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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
conditions of the photographic
1. there is a world
2. there is a work-world
3. there is a word for the world
4. there is a word for the work-world
5. there is no beyond
2. there is a work-world
3. there is a word for the world
4. there is a word for the work-world
5. there is no beyond
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Notation
In 1742, Rousseau moved to Paris in order to present the Académie des Sciences with a new system of numbered musical notation he believed would make his fortune. His system, intended to be compatible with typography, is based on a single line, displaying numbers representing intervals between notes and dots and commas indicating rhythmic values. Believing the system was impractical, the Academy rejected it, though they praised his mastery of the subject, and urged him to try again.
A Film
I had an idea for a film about Mother Teresa, which would detail her rise to sainthood from a life of crime and petty theft. Unfortunately, I only have the title: From Zero to Nun.
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Field Guides
A Field Guide to New Addicts
A Field Guide to Silent Birds
A Field Guide to Inverted Cinema Seats
A Field Guide to Southern Storms
A Field Guide to Wet Pants
A Field Guide to Fatal Diseases
A Field Guide to Vacancies
A Field Guide to Grommets
A Field Guide to Circumcisions
A Field Guide to Rotations Per Second
A Field Guide to Meteorite Fragments
A Field Guide to Civics Classes
A Field Guide to Drafty Rooms
A Field Guide to Stumps
A Field Guide to Abrupt Collisions
A Field Guide to Eager Beavers
A Field Guide to Future Floods
A Field Guide to Silent Birds
A Field Guide to Inverted Cinema Seats
A Field Guide to Southern Storms
A Field Guide to Wet Pants
A Field Guide to Fatal Diseases
A Field Guide to Vacancies
A Field Guide to Grommets
A Field Guide to Circumcisions
A Field Guide to Rotations Per Second
A Field Guide to Meteorite Fragments
A Field Guide to Civics Classes
A Field Guide to Drafty Rooms
A Field Guide to Stumps
A Field Guide to Abrupt Collisions
A Field Guide to Eager Beavers
A Field Guide to Future Floods
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Q:
A:
My grandmother told me a story. When she was a young woman, and bombs were dropping themselves on Europe, food was scarce in Arnem, the Netherlands. The bitter winter had frozen the ground, so that even a shovel couldn’t break the surface of the earth. On a particularly cold morning, a German plane was shot down, and crashed into a field filled with potatoes. The women of Arnem, my grandmother included, ran into the field, newly thawed by the burning wreckage of the plane, and gathered potatoes in the half-light of the evening. Not having shovels, they used sticks and other tools to dig the potatoes out of the earth. Some women used their hands, not having anything more effective at their disposal. This story is true. It is also true that my grandmother is now dead, a part of the story that she would find herself unable to relate. All stories exclude someone from their center.
My grandmother told me a story. When she was a young woman, and bombs were dropping themselves on Europe, food was scarce in Arnem, the Netherlands. The bitter winter had frozen the ground, so that even a shovel couldn’t break the surface of the earth. On a particularly cold morning, a German plane was shot down, and crashed into a field filled with potatoes. The women of Arnem, my grandmother included, ran into the field, newly thawed by the burning wreckage of the plane, and gathered potatoes in the half-light of the evening. Not having shovels, they used sticks and other tools to dig the potatoes out of the earth. Some women used their hands, not having anything more effective at their disposal. This story is true. It is also true that my grandmother is now dead, a part of the story that she would find herself unable to relate. All stories exclude someone from their center.
A:
A talking ape, fluttering its fingers against the bars of the cage.
A talking ape, fluttering its fingers against the bars of the cage.
A:
No one is in the middle.
No one is in the middle.
A:
I don’t remember much about it, though. I remember your hands. Your hands on the wheel, following the lead of my words. I remember your hands. Your hands at your side, emptied. I remember your hands on the table, your hands on the ground. My own hands were damp, and slipped easily into the loose topsoil.
