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Friday, July 31, 2015
Ham it up
if
i had access to the royal prince alfred i would tell my sob story with
my head in my hands being overlooked by hospital and a cut on my knee in
a position ready to defenestrate, i'd talk about words, their sense and
signification, the most recent appearance and most memorable
recurrence. i would try to describe how i felt but i know it would be a
failure because i would have taken grandmas recipe of warm milk in
cammomile tea with pseudoefrigine stirred in well well well. i would
think that if i could leave the land i could escape the whips and scorns
of time.
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Thursday, July 30, 2015
literal letters
i spend time writing letters standing in queues dreaming about what could have been the destiny of danish kings pushing supermarkt trollies making waterproof deliveries somewhere in south dakota where there is a farm and seven new children are born. you know i am tired of wasting all my sweet precious time i am sorry i have wasted yours, i tell you what i will pay you back ninefold. it wont do you no harm, especially forone who looks so fine, you know i have already told you i cannot get you out of my mind, i tune in and try to tune out but all the noise in my head is about you, how fine you be, i try to work it all out, how i am going to go about getting my depression out, cause i know you know and there are these things that i cannot help but do, i was never going to be the same for you as you for me. i am working on changing something, probably myself, but if i come to you i'll be crawling and it'll be just because i want to get back to you when i suppose the communication is not doing any good. i cannot spelt it for someone who is not there, i cannot understand letters in any literal sense. i love you.
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i spend time writing letters standing in queues dreaming about what could have been the destiny of danish kings pushing supermarkt trollies making waterproof deliveries somewhere in south dakota where there is a farm and seven new children are born. you know i am tired of wasting all my sweet precious time i am sorry i have wasted yours, i tell you what i will pay you back ninefold. it wont do you no harm, especially forone who looks so fine, you know i have already told you i cannot get you out of my mind, i tune in and try to tune out but all the noise in my head is about you, how fine you be, i try to work it all out, how i am going to go about getting my depression out, cause i know you know and there are these things that i cannot help but do, i was never going to be the same for you as you for me. i am working on changing something, probably myself, but if i come to you i'll be crawling and it'll be just because i want to get back to you when i suppose the communication is not doing any good. i cannot spelt it for someone who is not there, i cannot understand letters in any literal sense. i love you.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
creation myth
i got out of bed and created time, realised a larger world out there, what more do you want? you dont need nuthin., what do you want? on every corner i put a store filled with delights the world offers, the world has many corners, you dont have to search, it's not far. what do you want?
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i got out of bed and created time, realised a larger world out there, what more do you want? you dont need nuthin., what do you want? on every corner i put a store filled with delights the world offers, the world has many corners, you dont have to search, it's not far. what do you want?
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
desire inegal motivation
of on and more on writing the new distraction the new old pastime keeping a smile on the face keeping pleasures open is this what you want? can nothing else drag you out into the street? what about the sun? i even have it coming up in the morning and going down in the evening, what more do you want?
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of on and more on writing the new distraction the new old pastime keeping a smile on the face keeping pleasures open is this what you want? can nothing else drag you out into the street? what about the sun? i even have it coming up in the morning and going down in the evening, what more do you want?
Monday, July 27, 2015
rules of the game
at this point in the game it is just a matter of keeping the words flowing flowing flowing through the bodily routing, moving through the shape shifting consciousness routine, moving flowing through the shape shifting shape shifting consciousness, the scenarios the stimuli the building blocks the problems the solutions the eyes the architecture the illustration the employ. the ideas are coming from where?
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at this point in the game it is just a matter of keeping the words flowing flowing flowing through the bodily routing, moving through the shape shifting consciousness routine, moving flowing through the shape shifting shape shifting consciousness, the scenarios the stimuli the building blocks the problems the solutions the eyes the architecture the illustration the employ. the ideas are coming from where?
Friday, July 24, 2015
continental thought
france has not decentralised its cities it is still trying to do everything in paris. the germans have always known that alles gutes ist nie beisamen.
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france has not decentralised its cities it is still trying to do everything in paris. the germans have always known that alles gutes ist nie beisamen.
Thursday, July 23, 2015
request from mind to body
write directly onto the page onto paper and describe what is going on here. you could do that for me, you can get up first thing and turn on a new page to put the pencil to the paper until you are exhausted and then go for a walk in search for a little entertainment come back with a baguette in the hand and start reading the new french literature, read like your paying attention, like you want to learn, analyse and search for a reference, place within a context, compare to other works, all the while listening to gainsbourg in an attempt to sing a long when the feeling grabs you, sieze the feeling take the opportunity to talk some bullshit and see if the people respond, maybe they'll laugh, they usually go to pros for everything, outsourced to specialists under the guise of science, well then do your best, lock yourself away and make yourself a laboratory and when you have come up with repeatable repeatable results take it out into the world and have it ripped apart live on stage.
