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2013/03/31

~ a d ~ d` er



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  live here where g uy was
                                               with  gyroscope 

           tendered           the 'stra nge ' fog' brouillard'


                            
                                               Il n'est plus, ô ma Dame,
                                                                                               

                                                                                                                brume





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_p _o _ntoise

 

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 pont



 pon' toi   ~
po Onnnnn nn
 pon
                  pon


                                 pon
                    la géométrie              est                                comme ça~

                                                               
                                                                     ( Lie groups and Riemannian )




  et 
                                   entre                                      les dames                            


                 (de)      Pontoise 







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2 ~





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 2 degrees  nNantesnnnnaaannnttzz



  it's here sprig spring called 



if you  were yo'd   love      thin g


                  i n  the  'mean' t time  her body  enattedan t 


     son corps     crop  

                             we 've always been   closer   L~/


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2013/03/30

haMAdryad







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You are self-contagious, do not forget. Do not let your ‘you’ gain the upper hand.
Henri Michaux


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Joyce’s ‘Finnegans Wake’


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This is the glider that gladdened the girl that list to the wind that lifted the leaves that folded the fruit that hung on the tree that grew in the garden Gough gave.
From James Joyce’s ‘Finnegans Wake’ (p. 271)


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Pug!

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He nry Miller

2013/03/29

b ut


----------------------------------------happy birthday wanda june!

2013/03/27

M for

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       Lady M    and me  made love (she's  slightly hunchbacked) at the pharmacy on the corner
                   with crowns and sunsets
                            (i'm half blind an only see
                             outta one eye!)


  her hands straddling my ass!

   how we laughed at the   sunset and stupid politicans!



and you ask how?  hands  grip??




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2013/03/18

 


tg ~


       i need my 'crush' on you




 it's like being in love
    i guess  , sort o f , 
                   li ke   ~   ,



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~ Lady

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Lady  D,   was, (who)     very gallant  ,   (becoming more well-spoken by the day)
                                          lived on a  plant with her lovers and three

Whenas
Mister D, 
   He, lived on the penisula with his lovers and plenty,

   two lovers clung on the teeth unable to meet due to their breathing

!!

Tug! Tug!



Now let's hope they greet before they're beat and whats his g.d reveals less! in time
he
   let's hope they greet on the seat that's most meet for love  and its feat!

   O pleat complete!


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 Repeat  repeat
Tug! Tug!



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now             many bodies in one day  and the hundreds of affairs in a  n             hour


                                         seconds creep by th  e loving present of its instant bye


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2013/03/17

'Méfiez-vous du rêve de l'autre ... Minnelli, danger






 Citation


'Minnelli, il a, il me semble, une idée extraordinaire sur le rêve. Elle est très simple, on peut dire et elle est engagée dans tout un processus cinématographique qui est l’œuvre de Minnelli, et la grande idée de Minnelli sur le rêve, il me semble, c’est que le rêve concerne avant tout, ceux qui ne rêvent pas ; le rêve de ceux qui rêvent concerne ceux qui ne rêvent pas, et pourquoi cela ça les concerne ?





Parce que dès qu’il y a rêve de l’autre, il y a danger. A savoir que le rêve des gens est toujours un rêve dévorant qui risque de nous engloutir. Et que les autres rêvent, c’est très dangereux, et que le rêve est une terrible volonté de puissance, et que chacun de nous est plus ou moins victime du rêve des autres, même quand c’est la plus gracieuse jeune fille, même quand c’est la plus gracieuse jeune fille, c’est une terrible dévorante, pas par son âme, mais par ses rêves. Méfiez-vous du rêve de l’autre, parce que si vous êtes pris dans le rêve de l’autre, vous êtes foutu.




Deleuze: Conférences: 17/05/1987

2013/03/16

'votre ...






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                       votre   'colère'             (choler) est mon humour                             '
















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' I have met ...