I don’t remember much about it, though. I remember your hands. Your hands on the wheel, following the lead of my words. I remember your hands. Your hands at your side, emptied. I remember your hands on the table, your hands on the ground. My own hands were damp, and slipped easily into the loose topsoil.
from Thomas the Obscure, by Maurice Blanchot
He
nevertheless decided to turn his back to the sea and entered a small
woods where he lay down after taking a few steps. The day was about
to end; scarcely any light remained, but it was still possible to see
certain details of the landscape fairly clearly, in particular the
hill which limited the horizon and which was glowing, unconcerned and
free. What was disturbing to Thomas was the fact that he was lying
there in the grass with the desire to remain there for a long time,
although this position was forbidden to him. As night was falling he
tried to get up, and, pushing against the ground with both hands, got
one knee under him while the other leg dangled; then he made a sudden
lurch and succeeded in placing himself entirely erect. So he was
standing.
Monday, January 16, 2012
found spam poem VI
I was at the country side
and suddenly
saw Massimo Kamscin
putting hand up
till elbow.
Have you ever seen some ...
something ...
like this?
Just take a close look at that picture:
Tell me please,
if you want to follow me,
next time I travel outside the town.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
a warning
I am only
able to give you
this piece of bread
right now, but
be warned
that I have thought
of all of the thoughts
that keep
rising from this
crater at
our right
hand.
able to give you
this piece of bread
right now, but
be warned
that I have thought
of all of the thoughts
that keep
rising from this
crater at
our right
hand.
Friday, December 16, 2011
blue dome
Anselm Kiefer, Everyone Stands Under His Own Dome of Heaven, 1970, watercolor, gouache, and graphite pencil on joined paper, 15 3/4" x 18 7/8". Collection: Metropolitan Museum of Art, NY, Denise and Andrew Saul Fund, 1995.
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
a victory for art
Esthetics have devolved into rare types of stupidity. Each kind of stupidity may be broken down into categories such as bovine formalism, tired painting, eccentric concentrics or numb structures. All these categories and many others all petrify into a vast banality called the art world which is no world. A nice negativism seems to be spawning. A sweet nihilism is everywhere. Immobility and inertia are what many of the most gifted artists prefer. Vacant at the center, dull at the edge, a few artists are on the true path of stultification. Muddleheaded logic is taking the place of clearheaded illogic, much to nobody's surprise.
-Robert Smithson,
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ON THE OCCASION OF THE ART AND TECHNOLOGY SHOW AT THE ARMORY
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Wednesday, December 7, 2011
types, like blooms
cave song poem
desert, or sand, poem
fur poem
sub, hematoma poem
glottal poem
hand poem
fern spore poem
second lung poem
desert, or sand, poem
fur poem
sub, hematoma poem
glottal poem
hand poem
fern spore poem
second lung poem
from "sea surface full of clouds" by Wallace Stevens
IV In that November off Tehuantepec The night-long slopping of the sea grew still. A mallow morning dozed upon the deck And made one think of musky chocolate And frail umbrellas. A too-fluent green Suggested malice in the dry machine Of ocean, pondering dank stratagem. Who then beheld the figures of the clouds Like blooms secluded in the thick marine? Like blooms? Like damasks that were shaken off From the loosed girdles in the spangling must. C’était ma foi, la nonchalance divine. The nakedness would rise and suddenly turn Salt masks of beard and mouths of bellowing, Would—But more suddenly the heaven rolled Its bluest sea-clouds in the thinking green, And the nakedness became the broadest blooms, Mile-mallows that a mallow sun cajoled.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
dome drop
When were we? The sky arc fell; there was no sky. There were no domes sung again, or dome musics they called it -- low clouds rolled the horizon. Geometric space was geometric event was becoming-geometric bodies. “Take this board, this face, this triangle, this rough in your hand, low drone of the curve.” What is this ghost triangle below a triangle?
The bodies bent over the tools, faintly sorting. The bodies found an opening in the tarp, beginning to materialize. The bodies pushed arcs into together. There was a body made into a shaping, but it was getting darker from the blue evening .
There is no dome, but there are plans for a dome. They sat at a table, like any revolutionaries, faced with a form though, this time. No reliving the face of the past. Nomad dome for collapse sound, for this time.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Foucault replies to questions from the audience at Berkeley's History Department in 1983
Given the fact that you don't try and refute theories, you claim not to be a structuralist nor do you believe in a totality, then why should we believe you?
There is no reason.
(laughter)
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
pseudo name and a wig
She is too vain to stay out of the limelight for long
She actually thinks people really believe her due to the verdict
I would love to hit her in the face with a shovel
Whats she gonna do?? go blond, change her name?
She will never be truly free from guilt of her own making
She can run, but she cant hide
What they think to do about her dirty habits?
