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Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Das Mitgefuhl
Do not eliminate the idiocy just limit it. Did you think everyone was happy over here in the west? Hadn't you heard that victory is not everything? The capitalist free market is now a global phenomenon totally inescapable. We are just working on the detail, the inevitable detail. And those with market capital are exploiting all those without, and those with a little privately collude to squeeze more from another. The waking dragon will not let the individual ego off so lightly this time.
There is a constant drone of vehicles up and down the great avenue. It drowns out the singsong symphony of bird and squirrel which is the soundscape of the german classicist. That illusion is now only to be found within an hermetically sealed limousine moving through a parking lot of a city on the way to sunshine a full belly and an intoxicated mind.
When there is so much attachment to a region, here in the old world, what surprise there is to see the lack of understanding, the complete lack of empathy for another part of the same rock. Not to feel the content, but to not even feel the act; believing is drinking water. The failure to recognise is a definitional problem, a linguistic problem, e.g. an european is...
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There is a constant drone of vehicles up and down the great avenue. It drowns out the singsong symphony of bird and squirrel which is the soundscape of the german classicist. That illusion is now only to be found within an hermetically sealed limousine moving through a parking lot of a city on the way to sunshine a full belly and an intoxicated mind.
When there is so much attachment to a region, here in the old world, what surprise there is to see the lack of understanding, the complete lack of empathy for another part of the same rock. Not to feel the content, but to not even feel the act; believing is drinking water. The failure to recognise is a definitional problem, a linguistic problem, e.g. an european is...
Tuesday, April 29, 2014
le bombe le lutte le catta
Nuclear redraws war. Illustrates a silent fart in a crowded elevator. Do we really want to drop on of those motherfuckers in here? The weapon of undesirable consequence. The aim is not just to get one lunatic through the impenetrable populations into the colonies to piss freely into the ocean.
Everyone still reckons the Belgian beer is safe to drink, but I am not so sure anymore. First the chips went sour then the beer. Here come the riots.
You with yourself against everyone. Join in the fight to save these precious undefendable battlers who are getting a rough deal. Underdogs. For the plastic bag that falls through mid street crossing holding milk and eggs. For the little doodles of hope and freedom in the corners of calenders as fond souvenirs of something untouchable and not yet a part of this great mess we are in together fucking it up for everyone. Never to confess to ourselves that what does not go into this mouth goes into another. To hold onto ego as god and when I go the world comes with me.
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Everyone still reckons the Belgian beer is safe to drink, but I am not so sure anymore. First the chips went sour then the beer. Here come the riots.
You with yourself against everyone. Join in the fight to save these precious undefendable battlers who are getting a rough deal. Underdogs. For the plastic bag that falls through mid street crossing holding milk and eggs. For the little doodles of hope and freedom in the corners of calenders as fond souvenirs of something untouchable and not yet a part of this great mess we are in together fucking it up for everyone. Never to confess to ourselves that what does not go into this mouth goes into another. To hold onto ego as god and when I go the world comes with me.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Motherhood
Perhaps large breasts are a sign of fertility. A fat baby is a healthy baby. The larger the udder the more milk produced, the more milk available the more milk consumed.
The post modern nuclear family in green comes prepackaged with a fashionable radicalism and a competitive spirit. Buy bIo and sublet the future child's bedroom. Each member reaching for stardom working together in a constellation.
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The post modern nuclear family in green comes prepackaged with a fashionable radicalism and a competitive spirit. Buy bIo and sublet the future child's bedroom. Each member reaching for stardom working together in a constellation.
Friday, April 25, 2014
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Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Co-operative Living
An alpha-wide foil shortage is a descent into Hobbesian madness.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Custom
Get out of the habit of civility and take notice of your own proclivities. They are often prettier.
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Monday, April 21, 2014
Community
Community is needed to ward off the vices.
I talk about community whilst searching for a cave.
Habit affords interaction.
Within a community one has behaviour verified.
Community if excess production; Mitteil.
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I talk about community whilst searching for a cave.
Habit affords interaction.
Within a community one has behaviour verified.
Community if excess production; Mitteil.
Friday, April 18, 2014
Consciousness
Consciousness is an unhinged and frightened point of perception without ground from which to take root. Shooting out from the middle, taking up and discarding.
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Thursday, April 17, 2014
Consciousness
Consciousness is operative physiology.
There is nothing resembling consciousness slowing itself down to the frequency upon which perception turns upon itself.
Choice.
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There is nothing resembling consciousness slowing itself down to the frequency upon which perception turns upon itself.
Choice.
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Colonialism
Scientific racism is rampant in Australia. Our fair nation has suffered the woes of physical anthropology for too long. Biology has manipulated the method of polotics.
In Australia the project of colonisation has ceased mid-flight. There is the dead foetus of the abortion of the replication of the privileged class.
We from the colonies have cultural sub-terrain vengeance toward our ancestors. Where were we when the loot came home?