I have met with you, bird, too late, or if not, too worm and early: and with tag for ildiot repeated in his secondmouth language as many of the bigtimer’s verbaten words which he could balbly call to memory that same kveldeve, ere the hour of the twattering of bards in the twitterlitter between Druidia and the Deepsleep Sea, when suppertide and souvenir to Charlatan Mall jointly kem gently and along the quiet darkenings of Grand and Royal, ff, flitmansfluh, and, kk, ‘t crept i’ hedge whenas to many a softongue’s pawkytalk mude unswer u sufter poghyogh, Arvanda always aquiassent, while, studying castelles in the blowne and studding cowshots over the noran, he spat in careful convertedness a musaic dispensation about his hearthstone, if you please, (Irish saliva, mawshe dho hole, but would a respectable prominently connected fellow of Iro–European ascendances with welldressed ideas who knew the correct thing such as Mr Shallwesigh or Mr Shallwelaugh expectorate after such a callous fashion, no thank yous! when he had his belcher spuckertuck in his pucket, pthuck?) musefed with his thockits after having supped of the dish sot and pottage which he snobbishly dabbed Peach Bombay (it is rawly only Lukanpukan pilzenpie which she knows which senaffed and pibered him), a supreme of excelling peas, balled under minnshogue’s milk into whitemalt winesour, a proviant the littlebilker hoarsely relished, chaff it, in the snevel season, being as fain o’t as your rat wi’fennel; and on this celebrating occasion of the happy escape, for a crowning of pot valiance, this regional platter, benjamin of bouillis, with a spolish olive to middlepoint its zaynith, was marrying itself (porkograso!) erebusqued very deluxiously with a bottle of Phenice–Bruerie ‘98, followed for second nuptials by a Piessporter, Grand Cur, of both of which cherished tablelights (though humble the bounquet ’tis a leaman’s farewell) he obdurately sniffed the cobwebcrusted corks.
Finnegans Wake 233
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______________________asike a friend of mine once wrote 'a little phoney bullshit here..'
Bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits, Latin 920, detail of f. 317v (St Martha and the Tarasque). Book of Hours, use of Rome. 15th century
Bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits, Latin 920, detail of f. 317v (St Martha and the Tarasque). Book of Hours, use of Rome. 15th century

will Jill

__________are

 

 

 

   are you    we    isgrace  and misfortune in mens' eyes? is your body and liver outcast? do dogs bite your                               feet at night? and the man's art and scope envy you a globe greases penges the god  sinking       and her buttocks stopped armies  and the rain crawled off her ass 

    staying which way which way        Now O       crying out bootless to the dumb (ass?) sky? permanentn ? firmanent? contented less to thee O 



   works of day and night   here  


   lined up like  a series of ships   


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
- The Folding over at Fictions 4


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

ZigZaGgo


 


 

 

 

 

  Good! Bon! Merci!  

 

 

to someone who did not ask the right questions

 

and did not think to ask

nor took what was loved

 

goodbye

  hahahah the witch is gone

rimbaud's witch is gone

   at last

salut

 

Bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits, Latin 920, detail of f. 254v. Book of Hours, use of Rome. 15th century  ________finalement    ~___________________

sycorax the wicked witch is gone  ~  

                          Goood! merci! bye bye! salut~

 

                            free at last!

 

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 bibliothèque nationale de France, Département des manuscrits, Latin 920, detail of f. 254v. Book of Hours, use of Rome. 15th century

 

 

 

 

2013/03/12

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London is damp
  love's a clamp
  dublin's whores are dumber
than the cold sores of fancy-pants
   or descartian tramps from france!



  she learned to dance suckin me off
 till i came like  a riding centaur entering her aloof ears



Why I am an Atheist and other song

                                                       Published e/book
                                                    print book   2010
trip to Brazil/Ireland/
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  Is ballard a bal/
lad/
'bol
lard
  lard?



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...... Dead ManPoet in Deptford'

Old and new deaths/old fellow/as the rain pounds this umarked grave/grace of the air becomes you
 

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 Just  (had gotten an regottenget ttin to the final pages of this book (Burgess _ Anthony) (who also wrote his master's thesis about Marlowe) _ It breaks my heart as I near the end and one can see the preodained Murder of Marlowe He was used and chewd up by the intelligence service of his time first by Walsking ham and then the others and finally he was murdered for his atheism , homosexuality and free thought.





And in our time we seem or so some do, seem to feel the need to bend to the will of the religious maniac who stock the lands of the world. We seem to fear their wrath and anger. How pathetic we are.

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than others




C.P. How many countries in Europe did you visit?

C.D. At least twenty... I mean you know this... and I lived in some longer than others...


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than others




C.P. How many countries in Europe did you visit?

C.D. At least twenty... I mean you know this... and I lived in some longer than others...


