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Tuesday, June 30, 2015
death of a poet
i am still listening to bob, going over the complete back catalogue just to have something to feel, as if death were around the corner and not already with me.
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Monday, June 29, 2015
Alès
unsustainable explosive burst of the whizz band and blur of a film festival, a get together with something to see something to do somewhere to be at sometime, nothing like the energy drawn out by lateness, nervous energy, we could miss something, well let me tell you that you already are missing life it is passing you by...for those in the entertainment industry here to entertain those who cannot entertain themselves. Rilke's letters sit next to without pause.
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Sunday, June 28, 2015
Friday, June 26, 2015
the circuit's dead, there's something wrong
searching for a little control of the ship, perhaps get it off this circular course, cause i am just not feeling the movement expanding outwards never closer to death on the struggle.
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Thursday, June 25, 2015
ode to charles b.
it's the little things
the broken shoelaces
on the way out at the door
the shove of an elbow
that sends the red wine flying
the dollar overcharge
for the coffee on the train
the introduction to the single
other native english speaker
on a saturday night
the wrong change at the
checkout after fighing
over every promotional
price not registereed
it's all the little things
that crop up under the
lack of attention to detail
with life moving so quickly
all the little things are
only an impression
of a blur through a dirty
window of a speeding train.
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the broken shoelaces
on the way out at the door
the shove of an elbow
that sends the red wine flying
the dollar overcharge
for the coffee on the train
the introduction to the single
other native english speaker
on a saturday night
the wrong change at the
checkout after fighing
over every promotional
price not registereed
it's all the little things
that crop up under the
lack of attention to detail
with life moving so quickly
all the little things are
only an impression
of a blur through a dirty
window of a speeding train.
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
rer gare de pantin
it is a train passageway, stand up and exit the booth to find yourself passing from room to room, nearly always someone standing at the ready by the window en garde.
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Tuesday, June 23, 2015
burning way out there - rocket man
sucking on a lifeline, dangling from a thread, whyever did i get out of bed this morning. someone stomping around overhead, getting ready to go for a run by the canal, got to get some of that excess energy out of the room, here is a rhythm to live on top of another. just too much consume for such a little space. give the running man space to run and the thinking man space to think. his own preconceptions are going to undermine the stability of mind he has built up around himself, these walls are going to come tumbling down, realising that there is indeed a lot of pleasure in this not so insensible world. the core desires have not changed, he could refine them, instead he runs off into the next junk circuit hip craze fad of an ideal trend. just keep consciousness distracted until the conditions for life expire.
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Monday, June 22, 2015
empathy in film
Spielberg's films illustrate empathy by defining and clarifying the concept in action - the films are manifestations of empathy.
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Friday, June 19, 2015
hookah hey
it is hard to soar like an eagle when surrounded by pigeons.
never is the eagle so humble as when he learns from the crow.
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never is the eagle so humble as when he learns from the crow.
Thursday, June 18, 2015
Wednesday, June 17, 2015
a simple monkey pleasure
a junkie response to the increasing intensity is a harder need. the people are going to need stronger and stronger doses of misunderstanding just to reset the dials. the tv just aint doing it no more by winding some biblical path back to creation.
there is no getting back, no going back, only going through. exit the written via the written. rock and roll through rock and roll. what is a line if it does not lead? Always another plateau along the quantum accident that is a line.
a computer humming in a room, a guitar unstrummed, the future living plans form another guide booked never to be lived out. the alphabet is coming along, i tear back through it now in the hope that i find a little inspiration masquerading as understanding. i do not want to look through people any more as if they were rats in a laboratory. maybe i have mixed my metaphors.
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there is no getting back, no going back, only going through. exit the written via the written. rock and roll through rock and roll. what is a line if it does not lead? Always another plateau along the quantum accident that is a line.
a computer humming in a room, a guitar unstrummed, the future living plans form another guide booked never to be lived out. the alphabet is coming along, i tear back through it now in the hope that i find a little inspiration masquerading as understanding. i do not want to look through people any more as if they were rats in a laboratory. maybe i have mixed my metaphors.
Tuesday, June 16, 2015
the pokies stop for one minute every year
lemon lime and bitters, it is the same pattern inside every arie. a pattern you could spill anything on and it would remain unseen to the naked eye. watch the pint fall to the floor and the liquid disappear on impact.
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Monday, June 15, 2015
how the west was won and where it got us
the west is knocking on the door, the berlin wall is still falling, the cold culture war is brewing over in Kievan Rus'. However Paris is prepared to surrender at a moment's notice. The parisian is accustomed to fascism and will never give up pleasure. Gun to the head measures will break the crowd, but they return as soon as the immediate threat of death is absent.
