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Monday, March 31, 2014
Writing
The forward slash is a sham. Bite the fucking bullet and let go of all comprehension, assessing and attempts to herd monkeys into composing Shakespeare. Repeat after me: nothing I ever do will be significant.
Let loose on the thought wagon. The coming and going of characters vacuum across the page. Dust collectors, shit snaring devices. A regular emu pickup parade at red camera lights.
What are we doing with these messes of words? These oblique structures rub against each other in an attempt to propagate.
To write is to characterise. To go under ascription, to attack or despise. In writing nothing is left unturned.
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Let loose on the thought wagon. The coming and going of characters vacuum across the page. Dust collectors, shit snaring devices. A regular emu pickup parade at red camera lights.
What are we doing with these messes of words? These oblique structures rub against each other in an attempt to propagate.
To write is to characterise. To go under ascription, to attack or despise. In writing nothing is left unturned.
Friday, March 28, 2014
Writing
Feel it in your fingers. Writing is not in the mind, it is a rhythm in the joints it is a bodily dance onto paper. Flesh out of joint leaves an inky mark. Stuck keys are syncopated lover making rhtythms.
Scene change. Struggling with the everyday.
Find an empty room, empty of you and fill it with you ego with your orgasm. Find the moisturiser with whatever is in reach.
Lots of little bits buildiing into a packed structure. Break it down and explicate the detail of what is at work here.
The handwriting age lives on in the travelling gonzo.
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Scene change. Struggling with the everyday.
Find an empty room, empty of you and fill it with you ego with your orgasm. Find the moisturiser with whatever is in reach.
Lots of little bits buildiing into a packed structure. Break it down and explicate the detail of what is at work here.
The handwriting age lives on in the travelling gonzo.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Writing
Building up a relation of concepts into a web and tying webs together into a narrative.
Presentation is the book.
This fear makes me happy because the narrative is a construction and I am doing it. I am constructing. Now to find where the dastradly beast was born. To find the placenta and sift through it as if it were holy entrails...this BASTARD child.
Breathing without thought.
It is not analytical. It is meditation. Not to be pressed into concept.
Easy possibilities are taints to the narrative as side-stories grow in their imagination.
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Presentation is the book.
This fear makes me happy because the narrative is a construction and I am doing it. I am constructing. Now to find where the dastradly beast was born. To find the placenta and sift through it as if it were holy entrails...this BASTARD child.
Breathing without thought.
It is not analytical. It is meditation. Not to be pressed into concept.
Easy possibilities are taints to the narrative as side-stories grow in their imagination.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Writing
Perhaps this has all been too much on the one side or too little on the other but we must think more importantly on what value of entertainment has been derived. Thus far, for what little worth there is, we can muster the courage to scream 'we are note bored yet'.
I work in the concept, the lightweight medium of the nomad. Whenever the stations settle the building is immediate. Tactical is only a side of the strategic. Vice versa. Objects come into play as the concept manifests mutations.
Put the habit to the test, work under all conditions. The body is another concept.
The fingers remember the keys and all the shit variations tottle down the law of averages wayside. Look at them run down the gutter, out to sea, washing up on foreign lands. Perhaps they are better in translation.
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I work in the concept, the lightweight medium of the nomad. Whenever the stations settle the building is immediate. Tactical is only a side of the strategic. Vice versa. Objects come into play as the concept manifests mutations.
Put the habit to the test, work under all conditions. The body is another concept.
The fingers remember the keys and all the shit variations tottle down the law of averages wayside. Look at them run down the gutter, out to sea, washing up on foreign lands. Perhaps they are better in translation.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Writing
Search through shit with a chamois and see what polishes what shines what one gets away with. It is a process of elimination: to take all known variables and a few unknowns out of the equation. Approximation is all we have in this game. Victory is only an halucination.
I need to get another page out while the iron of feeling tilters on the boiling point of anguish.
All is shorthand. Pull out your cipher and turn to page 63. Take note. This will not be repeated. Co-ordinates shall be given along with the time of act.
You-have-to-love-writing-but-not-what-you-write; they say it like a mantra. Shit spews forth, bubbles over and regurgitates itself.
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I need to get another page out while the iron of feeling tilters on the boiling point of anguish.
All is shorthand. Pull out your cipher and turn to page 63. Take note. This will not be repeated. Co-ordinates shall be given along with the time of act.
You-have-to-love-writing-but-not-what-you-write; they say it like a mantra. Shit spews forth, bubbles over and regurgitates itself.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Writing
Typing to classical music can be a rich experience. Isolate the habit and then destroy. Inevitably another will take its place and you will then do the same. When you have done this enough times you will be able to sit on the other side of this experience staring into the patterns and repetitions that your imagination builds out of the divine wreckage of the world.
Radicalise the detail. The hardline mutancies are on the surface in great indeterminate numbers.
Catch everything that is going by and be what you do not see: an exception.
OK so I break the rules but the style has a firm basis in the standard. The starting point; to cover the baseline always.
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Radicalise the detail. The hardline mutancies are on the surface in great indeterminate numbers.