Build the bunker and then send out the bunker building instructions. The colony spreads.
The indigenous people of Australia were able to survive for thousands of generations eventually arriving to a symbiotic existence saturated with dance, song and ceremony.
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In Australia the project of colonisation has ceased mid-flight. There is the dead foetus of the abortion of the replication of the privileged class.
We from the colonies have cultural sub-terrain vengeance toward our ancestors. Where were we when the loot came home?
Build the bunker and then send out the bunker building instructions. The colony spreads.
The indigenous people of Australia were able to survive for thousands of generations eventually arriving to a symbiotic existence saturated with dance, song and ceremony.
Tuesday, April 15, 2014
Writing
A perspective of memory in words. A perspective that has observed that the world fractures. A system that never closes and ascertains the said in saying.
I will give you a consistent voice if you are not careful. And yet the stable centre never seems to be there long enough for me to say things with any form of directness to you. I am not strict enough with my terms. One must dig and dig until a burrow is fabricated.
The typewriter becomes the sound of rain.
The paragraph divide is as arbitrary as the connection between one word and the next.
The writing come out on demand.
Steal from conversation.
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I will give you a consistent voice if you are not careful. And yet the stable centre never seems to be there long enough for me to say things with any form of directness to you. I am not strict enough with my terms. One must dig and dig until a burrow is fabricated.
The typewriter becomes the sound of rain.
The paragraph divide is as arbitrary as the connection between one word and the next.
The writing come out on demand.
Steal from conversation.
Monday, April 14, 2014
Zombie
Can the mind be improvised? Feelings are what separate the zombies from the inspired.
Youth is a setting sun. A perspective from which the world is in decline. A world in which the established ways are bound to collapse under the energy of the new.
The rhythmic sound of the typewriter makes one feel as though work is being done. There is no illusion, or the illusion is complete. A demystification of the outside world.
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Youth is a setting sun. A perspective from which the world is in decline. A world in which the established ways are bound to collapse under the energy of the new.
The rhythmic sound of the typewriter makes one feel as though work is being done. There is no illusion, or the illusion is complete. A demystification of the outside world.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Writing
The 'yet written; is yelling. From whence this desire to be a 'primary' text? Someone somewhere will study anything that believes in itself enough to have held everything horrid and beautiful in the world at a distance for long enough that a troglodyte was able to develop in its own in its little cave somewhere off in the middle of a dream sequence.
The trick is obvious; live within the minorities and report bolstering and beautifying cries of Joyce, Proust, Beckett, Lawrence, Miller, Blake, and Kafka.
The page as the work of highest art.
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The trick is obvious; live within the minorities and report bolstering and beautifying cries of Joyce, Proust, Beckett, Lawrence, Miller, Blake, and Kafka.
The page as the work of highest art.
Thursday, April 10, 2014
Writing
A garden money ground to death forcing feeling into aphorisms that spur the sun onwards through the death of an idiotic world without patience, temperance nor love.
Sitting still and etching out something equanimity within this contrived puzzle of neurological undulation.
A writer, I think, is a frenzied neurotic that is forever tapping away at some antiquated machine. As though the machine and the little brain throbbed as one.
The cars go left to right more than the paper.
Kick distraction. Toss it off into the wind and never pick it up again. No longer write down a place or sign a name.
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Sitting still and etching out something equanimity within this contrived puzzle of neurological undulation.
A writer, I think, is a frenzied neurotic that is forever tapping away at some antiquated machine. As though the machine and the little brain throbbed as one.
The cars go left to right more than the paper.
Kick distraction. Toss it off into the wind and never pick it up again. No longer write down a place or sign a name.
Wednesday, April 09, 2014
Writing
Alcohol as mental lubricant, social adhesive and sexual catalyst.
Here we all is sitting in front of our terminals. Tippity tapping away, we are the super heroes with sexual function.
I am sorry words for the mistreatment that is being wrecked upon you being bound up with mind running on when boy is pulled out and cords get cut simply in the act of thinking that there is no more value in existence within words than within the company of others.
THe bottom of my entrails getting a good scraping. It all gets sorted through. Writing is this for me and that for others.
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Here we all is sitting in front of our terminals. Tippity tapping away, we are the super heroes with sexual function.
I am sorry words for the mistreatment that is being wrecked upon you being bound up with mind running on when boy is pulled out and cords get cut simply in the act of thinking that there is no more value in existence within words than within the company of others.
THe bottom of my entrails getting a good scraping. It all gets sorted through. Writing is this for me and that for others.
Tuesday, April 08, 2014
Writing
Sit down and have a type. You want to fuck, have a wank, get that juice out. Do away with the provocation of the other. Disregard the inclination of survival.
A burying of oneself alive out of consideration of the impending destruction. No labour worth doing without enjoyment, but suffering to be glad of completion in the end of suffering. So let us go quietly into that deep cold night for what on ehad here was not wanted and slips easily from the hand.
