Wednesday, October 31, 2007

"I would like to write you so simply, so simply, so simply. Without having anything ever catch the eye, excepting yours alone, and what is more by erasing all the traits, even the most apparent ones, the ones that mark the tone, or the belonging to a genre (the letter for example, or the post card), so that above all the language remains self-evidently secret, as if it were being invented at every step, and as if it were burning immediately, as soon as any third party would set eyes on it . . . "

Jacques Derrida, The Post Card: From Socrates to Freud and Beyond, 1987

Saturday, October 27, 2007

at the movies

an Action!

Near-wet pastures graded by censure.

The insulated & thick proclivities of active duly workers, arrays chained ankle-to-ankle behind clear flat gelatinous plates, pushing the damp hands through The wet slots in the structure and into heavy, leadened fur-lined glo ves to manip

ulate the modeling proce

dures inside the enclosure:


“I” given the distillation—I
or a hand speechless. eye on your—

Awe—specific to speech
-sources of transmissive

Disgraces, discharges
viz. Spirit a

mouth Chaste
with Disturbance tryes

aswerve up the matter for
branches, Olive, gloves sets

up a water, sets up a matter for
clear locution of

One compossible
but not together

shores up sultry shores up
desultory besotted Valley

of Sand
purrs

“pleasure”
purrs “message”

purrs I as a yes and able
Mirror

to press “my send” huh
my gratitude against—

flesh— According to
to terrible elements Tangible as place—

as Act. at every during The
night now irrespeakable

sundials Repurposing
signs of life

unhrld firm thighs bleed off center-
course, sand-

blasting sticky rhyth-
mms of Force “Consensual” dis-

curse Trap doors leading
being the sticky signs of

future lesions Letters
by sortie advance

panting
easements

spurt accessive
portions

forming high
slits

to fuck all
in

the lesion split.
Let this stand in for I

I was, I was absolute high

sticky
digits

sighs under Awe;
the flowered slick heav-

ens Silty kittens
oh spartan gifts of—

standard living.
wet Issue, sticky,

Licks Irre-
versibly Night

in the middle
of toward warbling

Of. Oh. Ou les silky
milk, kitty. come prick me with that

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

H.D. : "honey is not more sweet than"

Valie Export, Ontological Leap, 1974