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Friday, November 29, 2013
Mind
The body leanrs that recall is not bodily but fictional.
Never think of maintenance when there is replacement.
Physical accustomisation to an intimate bodily function. The record skips I get up and flick the switch.
A common land unites and closes our collective Mind.
The mind empties itself.
The neurosis ticking over a bundle of sense impressions.
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Never think of maintenance when there is replacement.
Physical accustomisation to an intimate bodily function. The record skips I get up and flick the switch.
A common land unites and closes our collective Mind.
The mind empties itself.
The neurosis ticking over a bundle of sense impressions.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Mind
That which is stored in the brain pops out in an array of privilege.
Helplessness takes hold of the mind that recognises only itself at each advance. It realises there is no escape from self, that all the movement, rushing into the world, is only a retreat from the stationary.
Watery eyes say I love you. Fond memories stuck in the chest. If it were not the body throwing up a constant story of fluid leakages this brain would have forgotten.
Blow the echo from the head. This common misconception or mind - not how the organism understands content.
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Helplessness takes hold of the mind that recognises only itself at each advance. It realises there is no escape from self, that all the movement, rushing into the world, is only a retreat from the stationary.
Watery eyes say I love you. Fond memories stuck in the chest. If it were not the body throwing up a constant story of fluid leakages this brain would have forgotten.
Blow the echo from the head. This common misconception or mind - not how the organism understands content.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Merleau-Ponty
An impermanent asymmetry with the other.
Mother and daughter off to the psych ward is what happens when one does not eat enough fresh green vegetables in Kindheit.
Existence justifies itself out from insanity.
The flesh of the world is about judgement. The continual battering and sequential ordering of whispers and hallucinations as the reality.
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Mother and daughter off to the psych ward is what happens when one does not eat enough fresh green vegetables in Kindheit.
Existence justifies itself out from insanity.
The flesh of the world is about judgement. The continual battering and sequential ordering of whispers and hallucinations as the reality.
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
Literature
Youthful exuberance kicks and bucks for the first couple of Yeats but soon acclimatises to the faithful stanza. Haggle down the hardback price for Dante, Wordsworth and Coleridge, but even sublime dulls itself in the novel. Pick up another sonic tapestry coded in regulation of arrangement: Cicero and Aristotle. There is a giant of the New World carving itself out.
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Monday, November 25, 2013
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Thursday, November 21, 2013
Love
It is a gift to be in love.
Love is communication.
Love is not a thing. It is a placeholder for a discrete set of actions that centre around an object not perceived by other as the self same of the doer.
Group sex does not have to be physical.
Although the possessor of love is not in love with an object, the ready codified manifestations are prevalent and bear expression.
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Love is communication.
Love is not a thing. It is a placeholder for a discrete set of actions that centre around an object not perceived by other as the self same of the doer.
Group sex does not have to be physical.
Although the possessor of love is not in love with an object, the ready codified manifestations are prevalent and bear expression.
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
Levinas
Reciprocal relations have us masturbating, but when the chain opens into the third and no one derives pleasure from the other reified the and opening - language.
To wear your face of responsible employment.
Ethics is the way Levinas thinks of the relations with other.
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To wear your face of responsible employment.
Ethics is the way Levinas thinks of the relations with other.
Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Levinas
Art speaks for without a face by drawing a line between object and perception; discourse. An exchange of outwardly signing consciousness and object.
An image is presented in function is a part of a totality. It is an image of self.
Folding the levinasian terms back onto themselves, making the doorway from which these bastards enter, and leaving the door ajar so as to retreat any time is an Archimedian point of an unhinged system - there I rest my pointing finger.
Deliver me the difference, draw me a diagram, paint me a picture. The babe's vulnerability is responsibility.
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An image is presented in function is a part of a totality. It is an image of self.
Folding the levinasian terms back onto themselves, making the doorway from which these bastards enter, and leaving the door ajar so as to retreat any time is an Archimedian point of an unhinged system - there I rest my pointing finger.
Deliver me the difference, draw me a diagram, paint me a picture. The babe's vulnerability is responsibility.
Monday, November 18, 2013
Levinas
What it takes to involve the third in a two player game; two out of necessity and three for fun. Two lying either side of the one perceived wall. Where is the wall, on common ground? Does the same repulse?
Yet the face emerges in flight yet again, as the line it cannot be grasped in its entirety because its entirety is never present, it is always on the way to - becoming. Consciousness is movement.
Make out where the face could stand contortion and bereavement. A new look in both directions. Refrain from mirror strain.
The splintering of self, the imperceptible fissures, make anything like constructing an ethical relation a thankless task.
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Yet the face emerges in flight yet again, as the line it cannot be grasped in its entirety because its entirety is never present, it is always on the way to - becoming. Consciousness is movement.