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Friday, June 12, 2015
A1
the rat infested trash piles up along the motorway entrances and exits. it is the shore of the sea-ty, where the waste washes up against the last concrete banks of the rivers of tarmac. we never ride the same river twice but that does not stop us from giving them names.
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Thursday, June 11, 2015
bon anniversaire
the image doth arrive none too late and out come the editorial scissors to cut and paste into narratorial order these snapshots of a life lived, the highlights, the best bits, for your consumption, so you don't have to think too hard about it and get entirely into the shoes of another. it's a gift wrapped and packed for the great revealing at the predestined hour on the sacred day. let not the imagination be too vivid lest the reality be a disappointment.
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Wednesday, June 10, 2015
cut the signal
climate, geography, atmosphere; conditions for life, conditions for consciousness, conditions for recognition. Do you pull your daily philosophy from the television feeding tubes forced into your brain stem ten percent neural activity? Who dropped Einstein's cerebellum onto the pavement? there is always a number to ring in case of emergency, just look at what Bell did to our emotional sphere, that darned telephone has us waiting for the call or jumping to the ceiling when it finally rings. . . our emotional spirits are in tatters.
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Tuesday, June 09, 2015
paris
walking down the streets of ground zero to get a reading on the enlightenment fallout. once more a routine survival in the metropolitan.
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Monday, June 08, 2015
correlation
my first reaction is to say no to human contact. i make the other insist on contact, make sure that they know that it is what they want. i need to be sure that they want to hold onto another body. myself, i am never sure. dance is a relationship between bodies. i am a permanent dance installation; dance is inescapable. i hit the dance floor every sunday night after church. they are both suppositions; everyone is here for the same thing.
is making love to a rhythm between music and the heart?
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is making love to a rhythm between music and the heart?
Friday, June 05, 2015
dialogue
Bio is just a trend.
Yeh, but a good trend.
You think so?
Ohh better than killing whales.
What about bio whales?
Well no trend is ever going to end stupidity.
Sure, that's going to be around forever.
Thank god.
No need to thank me.
Alright I wont.
Hey hey, come on, don't be like that.
How should I be?
Just tone down the aggression a little.
I don't attack people, I attack beliefs.
Yeh sure, you're not an artist, you're an activist.
I'm not an activist, I'm a dancer.
You know what they say about dancers.
Ahh no, what do they say?
Good dancer, good lover.
Oh, but it is not possible.
No?
Well, one cannot make love to the whole world.
Really, no?
No. I try, but no.
Not possible.
Look, I am a permanent dance installation and I still cannot get through them all.
I guess there are only so many words to dance to.
You said it.
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Yeh, but a good trend.
You think so?
Ohh better than killing whales.
What about bio whales?
Well no trend is ever going to end stupidity.
Sure, that's going to be around forever.
Thank god.
No need to thank me.
Alright I wont.
Hey hey, come on, don't be like that.
How should I be?
Just tone down the aggression a little.
I don't attack people, I attack beliefs.
Yeh sure, you're not an artist, you're an activist.
I'm not an activist, I'm a dancer.
You know what they say about dancers.
Ahh no, what do they say?
Good dancer, good lover.
Oh, but it is not possible.
No?
Well, one cannot make love to the whole world.
Really, no?
No. I try, but no.
Not possible.
Look, I am a permanent dance installation and I still cannot get through them all.
I guess there are only so many words to dance to.
You said it.
Thursday, June 04, 2015
multiple routine collison
Any Mary can be so damn earnest. Too damn earnest. So much fucking german in her that she thinks of consciousness as a falling star shooting through time; der Geist als Bewegung.
Her orphan child is instilled with the moral oder of the State and, the State adopts the moral order of the people. It is a code as meme generation. With so many internal references the code becomes more than meaningless and rests beautiful.
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Her orphan child is instilled with the moral oder of the State and, the State adopts the moral order of the people. It is a code as meme generation. With so many internal references the code becomes more than meaningless and rests beautiful.
Wednesday, June 03, 2015
commitment
i've just been walking around in the anachist ashes never ever really wanted to change will never really ever want to change gonna stay this way all my life just the same.
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Tuesday, June 02, 2015
internet not dump truck
technology has abolished physical distance but that does not make travel any safer.
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Monday, June 01, 2015
da da sein
Weiß du doch ob es möglich ist verloren zu sein ohne ein Startpunkt?
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