Friday, August 25, 2006

Subject: Personne -- Debord & Vincennes.

Franny always knew her shoes were tied too late. Too late for monads
and pleats, folds and drapes around her Baroque self. And that was Hume
was help, because before Bergson ran to the rescue there could be no
plate from which to launch the selves that she was. To launch unfurl and
discompose the selves in "one fell swoop" was the proverb of negativity
she chose. She was Hegel on days like that, bad days one might say when
the dialectic of snythetic reason became the polarity on which her self
worked, lived and died. Days like hegelianism's temptation to totalize
even leading to a rationalization of facisms and smug self-assuredness,
professorial positions, spurs to a contemporary orthodoxy
notwithstanding one found reason "falling" a part as in the centre which
could not hold and the blood filled tide of innocence subjected to all
nostalgia and malaise held blazes and moments of intenity on any
boyd-without-organs on a given day. Franny got the first call from
Debord when she was still quite healthy and ready to revolt creating
molecular fall-outs of all sorts. Molecular as the train which shouted
in her sleep the sleep of reaon and Kant's aesthetic sublime and the
processual fervor of movement, old recordings, theory and its balanced
counter-take pratice as the reflection and experiment of its
contemplation. SO it was she took a big breath and waited for her
friend. She was getting ready to go to work, where the psychotics were
all the rage, and the transversality of mini movements could be felt
vibrating throughout the building, the "batiment." SO when Debord first
called saying Listen you specualator of the new simulacrum and listen to
the sound of your sisters, your brothers, your genders, your sexes as
they speak the double -tonue schizo tongue of desire.
Then Franny knew she was a homo-sexual. SHe knew she was a disjuncted
synthezier and silence was her other[s] name. Like the many sex beings
she was. Against nothingness and tear, and being before property and
knowing full well that even stones were politics. That! was the
repetition of a difference! ANd what logic there was to that sense of
feeling in the paint dripping across the body of the woman he loved. And
she knew her name, her name was Felix.
Then Guy said: MAke the beachs rattle under the pavement of St. Denis.
What time is she wondered, as he caressed her female leg. So call the
time agains the city of telephones and sexes and shames you have no
desire to go to war against. While the pope prays for communisms and
unconsciousnesses to return. It was like jazz; sometimes she was Miles
Davis, the singer, the taxi-dancer at the dancings at the Folie Berger;
but she was not certain of the spelling. Oh those French words could be
so deceptive and receptive of oppression depression and the voices in
the recordings.
So then his-story was the story of the One lingual pun, and no matter
how much one writ one was trapped in the one. The one and the two and
the many additions it came to.
"So when" Guy called and said be my lover as we prowl the street.
Detourne as any gift.


Time to retreat her bodies her bodes self of desire

Thursday, August 10, 2006

go there

Over that space was her head the tipple worry pun. Its flippant pace her mark the storm over weather and bill the ducks


Hanked its geology of Thomas the scout marries her mother over the penetration of libraries and other cover.
Little pen of her namesake . I will never be unhappier without her. Her sending of fox and file . Not, that. Come again? Was she the pear switched the cave? Off they arrive, arriviste to the scholar and its shoe round way. Over the old dated pillars,columns complete their heat. Its overs the mellow hour of choose. Jill sanguine merries Fanny her Mona to mothers and anonymous. Go hence, dearfore! Yer hair is tinier than creeds.

Go hereOver that space was her head the tipple worry pun. Its flippant pace her mark the storm over weather and bill the ducks

Hanked its geology of Thomas the scouts marries her mother over the penetration of libraries and other cover.
Little pen of her namesake . I will never be unhappier without her. Her sending of fox and file . Not, that. Come again? Was she the pear switched the cave? Off they arrive, arriviste to the scholar and its shoe round way. Over the old dated pillars,columns complete their heat. Its overs the mellow hour of choose. Jill sanguine merries Fanny her Mona to mothers and anonymous. Go hence, dearfore! Yer hair is tinier than creeds.