They will make a head trasplant to her? Ha!!
We can sit and wait no long, Diane!!
She has a this face of afraid rabbit. Ha!
Who don't know her, then buy her!
For her actions, the whole world gonna know
where is the psychopath!
She should alter her face to look just like OJ
Someone will find her. She can run but she can't hide
I hope she lives in fear the rest of her life!
She is too narcissistic and selfish to hide and disguise herself
She will be out everywhere in a matter of time
That's right! Seriously, she has a mental disorder, so it's a indicator of it
What about her "Bella Vita" tattoo. She better wear long sleeve shirts every day
I WOULD JUST LOVE TO WRECK THAT FACE WITH MY FISTS! GRRRRRRRRRRRR
Pseudo name and a wig won't do much for her
All you have to do is look in the club and you'll know who she is
SHE MAKES AMERICANS SICK,
EVEN A 3RD WORLD COUNTRY IS TOO GOOD FOR HER
NO MATTER HOW YOU DISGUISE HER,
HER FACE TELLS THE STORY
AND SCREAMS OUT BABY KILLER
Maybe she can go live with her make believe nanny,
or her made up boyfriend
What she needs is a brain transplant;
A monkey brain will work just fine.
Even monkeys care for their babies.
[culled from the comments on the July 12, 2011 New York Post article "Casey Anthony will don disguise"]
She actually thinks people really believe her due to the verdict
I would love to hit her in the face with a shovel
Whats she gonna do?? go blond, change her name?
She will never be truly free from guilt of her own making
She can run, but she cant hide
What they think to do about her dirty habits?
They will make a head trasplant to her? Ha!!
We can sit and wait no long, Diane!!
She has a this face of afraid rabbit. Ha!
Who don't know her, then buy her!
For her actions, the whole world gonna know
where is the psychopath!
She should alter her face to look just like OJ
Someone will find her. She can run but she can't hide
I hope she lives in fear the rest of her life!
She is too narcissistic and selfish to hide and disguise herself
She will be out everywhere in a matter of time
That's right! Seriously, she has a mental disorder, so it's a indicator of it
What about her "Bella Vita" tattoo. She better wear long sleeve shirts every day
I WOULD JUST LOVE TO WRECK THAT FACE WITH MY FISTS! GRRRRRRRRRRRR
Pseudo name and a wig won't do much for her
All you have to do is look in the club and you'll know who she is
SHE MAKES AMERICANS SICK,
EVEN A 3RD WORLD COUNTRY IS TOO GOOD FOR HER
NO MATTER HOW YOU DISGUISE HER,
HER FACE TELLS THE STORY
AND SCREAMS OUT BABY KILLER
Maybe she can go live with her make believe nanny,
or her made up boyfriend
What she needs is a brain transplant;
A monkey brain will work just fine.
Even monkeys care for their babies.
[culled from the comments on the July 12, 2011 New York Post article "Casey Anthony will don disguise"]
"Effluviad" by Gregory Betts
Welcome to the advent of transculturation
the sky will be your racial asset
will trouble the stateliness of the
only recently immigrated
will increase in apparent contradictions
Welcome to scholarly oblivion, rationalized lynching
anti-racist anthropology, undermined population growth
all problems dissolved and by extension race
within change understanding of
necessary blood and iron, bronzing silicon memory
Welcome to the tribal origins of peripherality discussion
(what brings this together) to cultural encounters
hybridization, creolization, and diaspora
throw off still pains
when the inculcation connotations
remobilize the critical function
growing poppy and terrorizing their opponent
this is precisely what is elsewhere
Welcome to the crime of such magnitude that
innocent people indiscriminately condone the ruins
shrine-like features metal tree girders street sign
growing out of her head has become a baseball cap
lettered professional screens, canvas, wooden
hawkers of professional hawking
a diffusion of the ubiquity of advertising
testimonies to the ongoing technological encroachment
of admiration, resentment, its negative effects
Welcome to the new nineteenth-century cyborgian imagery
just as it is difficult to understand
it unhinges the parallelism clear enough
obviously a reaction I would like to argue
the no less maleficent spokesmen express incredulity
the reticence in voicing transpiring opinion
the interim has apparently ended
Welcome to the collapse of the Berlin Wall, the new post-Cold
War period, the BBC headlines, the Paris of 1968, the Islam Karimov
country, the next four decades of the 1920s set
to destabilize the collapse of communism, the green light
district, the monolithic in-depth, dispassionate analyses,
the Mossad, the stratificational contours of Protestant
denominations, the broad overall picture is not something
that happens to us