Is the target there to shoot at or is it in ephemera? Is it nothing but a hollow inspiration to bring about self criticism and harsh practicality in the reader?
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A burying of oneself alive out of consideration of the impending destruction. No labour worth doing without enjoyment, but suffering to be glad of completion in the end of suffering. So let us go quietly into that deep cold night for what on ehad here was not wanted and slips easily from the hand.
Is the target there to shoot at or is it in ephemera? Is it nothing but a hollow inspiration to bring about self criticism and harsh practicality in the reader?
Monday, April 07, 2014
Writing
Repeat phrases and self refer. This is another technique of meaning building.
A pint in which the casing splits and the inside is the outside. One page before no more page. I cannot see the curve of the globe from where I am seated. There is only fence and treetops where the sun dapples of an afternoon.
The words run out dry up convoluted. I am still going. This is the only way. To hit back at the slobbish monster unravelling in the corner. Take whatever is needed.
As soon as I sit behind this great beast, Satie in situ, all the woes of that charade outside burn.
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A pint in which the casing splits and the inside is the outside. One page before no more page. I cannot see the curve of the globe from where I am seated. There is only fence and treetops where the sun dapples of an afternoon.
The words run out dry up convoluted. I am still going. This is the only way. To hit back at the slobbish monster unravelling in the corner. Take whatever is needed.
As soon as I sit behind this great beast, Satie in situ, all the woes of that charade outside burn.
Saturday, April 05, 2014
Friday, April 04, 2014
Writing
There are days to write and there are days worth writing about. Bike riding wall climbing in and out and over walls windows wire fence chicken grinding imagine finding more empty space.
Try anything that fits. Enter an occasion reinvigorating novelty in ritual. Instil motion with spiritual significance via appropriation. Just steal.
Slip in the stolen. Return those footnotes without discrepancy. Make an idea one's own. Rearrange.
Working through systematically, crossing off definition and affiliated workarounds, whilst quielty adding clause tools and object sauces into a muesli glue.
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Try anything that fits. Enter an occasion reinvigorating novelty in ritual. Instil motion with spiritual significance via appropriation. Just steal.
Slip in the stolen. Return those footnotes without discrepancy. Make an idea one's own. Rearrange.
Working through systematically, crossing off definition and affiliated workarounds, whilst quielty adding clause tools and object sauces into a muesli glue.
Thursday, April 03, 2014
Writing
If I keep spitting this out surely I will eventually get down what it is I am concepting. That growing sensation within and without manifesting in the physical and perceivable forms. The upwelling of creative manufacture out of the bodily processes: shit vomit blood sweat tears wax mucus.
To reflect and put into words those fleeting gestures that do not collect nor form a whole, but are left forever open, unfinished.
open unfinished
New neat little tricks crop upon a typewriter the more you use it. An integrated intuitive learning system, use as you learn, immediate satisfaction. The carpet burn from a night of incest slowly heals.
Do as thou wilt signpost jacking no stopping.
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To reflect and put into words those fleeting gestures that do not collect nor form a whole, but are left forever open, unfinished.
open unfinished
New neat little tricks crop upon a typewriter the more you use it. An integrated intuitive learning system, use as you learn, immediate satisfaction. The carpet burn from a night of incest slowly heals.
Do as thou wilt signpost jacking no stopping.
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Writing
The shorthand is in the abstraction. Load up terms and set signposts along the way. Paragraphing techniques and going over terms burn in that first going over. Nothing is brazen like first times. Not time to give the tuba a dust over let alone a blow.
I just write down what I say or what I am doing. It is not a dialogue it is a monologue.
Consideration is tremendous. Compare the typesetting machines with today's laser printers. No detail no attachment.
Trading beans for milk and cows for cups. New face burn a hole in memory. This is on the horizon: youarethehorizon.
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I just write down what I say or what I am doing. It is not a dialogue it is a monologue.
Consideration is tremendous. Compare the typesetting machines with today's laser printers. No detail no attachment.
Trading beans for milk and cows for cups. New face burn a hole in memory. This is on the horizon: youarethehorizon.
Tuesday, April 01, 2014
Writing
Stories come out on scattergrams.
The keeper is the one in which the reading continues far into the read.
Take it to a publisher they scream. The passion is not being read but having written.
Movement in the fingers is the spellcheck. The relation with the word is physical. I can feel it. Every syllable.
Step the thesis down and give me the nuts and bolts one at a time. Expose the negative frame by frame. Pages turned on lathes.
Work must be able to be carried out in any conditions under all contexts.
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The keeper is the one in which the reading continues far into the read.
Take it to a publisher they scream. The passion is not being read but having written.
Movement in the fingers is the spellcheck. The relation with the word is physical. I can feel it. Every syllable.
Step the thesis down and give me the nuts and bolts one at a time. Expose the negative frame by frame. Pages turned on lathes.
Work must be able to be carried out in any conditions under all contexts.