifi fuck
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...'because ...' ... ' i am a prisoner?'
_____________
i dont see anything there but a fake smile with cheeks and a wide smile like faye dunaway what is she doing sitting there with Mister Tatoo and don't tell me Mister Tatoo is not wearing a sign of violence. She sits on her hands. Slightly cold. I don't believe she's with. Not with.
The vanity of ecstasy is not . The vanity of stats .
the ghost of grahame mckeen just walked .
In by to deterritorialize his guest. Not a symbiosis.
but the true territorial ghost of his self. A guest.
what is a guest. a knock knock knock. On the battlement
hearkened at night nigh to night!
dadadisco29; (that's my poem) (proem)
(proms think of 'high' school )
its your semicolon
theres a weirdo i assumea second rate secondecup dealer with his doberman! gofucken figure
and like
the students like drove groove i was wrong you were wrong this knight goes gift oriental not a slumber but a sleeping giant fiared to ground and workered to ground and it drifts you say? somewhere how
and works the point 'what's up guys's?' says guy to girls pretending its the conceit pretence
its nota pretence its acommon conceit 'that bears examining?' notso wel so not. puffs a cigarette from ontario and parts elsewhere
fucken jesus everyone else is connected but what the is this about ?
not for you high fi disconnected wifi fuck
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2012/03/12
it does_re touches
______________________So the question really was __ What is (what can) a blog-body (does) what is it capable of ?
should I do before a reader does the virtual space of my body live
in the 'livre' of the body of memory?
imagine our bodies making love the actual kiss and thrust ~ taste of lips.
the text of human beings becomings
how does the text work over
yes
it works
so How does a body appear? this question is not dissimilar to Deleuze's: what can a body do?
how does a line break with the spoken thought of its virtual becoming?
should I do before a reader does the virtual space of my body live
in the 'livre' of the body of memory?
imagine our bodies making love the actual kiss and thrust ~ taste of lips.
the text of human beings becomings
how does the text work over
codes etc
________________________
yes
it works
so How does a body appear? this question is not dissimilar to Deleuze's: what can a body do?
direction of verse bodies virtual rings around the planet
or the pause of space of a window
un peu de fiction
originally published originally.
un peu de fiction pour forer le réel
mer, 07/29/2009 - 08:44 —
– Aujourd’hui, enfin, Nous triomphons.
– Nous ? Qui est encore ce Nous ?
– Nous ! C’est-à-dire les meilleurs morceaux de chacun d’entre nous.
– Des morceaux, maintenant ? Et contre qui ces morceaux triomphent ?
– Contre les autres Nous.
– Encore des Nous ?
– Oui, les autres bouts de Nous, ceux qui sont contre Nous.
– Je ne comprends rien.– Mais si ! Il faut apprendre à se couper en petits morceaux. De la m
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ême manière qu’ils Nous débitent par petits bouts.
– Je ne comprends rien.– Arrête avec tes Je. Je n’existe plus.
– À vrai dire… il était temps.
______________________________ c'est comme ca on travaille un peu
______________________ extrait de
DEDANS ~ DEHORS 1, une dichotomie tactique,
2012/03/11
Isou
____________________ art and
and no schools nor dogma
"
the expository abstractions machines startdesire-machines desireday and nightA place of writing of writing that cuts and gets out. Re-winds the false desire machines,undoes the old repressions. "
and no schools nor dogma
I quote myself
"
the expository abstractions machines startdesire-machines desireday and nightA place of writing of writing that cuts and gets out. Re-winds the false desire machines,undoes the old repressions. "
"May the wild ones get hold of culture and doing so, transform it. Everybody should have the right to write, recognize to himself the right to write." Roger Gentis
http://www.lelettrisme.com/pages/01_accueil.php
______________ because art like poetry is a way of life
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http://www.lelettrisme.com/pages/01_accueil.php
______________ because art like poetry is a way of life
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Archiving
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B l o g
a t the c l e a n e r s
Archives and posts under revision ~.
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B l o g
a t the c l e a n e r s
Archives and posts under revision ~.
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Clifford: I think this works better in chrome browser ~.
Yes, Okay!
browsers are a little bit schizo! no? yes,
yet not your chin
who writes the verse says I?
Okay Mister Duffy
this text
is something you can work off and around
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words
flying
to your face
landing
soft
fingers gnarled
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words
flying
to your face
landing
soft
fingers gnarled
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OveR~r the wave She went her air
Over the wave.... She went..... her air.... went hair. wet hair. clutter'd clouded
. it was .cumulustheE spare was her gla n e
. it was .cumulustheE spare was her gla n e
lOver the wave.... She went..... her air.... went hair. wet hair. clutter'd clouded. it was . theE cumulus touch. as sparing as was her glover.over.
SwelliNg | Для Вас |
She meant. he meant love or well as water swirls atth'a bottom of lover's throat
curling back
cleaning the darknight, handsome as a rose
as when water swirls atth
the bottom of lover's throat cleaning the darknight, handsome as a
looking away at the screen
her face
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