Catch everything that is going by and be what you do not see: an exception.
OK so I break the rules but the style has a firm basis in the standard. The starting point; to cover the baseline always.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Writing
You know when you get a thought that comes from somewhere and demands a trajectory all of its own. Respond to the intensity. Respond to it in different time.
You inevitably read Miller to see how he lived the life of the writer without compromise.
The thoughts have to be trialed in multiple directions, to multiple audiences. Hence the utility of writing to a string of all sorts.
Wandering however puts the mind to bed on what had not been written yet.
The machine in body conversation: i body you machine. Together we make poo and export it across the globe.
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You inevitably read Miller to see how he lived the life of the writer without compromise.
The thoughts have to be trialed in multiple directions, to multiple audiences. Hence the utility of writing to a string of all sorts.
Wandering however puts the mind to bed on what had not been written yet.
The machine in body conversation: i body you machine. Together we make poo and export it across the globe.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Writing
Poetry literature is so tomorrow it is already yesterday. If it can exist it already has and is already shit.
Twenty-four hours in a bunker without light nor hope of escape.
Just as long as the words keep getting sent on down I am happy to spit them out into the world for general consumption.
The final analysis is in.
What of the torture of writing in english when to not write and yet speak english seems the prison? Socrates did not need a typewriter to be a cunt to everyone.
On the one hand there is solipsistic tunnelling, on the other interactivity. The other is always there.
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Twenty-four hours in a bunker without light nor hope of escape.
Just as long as the words keep getting sent on down I am happy to spit them out into the world for general consumption.
The final analysis is in.
What of the torture of writing in english when to not write and yet speak english seems the prison? Socrates did not need a typewriter to be a cunt to everyone.
On the one hand there is solipsistic tunnelling, on the other interactivity. The other is always there.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Writing
The thoughts that lead the next generation get drip fed to those that are able to listen in and freely transcribe the dialogue that arrives once the sense of authorship is eliminated from all literary practice.
You work and work yourself up to that state that rends complete incomprehension.
Coherency is a luxury like a nice long nail with which to pick the nose, or a carriage tension that takes the paper up at the same distance each time.
It doesn't need to be such a hard slog. It could be something light and frivolous. The horses actually come to prefer the blinkers.
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You work and work yourself up to that state that rends complete incomprehension.
Coherency is a luxury like a nice long nail with which to pick the nose, or a carriage tension that takes the paper up at the same distance each time.
It doesn't need to be such a hard slog. It could be something light and frivolous. The horses actually come to prefer the blinkers.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Writing
Do not overthink, think through.
Writer seeks pretty young thing to hold yidiki whilst the master types.
What kind of work is there in and around for the writer outside of the academic juggernaught?
We are the inbetweens. Not quite fully of yesterday and not quite fully of tomorrow. There is an increase in sensitivity that brings with it rewards and punishments but is justified in its being as product of becoming.
From cliché to cliché throwing pages away.
Potentially each sentence should be tight enough to draw out into an even tighter aphorism.
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Writer seeks pretty young thing to hold yidiki whilst the master types.
What kind of work is there in and around for the writer outside of the academic juggernaught?
We are the inbetweens. Not quite fully of yesterday and not quite fully of tomorrow. There is an increase in sensitivity that brings with it rewards and punishments but is justified in its being as product of becoming.
From cliché to cliché throwing pages away.
Potentially each sentence should be tight enough to draw out into an even tighter aphorism.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Writing
To speak at all, to write at all, seems a crime if we were not also dancing.
I really need complete isolation when these writing depths are plumbed. The frequency jarring is endemic for the fragile.
Where is the stale author?
The writer is not a reader.
Maintain the intensity that the thesis lodged you upon.
The most important thing of all is to have a good cave. I don't care what anyone else says about the joys of nomadism - a cave needn't be a palace, just a palce to disembowel yourself free from judgement.
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I really need complete isolation when these writing depths are plumbed. The frequency jarring is endemic for the fragile.
Where is the stale author?
The writer is not a reader.
Maintain the intensity that the thesis lodged you upon.
The most important thing of all is to have a good cave. I don't care what anyone else says about the joys of nomadism - a cave needn't be a palace, just a palce to disembowel yourself free from judgement.
Friday, March 14, 2014
Wordsworth
Since late September I have been rambling through the lakes district where you would get shot if you walk in aphorisms that go against the comfort of mediocrity in messianic orgies.
I fill up on pasta before heading out into the big bad world with its hard edges and cold damp spaces. One upon a time the world was a welcoming place, then someone built a road.
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I fill up on pasta before heading out into the big bad world with its hard edges and cold damp spaces. One upon a time the world was a welcoming place, then someone built a road.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Wealthfare
Drawling class is a mix of the completely useless, underutilised, unwanted and unwanting. Those trained standing up front cannot help themselves. They too ought to take a seat in class. Think positive.
The infection grows. Soon there will be nothing but amputation. One would let it grow as far as death but from some.
Live in the scope of the poor and one will be inevitably wealthy.