Go here fictions2
My please squeeze

My please squeeze

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

becoming sm all

in this fictional commentary Mona, who lost her mind ages ago, to say nothing about her ass and thighs fights a rear-guard action has no time for thought or relaps,e, replaces cephaleous with contrary daughter going both back

way___________________



becoming small, this text of yers... so interesting.... the way you link Alice and Artaud and the becomings small, the molecule and the body-without-organs. THe body without organs let me explain to some of our readers was a space of experience of death that Antonin Artaud the French poet wrote about .Since then its been transformed into a full fledged concept by the philosophers Deleuze and Guattari.________


Alice-Artaud became so small that he disappeared and was just a BWOa little molecule in an expanding space of the body as one shrinks andit becomes outer spacelike the wizard of oz -- I am not sure of this Wizard of Oz connection. but the ALice one is accurate. But this is only a comment en passant.one's skin becomes loose as one becomes smallerwhat the hell am i doing in here?can I reach the moon that is my brain?can i reach the sun that is now my ass?--- This last line puts me in mind of what Schreber as quoted by D&G. what the hell are all these fluidsand turning back to the Greeksone finds the elementsand nothing besidesa certain heightened awarenessyes, drunk on fluidityall we are doing is swimming in an ocean of plasmacan we sink?-- Embyronic adventures of the memory of the body decades afterward?





Interesting stuff...and here in this group there is No Judgement of God, but only work ________ (work notwoks!)



Out of memory loss she has come a shrewd doctor of thing and witch-weed,eskimos there, or coyotes, or like elephants, or desiringmachines, copies of michel foucault, children in diapers, adults running around naked, italian hussies, greek clams, regional forests, dickens like characters running amok, other weird period pieces, lemon pie, cheese wrapped in gowns, tee birding fossils, verse in blank pages, blank verse in pages, pagination for cows, ringing horse bells? awful goodie two shoes?

meantime she take cloth off ing clothing


offing when write writin' the cuff,

__________cuffing it as it were,

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

cambering ridge

Look Jill agog at pate walkering its pediment stoup in Paris ground. Not Lutetia of the beach, or stone of it matter, but purred by lament purged by grief .

This way okay Franny
talk back fanny
and its hollow over arroyo and creek
and bivouac or careful cring in forest stale.

Not near an art wooed by its crummiest thought, but this swoon
burying its art cockled by the rare cunning of its bath.

Listen a lecture doom reader face to hour meant of stellae eye
and then apparitioned by his aging drummed by beating second
& fairest of the chariot mazed his hipped over cry to her hip.

Carried bone to it end by pier and wharf.

Over the hotel alembic lamps rule the pair of
sauna cheeks baring the rent, not beauty's smile
but its punch glassed down by her tenement.


Jill call Franny cell to phantasm to hear lecture of Professor Daddio lending his EaR:
Come there.

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

was

was that ? war, glided by the children of the stones,
and their rapture, their guild?

of she hankers in the morning of,
lute and shepherd the schizophrening heart rule?
or narrative hate borne by generations.


inside outside border confines the halo
of her hand otuside of his
ribcage

reaches for his only only
dividing spades piling tessera of colour
scholars of objects or verbs gestures to his filling station
map of his genome and the sky carried one two
perhaps three packages of sailors who wended
the winding sheet
over the mizzen mast
its bucking shroud its bucking wave

hounding a border-hole or Jill's geology
her mold holding his own
huckstered by clip and clash of vowel elongation

not here, or there, its aqua .
Or say the canvas bearing the whip of rhyme

Smudges or hand pushed up against feet
blots . here the eyeball. trundled first,
then turned the body inside out
over the somersault
in their bed.

Bed beddybyes.
Bliss of alone .

Is it violet the canvas, she stretchin the stellar
walk heading to the cafe of stroke with his.
head on palette.
Over here a canvas-drum


We 'll never finish the tapestry.
why it's becoming roil and roll ing
over Coventry hill
.

Up again the bulwark
the binnacle lamp sort of what, listing in the wind

crew _ over the forecastle
Red-haired Jill alwayus becomes her face.

Mona misshapen as puma faced derrieres
give anus to undo the odipean fiacre
.

Or some missive bearing the weight.
of props and pull.

She worry his water.


Ok.. hold the glutinous sphere.
Over the cage, She come back
from Dead.

No soul has ever left.
its here, and clear.

Come pick bones with us.
In the volley of

ran the six thousand

winched by the hills.

O star burier of __
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come out of

come out of this archive, she says
the fly ripping donned the gate
of heaven ward passed