Make out where the face could stand contortion and bereavement. A new look in both directions. Refrain from mirror strain.
The splintering of self, the imperceptible fissures, make anything like constructing an ethical relation a thankless task.
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Friday, November 15, 2013
Levinas
The expression, the act, picking up the face and grasping at alterity's trace.
Infinity is an experience that exceeds cognition, even perception. Electrons move from both ends into the region beyond ends - sprak. The other mediates infinity without experiencing infinity.
Indistinguish, non-indifference to difference.
Consciousness cannot give up responsibility.
All direction is outward facing.
The image is a flow of continuity.
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Infinity is an experience that exceeds cognition, even perception. Electrons move from both ends into the region beyond ends - sprak. The other mediates infinity without experiencing infinity.
Indistinguish, non-indifference to difference.
Consciousness cannot give up responsibility.
All direction is outward facing.
The image is a flow of continuity.
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Language
Language is being worked upon by all of us. The productivity is there as constant. One thought here and one there shows coherency in the unfolding dialogue.
We all demand a different way of saying.
I use the words you taught me. If they do not mean anything any more teach me others. Or let me be silent.
Language hands over the lamb to the slaughter.
The animal rule born within language.
Are we still permitted revelations in language?
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We all demand a different way of saying.
I use the words you taught me. If they do not mean anything any more teach me others. Or let me be silent.
Language hands over the lamb to the slaughter.
The animal rule born within language.
Are we still permitted revelations in language?
Wednesday, November 13, 2013
Language
Language is the attribution of significance to an arrangement.
I know I can disappear into language.
Putting into words those actions and presentation that appear intuitively those simplest of things are the hardest.
English is learning to speak the world.
Just having got the hang of it, birth me a language you bastard child. A shit over a fresh corpse.
The language is use. Universal language is slavery. Only those who wield language as a weapon of mass control are the fuckwits stifling the flows and so not thereby also must condemn language.
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I know I can disappear into language.
Putting into words those actions and presentation that appear intuitively those simplest of things are the hardest.
English is learning to speak the world.
Just having got the hang of it, birth me a language you bastard child. A shit over a fresh corpse.
The language is use. Universal language is slavery. Only those who wield language as a weapon of mass control are the fuckwits stifling the flows and so not thereby also must condemn language.
Tuesday, November 12, 2013
London
This city will still be there tomorrow unless something radical simultaneously clicks within everyone at the same time and we get a mass existential exodus.
The dream is a custard tart. The reality is a kick in the teeth with a steel capped boot polished with the best shit Germany has to offer. But it is still shit. you only have to smell it.
This Western giganticism is abhorrent and to be thrown to the arabs to be picked over for scraps.
This is such a horrible place. Let me explain. This is certainly not the best of possible world. The neurotics are running the show, are constantly doing all sorts of inane activities to avoid the malfunction that they are. You not?
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The dream is a custard tart. The reality is a kick in the teeth with a steel capped boot polished with the best shit Germany has to offer. But it is still shit. you only have to smell it.
This Western giganticism is abhorrent and to be thrown to the arabs to be picked over for scraps.
This is such a horrible place. Let me explain. This is certainly not the best of possible world. The neurotics are running the show, are constantly doing all sorts of inane activities to avoid the malfunction that they are. You not?
Monday, November 11, 2013
London
Whole days of evening. Prowler and lurkers patrolling the streams and tributaries.
Cartoon characters of men march around proud with the chest stuck out and the air of disregard for motor vehicles far larger than their swiftly gait.
London is its own country.
There are advertisements for sex everywhere, but you never see it. It strolls down the street flicking the hips, holstered on heel. There is a brothel next door. The one with the windows boarded up and only red lights emitted.
London is an old massive animal machine edifice.
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Cartoon characters of men march around proud with the chest stuck out and the air of disregard for motor vehicles far larger than their swiftly gait.
London is its own country.
There are advertisements for sex everywhere, but you never see it. It strolls down the street flicking the hips, holstered on heel. There is a brothel next door. The one with the windows boarded up and only red lights emitted.
London is an old massive animal machine edifice.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Friday, November 08, 2013
London
You can hear Blake singing in the alley around here.
The space are tightly packed and even twitching with judgement.
London is too expensive for too many creatives to be clustered where the living is good. so who is the writer tapping away on that typewriter all day and all night driving the neighbourhood insane with wonderment as to precisely what it is that is so fucking interesting to be found within this space that makes most of the others cringe?
There is no turning back when you keep walking against the cries of a baby that has just fallen down a flight of front steps.
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The space are tightly packed and even twitching with judgement.
London is too expensive for too many creatives to be clustered where the living is good. so who is the writer tapping away on that typewriter all day and all night driving the neighbourhood insane with wonderment as to precisely what it is that is so fucking interesting to be found within this space that makes most of the others cringe?