Welcome to the reception of European popular religious literature
to the more transparent Lutherans, Moravians, Mennonites
to the missing from the fare of colonial readers
to the full-page facsimile reproductions, the
musical notations, the specialized field
overarching the chronological schema
Welcome to the rotunda in John Barth fiction
Welcome to mass immigration reinventing the double of moral value
Welcome to the colonial shadow that follows the equator
and attendant savagism of various
literary interpretations of the city, of US intervention
into Cuba´s literary hypotheosis, of rootedness and restless fathers, harbingers
of the germ theory, the mythical professional
relationship policing the borders of women´s bodies
Welcome to Kredit Kard, Kanada, a neo-industrialist
post-urbanized suburb with a population driven
into panic by the circulation of in all other respects
the well-known questionable claim of the interculturally unknown,
witness the daily deicide, babies that chew jaundiced breast milk,
the gone missing evidence
the vitally read under the sign of nature
These boundaries simultaneously crossed, step
in the actual dis-
solution picks
traditions as
a parallel ethnicity
equal share in
formations
rediscovered
was Tom White
male and female
man and woman
male-dominated feminist, masochist masculinist
deep within the wake of the tofu 1970s?
This damned mob
compilation this monograph
this proto-product
now a generation
laden with linguistic esoterics
research the apt interpretations of
new insights into the inner workings
of the latter´s skeptical philosophy
as a heuristic filter – as in the
rest of Europe, population growth
increased the number of historians –
surveys to history
the future majority with
the high rate of endogamy
such a powerful presence, her
daughters sought unmarried
Swedes comprising one quarter
of Chicago wages
was a professional early
movie studio filmed serial comedy
religious women became
role models for
Irish women
the future majority
was also an attractive option
among the best paid foreign workers,
writers employed in
their attack
that realism is the little teacup
during the last third
of the nineteenth century
ultimately, so timely
rich, new irony
new readings, new debt, new local colour
naturalized writers employed
the American book market
during the rapid disappearance
of transformation, fragmentation
the conventions of effeminacy
in other words
the absence of a
theoretical framework
the trajectory of
individual careers
the present selection
of the 1991 ascendancy, the
central characters
in a book length study
of a substantial amount
of neglected literary scholarship
in many ways
written on a bad day
“For a number of years the so-called recognition of the
arbitrary nature and the problematics of the theme
requiring and collapsing the knowledge of the
the ethnic grounds to develop a form of the
amongst themselves and a
modus vivendi that could well
here the recycling effect mentioned above…"
In the TV show
the popular TV show
locked in in a
container
under constant popularity
it refers to the need for
a more meaningful dialogic -- --
and a
revolution, a playful un-historic
one
in line with the lighting
of shoes
as a crude attempt
to make the time--
less relevant
it is no simple coincidence
transmogrified products
return to confront their producers
seen as a kind of opening
expanding fields, dripped saccharine,
as a kind of confirmation
of the core tendencies
whether they are for or against
ambiguities
negotiating with the pieties
Welcome to the target of an embargo, welcome to the nuclear test site, welcome to the massive instrumentalization, to the domestic stage, and the huge majority, and
the key priorities of the continental vision
Welcome to the warlords and barmaids, welcome to the
violently sexist and the tyrant in place, welcome to the
criminals who let their backers escape, to the same
number of innocent people, to the brutal murderous
regime, to the attacking administrations, to the study
we find diverse, to the foreign policy of nationalisms,
of dictatorships, of the country we constantly invent, of the enlightenments,
of the us to believe in; welcome to the no threat of
arrest, to the crushed confirmation, to the tyrant
in place, to the leading suspects, to the destruction of houses
to the leading policeman turning away
out of earshot,
he turns to his left and to his right
looking to participate
in the loss of
someone he did not know
he is preceded and accompanied
by uniformed police officers
two-by-two
the way he saw others being treated
which never gets to hear about
that he perforce observed
What is it that so embittered him?
If it is true
allow us to comprehend
but the grim resolution
to hunt him down.