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 .lnaguage ought to be a  murmur    ~   barely heard a(of0bove the surface of river




     feelin

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Montreal's becoming a drag again
/ the french /fascist
are on the language /warpath again/
the road / it's / calling


a poet /loves                    
/want                           zzzzzzs /free/ 
dom                       
love
    r struggles /human
ones
reduced
                                to
the
                          pettiness
of tickets
articles                                                     
                verb                                           
                          hangin's
barking dogs
busting the 
free territory
of the
                                  da
of
      


the
da
of
can
a
da

sober love
not nations
at war ov'r words
dead
word
warred on the blood and dime


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 lorsque la langue est si tendue qu’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.

 2 G. Deleuze, Critique et clinique. Paris : Minuit, 1993, p. 142.

2013/03/08

reader

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dear fellow Joyce loverreader ~ it's read and aloud aloof the belongpraisymaziful book   ~ t'is higwhisper Mona Jill an Jane   ~,

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2013/03/06

~ R _lovers

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                         lady R,  wasn't I your lover   , once?


    if only for  a  moment
                                                             I imagined you in the shower tonight
                                                                          after reading you





       


                       or lady X and Y, Z,
   we were lovers for  a day, a   week  ,,         a pausing month between pyjamas,
                       ,   marriages,         denial           ,       and
                                  your beauty



                          your                  l  u      s t       f        u       l
                               
                                 b   e     a         u              t             y


                                                       
                                                                                  and my  e   y    e         s



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   and Lady P

                         all of you
                                                          we've not yet crossed the threshold
                                                     of kisses narrowing necks and lover's folds




or the point one can't see






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2013/03/05

reading and a ~loud



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 finding  hard to follow,  show you a trick  learned  years  to   a     go: 






Read it aloud! it's as simple as that . The ideas will become more real as you hear and read them at the same time. True reading is a pedagogical skill! THere's a great novel by Italo Calvino If On A Winter's Night a Traveler Should... that describes wonderful moments of reading ....

I learned this  trick years back with a girlfriend. I was reading my way through Saint Genet , Sartre's massive tome about the former, and I had not found it easy. Well, I was out eating dinner with this lady, and she asked me about what I was reading, and I said it was beautiful. but difficult to read.  but then she said or I said,  let me read it to you... and I began to read it  right there and then to her while we sat in this restaurant called the Mazurka, an old Polish place, and ideas and connections that I had not been able to see before began to unfold and I could see them like I never had before . They were glimmerings before, but now they became clear ideas. And the weight of the writing, its pace and the gigantic majesty almost of its connections was more visible to me. Each book is written at a different rhythm, as I am sure you'd agree.
 And this barely scratches the surface of saying anything about Sartre's book. But to me it deems a whole area of study in philosophy: How we read, how we are read to , and how we absorb the ideas in the process; how are we taught, and what is the best manner to learn.
That is why the seminars of Deleuze  __ the oratory of his voice, and the pedagogical moment __ of its unfolding as he spoke ____were important and why it's important to hear him in them . Many are now on cd, or on sites in the web. and more and more of the films and videos of him are  popular.  Socrates always spoke aloud! I've used many of them as you might have noticed  in Rdeleuze and elsewhere.

Just one other thing, A/O is written at a very different pace than the book by Sartre, but it can still be read aloud, and I have done the same thing with it as others, and it's worked like magic. Reading aloud is the secret
of pedagogy! 

 So that's all for the moment, and have a good week of work.  Your last posts
are yet to be read by yours truly, but have not been forgotten.


___________ But as you know I learned to read with my ears hearing aloud these men the teacher of his lectures himself the mooring of the waters around crashing at his feet ... and


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~the bells~! the bells!!








Chief Inspector Clouseau!




 

pOETRY as a way of life and humor!

~because

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because i saw stars in my eyes
   and heard tears in my nose




  all the fiction    s         a   r e   characters

                 of the women I've slept with in 3 years, then 5 then two then 7


 what fictionis this? i'ts the fiction numerals versus one
cardinal numbers versus
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                                     orrdinal lovers
   the arthimatics of  lust




  all my blogs are fiction  in cluding you

   but you're a bad fiction you r

  a  haracter

                                     LumPIng

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2013/03/02

-Beast of air and sea-







  places over the earth  nght

  Italy   (Genoa, Florence,)
Spain,
                                          Shannon, Eire 



Greece


 Italy  ,  Ireland,

Romania, Holland,,

Italy , Ireland, Scotland, (england en passant)








 Where are ?    daughter lives in   County Clare, Eire,                                                       son                      working at   Limousin France,

     the sea breaks against shores far distant 




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