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write directly onto the page onto paper and describe what is going on here. you could do that for me, you can get up first thing and turn on a new page to put the pencil to the paper until you are exhausted and then go for a walk in search for a little entertainment come back with a baguette in the hand and start reading the new french literature, read like your paying attention, like you want to learn, analyse and search for a reference, place within a context, compare to other works, all the while listening to gainsbourg in an attempt to sing a long when the feeling grabs you, sieze the feeling take the opportunity to talk some bullshit and see if the people respond, maybe they'll laugh, they usually go to pros for everything, outsourced to specialists under the guise of science, well then do your best, lock yourself away and make yourself a laboratory and when you have come up with repeatable repeatable results take it out into the world and have it ripped apart live on stage.
Wednesday, July 22, 2015
creative process
engage enrage your speech. what are we working on? an idea? make it comprehensible make it apprehensible. well sing it for my parents' generation, just because they shifted off does not mean we cannot follow. engage enrage the brain in at least the minimum of the chitty chatty in a mood under a moon nothing to report on here no need for a catchup session no need no need no it is all quiet on this western front. i ring out the old line and put on the old king of the pops. does anyone else get this warm final feeling through the veins? no? well then i had better hold onto it before someone else comes along.
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engage enrage your speech. what are we working on? an idea? make it comprehensible make it apprehensible. well sing it for my parents' generation, just because they shifted off does not mean we cannot follow. engage enrage the brain in at least the minimum of the chitty chatty in a mood under a moon nothing to report on here no need for a catchup session no need no need no it is all quiet on this western front. i ring out the old line and put on the old king of the pops. does anyone else get this warm final feeling through the veins? no? well then i had better hold onto it before someone else comes along.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
shift in the production drive
one in the north and another in the south get people out into the streets, these centres for the dearly departed prove to be necessary because they create standards of living, they redefine the expectations, electrify a continent, industrialise a nation. they get the addictions flowing. they have them working shifts, they have them working nights and over time over there they have wiped out the need for labour. theyve got the machines working all the time twenty four seven. but the destabilisation cannot continue, control is only a means to more control, the only way out is through the imagination, locked inside locked away in a small room in a small mindset until death becomes the only option.
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Monday, July 20, 2015
well within nature
each stone carves itself a story on the bottom of the riverbed. j'ai soif. the water trickles over the gullet well of transformation. infinitely repeatable straight lines and circles in the vastness of imagination. writing efficiently.
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Friday, July 17, 2015
third trimester
so this is the end of phase three. it's nearing christmas, we need
fourteen days two thursday nights of elimination the following week we
dont all expect to arrive. i cannot wait for the cold rational
conversation mister period absence false negative piss test on boxing
day. have a weekend or two of anguish. step through hate. blame
yourself.
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Thursday, July 16, 2015
did we get carried away?
reason had not foreseen the many days to come after the lonely moment of a shared kiss that would consist merely of working through the-bums-up-heads-down-kids-growing-up-growing-old epoch for a moment's reflection in which we can find that kiss again.
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Wednesday, July 15, 2015
rsl
the headaches take me back to the ford station wagon in the club parking lot. the kids area was never non smoking, not exactly, it is simply that kids do not smoke on their own, someone else needs to light them up first and then they will sit smouldering away the rest of their lives.
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015
after three days everything stinks
i found you through other people they told me that you were here and you are visible. pick and choose pick and choose we use to know what good was, examine the value tree, coming from always coming from, manipulate the classics, stop making sense.
there sure are a lot of words, but i still feel as though i have nothing to say. too much prattling on in the memory, now i try to make new memories, distinguish them from the older ones, the epoch of talking followed by the epoch of listening. doubt comes sweeping in with death. timidity, when is he going?
you can contact me. obviously i have already contacted you.
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there sure are a lot of words, but i still feel as though i have nothing to say. too much prattling on in the memory, now i try to make new memories, distinguish them from the older ones, the epoch of talking followed by the epoch of listening. doubt comes sweeping in with death. timidity, when is he going?
you can contact me. obviously i have already contacted you.