Welcome to the only civility that dictates the reticence
in voicing such opinion, to the evidence that played
a key role to contain the spread of communism, to
the drug baron exchange, to the famous by
persistence, the seven-year-long devil
transpiring from various biographies
so antagonistic
and underrated ever since
Welcome to the pattern of adjustment, to the evolving technology,
the evolving histories, and the inexorable dictates of
industrial production. Welcome to the thirty thousand dead
Turks, to the thanks misgiving, to the failed weep,
to how such a position can usher in the devastation,
to the tension mounting; to use a different methodology
than traditional historians, to drain the fields of blood and the bodies
suckled into the earth. Welcome to linguistics, statistics,
economics, historical cartography, sociology, ethnology,
topography, teleology, homines taxidermy, to the true
values of stateliness, to the 14th Century Canadians fishing in death, already,
to the
annual meeting of the local historians of the world,
to a toast to the image of a particular national
character, to modernity, urbanization, toward a modern lifestyle
toward the characteristics, to the language, the food, the clothing
songs traditions crafts settlement patterns of deviance, defiance
socializing kinship folkways memories of the chief
librarian who may yet continue to publish in the aging, effluvious way.
To the intoxication of constant metamorphosis
welcome to the welcome to
the weight, the sinews, the flaccid seraphim, the battering wind,
the welcome to the welcome to
the girth in stasis, the sun song, the tan lines of card board buildings self-
consuming
welcome to the welcome to
the beast approaching the young
and
the young who
consume the consume
the sky will be your racial asset
will trouble the stateliness of the
only recently immigrated
will increase in apparent contradictions
Welcome to scholarly oblivion, rationalized lynching
anti-racist anthropology, undermined population growth
all problems dissolved and by extension race
within change understanding of
necessary blood and iron, bronzing silicon memory
Welcome to the tribal origins of peripherality discussion
(what brings this together) to cultural encounters
hybridization, creolization, and diaspora
throw off still pains
when the inculcation connotations
remobilize the critical function
growing poppy and terrorizing their opponent
this is precisely what is elsewhere
Welcome to the crime of such magnitude that
innocent people indiscriminately condone the ruins
shrine-like features metal tree girders street sign
growing out of her head has become a baseball cap
lettered professional screens, canvas, wooden
hawkers of professional hawking
a diffusion of the ubiquity of advertising
testimonies to the ongoing technological encroachment
of admiration, resentment, its negative effects
Welcome to the new nineteenth-century cyborgian imagery
just as it is difficult to understand
it unhinges the parallelism clear enough
obviously a reaction I would like to argue
the no less maleficent spokesmen express incredulity
the reticence in voicing transpiring opinion
the interim has apparently ended
Welcome to the collapse of the Berlin Wall, the new post-Cold
War period, the BBC headlines, the Paris of 1968, the Islam Karimov
country, the next four decades of the 1920s set
to destabilize the collapse of communism, the green light
district, the monolithic in-depth, dispassionate analyses,
the Mossad, the stratificational contours of Protestant
denominations, the broad overall picture is not something
that happens to us
Welcome to the reception of European popular religious literature
to the more transparent Lutherans, Moravians, Mennonites
to the missing from the fare of colonial readers
to the full-page facsimile reproductions, the
musical notations, the specialized field
overarching the chronological schema
Welcome to the rotunda in John Barth fiction
Welcome to mass immigration reinventing the double of moral value
Welcome to the colonial shadow that follows the equator
and attendant savagism of various
literary interpretations of the city, of US intervention
into Cuba´s literary hypotheosis, of rootedness and restless fathers, harbingers
of the germ theory, the mythical professional
relationship policing the borders of women´s bodies
Welcome to Kredit Kard, Kanada, a neo-industrialist
post-urbanized suburb with a population driven
into panic by the circulation of in all other respects
the well-known questionable claim of the interculturally unknown,
witness the daily deicide, babies that chew jaundiced breast milk,
the gone missing evidence
the vitally read under the sign of nature
These boundaries simultaneously crossed, step
in the actual dis-
solution picks
traditions as
a parallel ethnicity
equal share in
formations
rediscovered
was Tom White
male and female
man and woman
male-dominated feminist, masochist masculinist
deep within the wake of the tofu 1970s?