There is no turning back when you keep walking against the cries of a baby that has just fallen down a flight of front steps.
Thursday, November 07, 2013
London
London is a labyrinthian airport war museum raid dance in flames.
In the land of commonsense the lower classes have the rage of the wish they were kings and queen in their suburban sub-divided canals and rows of houses all bearing down upon the frozen feet of the soul we drag around.
Crime as career is huge here. Where is the system when the reality of too many people too close for comfort is up your nose?
If the dogs jump you in the tube the pigs get the dna on file.
Apparently Shoreditch has more artists per square metre than any other region in the world, and yet it is hard to see anything resembling culture coming out of this.
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In the land of commonsense the lower classes have the rage of the wish they were kings and queen in their suburban sub-divided canals and rows of houses all bearing down upon the frozen feet of the soul we drag around.
Crime as career is huge here. Where is the system when the reality of too many people too close for comfort is up your nose?
If the dogs jump you in the tube the pigs get the dna on file.
Apparently Shoreditch has more artists per square metre than any other region in the world, and yet it is hard to see anything resembling culture coming out of this.
Wednesday, November 06, 2013
London
Preferential squattors' rights. No ginger rats or rappers.
Dinner for nine on 85p. Very tired makers leafing through a book underneath the table searching for new songs to sing tomorrow.
Making the home an office when someone has a rod stuck up their bum. Come down here Harriet and hang out. Face it.
Nothing new to report back upon besides the rays slicing through at great rates to coincide with Autumn, stormed rivulets bobbling about four story photosynthesising oxygenators novelly arrayed.
The streets are a socratic speakeasy.
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Dinner for nine on 85p. Very tired makers leafing through a book underneath the table searching for new songs to sing tomorrow.
Making the home an office when someone has a rod stuck up their bum. Come down here Harriet and hang out. Face it.
Nothing new to report back upon besides the rays slicing through at great rates to coincide with Autumn, stormed rivulets bobbling about four story photosynthesising oxygenators novelly arrayed.
The streets are a socratic speakeasy.
Tuesday, November 05, 2013
London
Tried to stay in societal discourse but all that came back were recipes for self distraction. Get a train somewhere to walk around and bring back findings. Rehydrate with water and chew it down or dry the urine and encapsulate.
Charlotte is still going on about the nutella. Bitchface. I'd live with Maxie if that does not tell you everything it does not tell you anything.
I already feel like an elderflower passing about stories of you becoming reclusive watching what I am most terrified by flittering across the image of franchise. Sunday shambles, pancakes at Amy;s or Guinness with Mindy and Ryan down from Glasgow with Fraz or staying in for a little eating deadskin very good for you slowly slowly. To end up at the hope and anchor.
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Charlotte is still going on about the nutella. Bitchface. I'd live with Maxie if that does not tell you everything it does not tell you anything.
I already feel like an elderflower passing about stories of you becoming reclusive watching what I am most terrified by flittering across the image of franchise. Sunday shambles, pancakes at Amy;s or Guinness with Mindy and Ryan down from Glasgow with Fraz or staying in for a little eating deadskin very good for you slowly slowly. To end up at the hope and anchor.
Monday, November 04, 2013
London
Barbara wonders whether London is the best place within which to pursue a course of contemplation. But it's the belly of the beast, I report. Everything that is wrong with the West is here to slap you in the face with its reality.
I am lonely and depressed in this couch shuffle. We could try the bridge or else sleep awake amongst seventy swans snuggling for warmth.
The city is constantly being downed with aircraft exhaust. A very fine mist thereby dampens the intensity of the sun staring out of cloudless skies. It is all otherwise most glorious. Another masterstroke of human technological indirect ingenuity.
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I am lonely and depressed in this couch shuffle. We could try the bridge or else sleep awake amongst seventy swans snuggling for warmth.
The city is constantly being downed with aircraft exhaust. A very fine mist thereby dampens the intensity of the sun staring out of cloudless skies. It is all otherwise most glorious. Another masterstroke of human technological indirect ingenuity.
Friday, November 01, 2013
London
It is a spew-pit that wants to grow of its own accord in the absence of value determining markers.
A red scarf, blonde streaks, quirky proclivities, self-righteous gesticulations, there is an alarm somewhere. The times are tough but there are some things that the animals absolutely could not live without. The surfeit of material.
Dogbodies and territorialisation/ing nobodies sucking in big gulps of o2 and emitting degenerative frequencies; stares that take, that search, for another morsel of vitality to feast upon.
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A red scarf, blonde streaks, quirky proclivities, self-righteous gesticulations, there is an alarm somewhere. The times are tough but there are some things that the animals absolutely could not live without. The surfeit of material.
Dogbodies and territorialisation/ing nobodies sucking in big gulps of o2 and emitting degenerative frequencies; stares that take, that search, for another morsel of vitality to feast upon.