Monday, July 13, 2015
in those weak times
the fortnight began with birthday shannanigans and those two dutch friends of yours who crashed the night and shared quiche bread wine cheese salad and the high life of art and the art of flaner. then it all quickly became confused descending into a twin peaks scenario, a soap opera over the liens of distant communication. man down, man in hospital, man going under - all in their universal senses but always referring to a particular close to the heart, close to your heart.
i am thankful that you were there, here, everywhere at the time that you were. i was shitty, unwell, aggressive, just my ordinary self and it was a boon to have a friend around. nearby. at my side. dealing with my shit. there is a little understanding between us and that brings a hell of a lot of reassurance.
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i am thankful that you were there, here, everywhere at the time that you were. i was shitty, unwell, aggressive, just my ordinary self and it was a boon to have a friend around. nearby. at my side. dealing with my shit. there is a little understanding between us and that brings a hell of a lot of reassurance.
Friday, July 10, 2015
brioche est le diable
the trick is to keep oneself busy with idle knick knack, keep yourself busy and then you don't have to think about the rest of the world, just jump on the next metro and do as they all do, live in perpetual crisis, have the have to haves, keep putting that brioche on the table.
you're a god damn breadwinner.
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you're a god damn breadwinner.
Thursday, July 09, 2015
bookmaking
we were always making books out of whatever was ready to hand, old tea leaves, oily rags and the odd bandicoot skin, sewing the spine and gluing in the pages with a thick jelly of a cornflour and apple skin glue. sometimes we would tear apart other books, found books, street books, to make new books, a page from the readers digest another from the chinese takeaway menu would find themselves between two pieces of carefully stitched acacia bark with a rabbit pelt cover always produced interesting reads.
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Wednesday, July 08, 2015
sacre coeur
coming down the stairs accosted at the toilets just take a pause at the wrong corner at the wrong time the outside the outside the outside is the inside i have still got something another wants. i still have the wants of the other. i still have the other's desire. i am still other. i am other. i, another.
i went for a walk because i can. i have legs. that's what they do.
hey there were two avocados.
the avocado, no, i didn't steal the avocado, but i did eat an apple.
oh those. no worries.
well i ended up with a piece of string around my wrist and a demand for payment.
what did you do?
walked away.
is that all?
well, words were exchanged. feelings rose up inside the organs.
and?
I continued on my way.
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i went for a walk because i can. i have legs. that's what they do.
hey there were two avocados.
the avocado, no, i didn't steal the avocado, but i did eat an apple.
oh those. no worries.
well i ended up with a piece of string around my wrist and a demand for payment.
what did you do?
walked away.
is that all?
well, words were exchanged. feelings rose up inside the organs.
and?
I continued on my way.
Tuesday, July 07, 2015
gentle space of creation
the first run through is not about being good, it is never about being good, it is sticking to the process, amend where necessary, never take the stuff out that is working, repeat; the content generating machine. the only way out is through the metro boulot dodo esto non es todo, others with other shit. concretisation of the concept; architecture of being.
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Monday, July 06, 2015
sieze the opportunity cost
was it all going so terribly wrong that we had to make a grab for power?
unhappy with this routine survival we took control, but discovered that control is no means to any practical ends, it is only a means to more control.
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unhappy with this routine survival we took control, but discovered that control is no means to any practical ends, it is only a means to more control.
Friday, July 03, 2015
rsl
it started out as a small and simple objective; provide assistance. then it gets out of hand in an attempt to do something beyond the means of its members, i.e. of its own means.
1) remove self empowerment
2) charge for the quotidienne
3) feed the old addictions
4) create new addictions
now it has created a line between community and members, both of which are ignorant to the deals done behind paper seals and he money diverted from community projects into the lining of a few coats.
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1) remove self empowerment
2) charge for the quotidienne
3) feed the old addictions
4) create new addictions
now it has created a line between community and members, both of which are ignorant to the deals done behind paper seals and he money diverted from community projects into the lining of a few coats.
Thursday, July 02, 2015
who we really are
short, black eyes, dark hair, pant wearing (not jeans, but pants with a slight flare bottom, nothing outrageous, a little something to swish over the top of the black canvas heeled shoes made for the vegan who means business looking for a little height whilst maintaining tensed thighs giving shape to those neat fit pants), v-cut collared shirt and jacket ensemble moving through the city cum university campus.
at home track suit and ugg boots.
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at home track suit and ugg boots.
Wednesday, July 01, 2015
scandal
of course we got carried away, all those country come city fold go about looking for trouble, their ego set to maximum inflation as the fish returns to small pond.
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