This damned mob
compilation this monograph
this proto-product
now a generation
laden with linguistic esoterics
research the apt interpretations of
new insights into the inner workings
of the latter´s skeptical philosophy
as a heuristic filter – as in the
rest of Europe, population growth
increased the number of historians –
surveys to history
the future majority with
the high rate of endogamy
such a powerful presence, her
daughters sought unmarried
Swedes comprising one quarter
of Chicago wages
was a professional early
movie studio filmed serial comedy
religious women became
role models for
Irish women
the future majority
was also an attractive option
among the best paid foreign workers,
writers employed in
their attack
that realism is the little teacup
during the last third
of the nineteenth century
ultimately, so timely
rich, new irony
new readings, new debt, new local colour
naturalized writers employed
the American book market
during the rapid disappearance
of transformation, fragmentation
the conventions of effeminacy
in other words
the absence of a
theoretical framework
the trajectory of
individual careers
the present selection
of the 1991 ascendancy, the
central characters
in a book length study
of a substantial amount
of neglected literary scholarship
in many ways
written on a bad day
“For a number of years the so-called recognition of the
arbitrary nature and the problematics of the theme
requiring and collapsing the knowledge of the
the ethnic grounds to develop a form of the
amongst themselves and a
modus vivendi that could well
here the recycling effect mentioned above…"
In the TV show
the popular TV show
locked in in a
container
under constant popularity
it refers to the need for
a more meaningful dialogic -- --
and a
revolution, a playful un-historic
one
in line with the lighting
of shoes
as a crude attempt
to make the time--
less relevant
it is no simple coincidence
transmogrified products
return to confront their producers
seen as a kind of opening
expanding fields, dripped saccharine,
as a kind of confirmation
of the core tendencies
whether they are for or against
ambiguities
negotiating with the pieties
Welcome to the target of an embargo, welcome to the nuclear test site, welcome to the massive instrumentalization, to the domestic stage, and the huge majority, and
the key priorities of the continental vision
Welcome to the warlords and barmaids, welcome to the
violently sexist and the tyrant in place, welcome to the
criminals who let their backers escape, to the same
number of innocent people, to the brutal murderous
regime, to the attacking administrations, to the study
we find diverse, to the foreign policy of nationalisms,
of dictatorships, of the country we constantly invent, of the enlightenments,
of the us to believe in; welcome to the no threat of
arrest, to the crushed confirmation, to the tyrant
in place, to the leading suspects, to the destruction of houses
to the leading policeman turning away
out of earshot,
he turns to his left and to his right
looking to participate
in the loss of
someone he did not know
he is preceded and accompanied
by uniformed police officers
two-by-two
the way he saw others being treated
which never gets to hear about
that he perforce observed
What is it that so embittered him?
If it is true
allow us to comprehend
but the grim resolution
to hunt him down.
Welcome to the only civility that dictates the reticence
in voicing such opinion, to the evidence that played
a key role to contain the spread of communism, to
the drug baron exchange, to the famous by
persistence, the seven-year-long devil
transpiring from various biographies
so antagonistic
and underrated ever since
Welcome to the pattern of adjustment, to the evolving technology,
the evolving histories, and the inexorable dictates of
industrial production. Welcome to the thirty thousand dead
Turks, to the thanks misgiving, to the failed weep,
to how such a position can usher in the devastation,
to the tension mounting; to use a different methodology
than traditional historians, to drain the fields of blood and the bodies
suckled into the earth. Welcome to linguistics, statistics,
economics, historical cartography, sociology, ethnology,
topography, teleology, homines taxidermy, to the true
values of stateliness, to the 14th Century Canadians fishing in death, already,
to the
annual meeting of the local historians of the world,
to a toast to the image of a particular national
character, to modernity, urbanization, toward a modern lifestyle
toward the characteristics, to the language, the food, the clothing
songs traditions crafts settlement patterns of deviance, defiance
socializing kinship folkways memories of the chief
librarian who may yet continue to publish in the aging, effluvious way.
To the intoxication of constant metamorphosis
welcome to the welcome to
the weight, the sinews, the flaccid seraphim, the battering wind,
the welcome to the welcome to
the girth in stasis, the sun song, the tan lines of card board buildings self-
consuming
welcome to the welcome to
the beast approaching the young
and
the young who
consume the consume
from "Nets" by Jen Bervin
['nets' created using/out of the originary structure of Shakespeare's sonnets]
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
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