Not merely subsistence but psycho subsistence; my ego has got to come with me.
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The infection grows. Soon there will be nothing but amputation. One would let it grow as far as death but from some.
Live in the scope of the poor and one will be inevitably wealthy.
Not merely subsistence but psycho subsistence; my ego has got to come with me.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Time
This is a today tomoorw will be yesterday.
Cut-up, displace, derailed etc.
The future may be open but the past is jammed shut.
The chronos of the Greek saturate the body with peaks and troughs of hills and valleys only to fall into the open sea of Judaic time spent waiting around for a lifeboat.
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Cut-up, displace, derailed etc.
The future may be open but the past is jammed shut.
The chronos of the Greek saturate the body with peaks and troughs of hills and valleys only to fall into the open sea of Judaic time spent waiting around for a lifeboat.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Time
The best part of forever is now.
Daylight breaks this terrible mess of ladder climbing.
There is already too much clock within a day. Dissolve space as occupation. Destroy the year; that structured cycle of psychological achievemetn. I have so much time in which to die.
No moment is return from all arriving to. Even memories assert themselves positively forwards. A forward shaping consciousness projecting itself onto imagination.
The other throws time over you: diachronic.
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Daylight breaks this terrible mess of ladder climbing.
There is already too much clock within a day. Dissolve space as occupation. Destroy the year; that structured cycle of psychological achievemetn. I have so much time in which to die.
No moment is return from all arriving to. Even memories assert themselves positively forwards. A forward shaping consciousness projecting itself onto imagination.
The other throws time over you: diachronic.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Time
The bus ticket releases itself from the table. The adhesive over exerted itself and the cardboard lifts. Time variation.
Different spaces have different time codes. That is a space has a timecode, a productivity type and a scale of its own.
Frog hopping concepts in the distance. Throw a blanket over the shoulders and change conception.
I am content with (x) now, I shall be content with (x) always.
A shallow figure cuts through synchronicity splitting it between chronos and aegos.
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Different spaces have different time codes. That is a space has a timecode, a productivity type and a scale of its own.
Frog hopping concepts in the distance. Throw a blanket over the shoulders and change conception.
I am content with (x) now, I shall be content with (x) always.
A shallow figure cuts through synchronicity splitting it between chronos and aegos.
Friday, March 07, 2014
Tradition
Taxation systems operate on meritorious trust. All parties need to know that all parties know.
Highrises perpetuate the accident of collapse. a suicidal tendential.
The relationship with things in a binary: health/unhealthy. Let go or be burdened.
Familial pressure to procreate.
Extended family.
Breeders.
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Highrises perpetuate the accident of collapse. a suicidal tendential.
The relationship with things in a binary: health/unhealthy. Let go or be burdened.
Familial pressure to procreate.
Extended family.
Breeders.
Thursday, March 06, 2014
Truth
And the Soviets knew them from the photos in their small underground rags.
I read it in the paper so it must be true.
A shared perception in situ.
A rainbow carnage festival.
That not congruent resulting from action is thereby untruth. All else is.
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I read it in the paper so it must be true.
A shared perception in situ.
A rainbow carnage festival.
That not congruent resulting from action is thereby untruth. All else is.
Wednesday, March 05, 2014
Thought
Technology has allowed us to wipe out the need for independant-autonomous thought.
The simplest things are ok to say. Profundity is misguided idiocy.
Concepting: you create a concept about a world.
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The simplest things are ok to say. Profundity is misguided idiocy.
Concepting: you create a concept about a world.
Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Shape
It would have made more sense to leave it to somebody else.
One can only dismantle what one has built, because that is the single familiarity.
The subject has manageable problems.
I duplicates self. I may become thing, and as a thing is duplicated. Simultaneously thing and not-thing.
Sense certainty: takes up the world; is initiated by desire to create tools in order to satisfy desire; is always dissatisfied because it cannot create absolute objects of knowledge that will be for all time.
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One can only dismantle what one has built, because that is the single familiarity.
The subject has manageable problems.
I duplicates self. I may become thing, and as a thing is duplicated. Simultaneously thing and not-thing.
Sense certainty: takes up the world; is initiated by desire to create tools in order to satisfy desire; is always dissatisfied because it cannot create absolute objects of knowledge that will be for all time.
Monday, March 03, 2014
Shape
Take a day cruise in a cyclone.
All the touching becomes the final hurdle as bound amongst the flesh is the feeling. Every pleasure has its pain.
Murder is an unconscious shape.
Pluralism has entered and dissolved identity, whom like clarity was always left wanting. Burdensome prick, cut it off. Make me a woman.
I is dialectic.
A shape with a boundary knows nothing. Shapes without boundaries no of boundaries.
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All the touching becomes the final hurdle as bound amongst the flesh is the feeling. Every pleasure has its pain.
Murder is an unconscious shape.
Pluralism has entered and dissolved identity, whom like clarity was always left wanting. Burdensome prick, cut it off. Make me a woman.
I is dialectic.
A shape with a boundary knows nothing. Shapes without boundaries no of boundaries.