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Thursday, October 31, 2019
my autonomy is in question
only just now i sent sammy off slamming doors for responding to her request for me to stop smoking, because my cough wakes her at night and has her worried for my health. i have been drawing this out for three weeks apparently. no doubt this i will be read out over a battleground with trumpets sounding. we must simply be honest to our feelings whilst staring in the face of tragedy.
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Wednesday, October 30, 2019
every step
london is too expensive for so many creatives to be clustered where the living is good. it wont last. perhaps we are already seeing the downturn. we have the examples; sydney in the eighties, new york in the sixties, paris in the twenties. so who is the writer tapping away on that typewriter all day and all night driving the neighbourhood insane with wonder as to precisely what it is that is so fucking interesting to be found within this space that makes most others around here cringe.
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Tuesday, October 29, 2019
we are only ever wandering on
today another orthodox jewish wedding plays out in the school yard. stamford hill orthodox school for girls. when the music stops everyone goes quiet. when it starts up again in its synthesised pan flute and drum machine glory everyone rushes in to kiss the newly wedded. sammy loves the dresses on the little girls. grow your people. acquire social capital. stop eating peanut sauce on the couch in front of the box.
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Monday, October 28, 2019
this does not occur in nature
once you have transformed a vortex of a city into a productive space for thought and creation then rub your hands together like a fly on paint peeling off a battered window sill. set your remington at forty-five and put that parrot brain to work setting to paper the warblings of consciousness under bombardment of phenomena.
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Friday, October 25, 2019
be gone ego
the task is to win the stillness of the thinker, which incidentally enough is the frequency of trees and grass.
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Thursday, October 24, 2019
don't tell me i don't understand. i never made that claim.
i consume until nothing more can possibly go in and then i frustrate myself.
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Wednesday, October 23, 2019
deleuze
the body without organs fluctuates, warbles and reverberates at frequencies beneath linguistics.
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Tuesday, October 22, 2019
with my ears to the wind and my eyes to the horizon
i wouldn't have thought it possible for so many giants to harass the streets amongst the descendants of david. have they forgotten the art of throwing a stone precisely or have they become too large?
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Monday, October 21, 2019
pesticide free
you have to be quite systematic with bed bugs. they don't just go if you come together and omm.
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Friday, October 18, 2019
do you live your mutancy or your moderacy?
it is simply a misunderstanding that the misbegotten wander the streets looking like the local not to be fucked with angry underclass of loutish workers. sometimes a misunderstanding can be your best defence.
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Thursday, October 17, 2019
the props are the horses we ride around the mountain to the horns and snares of schostakovich
this modern warfare on the street is an incessant sonic assault. when you put your armour on do not forget your ears. it is not the world of my imagining but it must be the best of worlds because it is the world there is. another siren interrupts the rumble of the subway. i think i saw a thought on the A train, but i got pulled off uptown. chewed up and spat out a dime i never had rolled along the pavement. slowing winding down and spinning upon itself flat.
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Wednesday, October 16, 2019
imagination
bernhardt needs my recognition of his alterity to even raise a desire. he has grown out of the candy stage. disappointment and failure make stone faced men out of the softest of boys. a hand waving firework show of mediocrity just does not do it for bernhardt. not that he is desensitised; a firm ram up the clacker or a shock to the left testicle is perhaps a little much for him. no it is something much more subtle that really does it for bernhardt.
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Tuesday, October 15, 2019
we have been running upside down over shards of glass
the gull turns circles when far from sea. the albatross knows not what far is. you mouthed to me through the bus window that you love me. that pane of glass was a sea to me.
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Monday, October 14, 2019
flesh forgets not; merleau-ponty
on monday we would hold ourselves in the warm soft recesses of each others foldings. we ride the morning hysteria out on a diet of fresh pressed grapefruit and orange. with a few stretches our bodies were at once flexible and the more often we did it the easier it became owing to such wondrous mechanisms as muscle memory.
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Friday, October 11, 2019
typhoid has seen to that
the face saving fucktards are making a fuss of landing on the spin side of history. they build bunkers and say everything is alright. when i am done there will be no history to be landing on. not even german pill boxes in france.
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Thursday, October 10, 2019
we've been separated far too long
the body cries for more. the winds carry the smoky flavour of our flame over the land and sea. i hear the words crawling back out of the said. whatever bukowski could do he eventually got to thinking he could do. although he did not go all the way to the cathedrals in europe he saw on postcards, he did go a long way. without him i would never have seen saint paul's.
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Wednesday, October 09, 2019
ref #1572
australians love a drink at the end of a ticked list day. shit gets done this way. make a list of tasks and tick each task off as it is completed. gratify yourself because there is no one else around.
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Tuesday, October 08, 2019
to where do you return?
i am tired and slow and aching but not enough so that i could not follow through on all of that to which we have been eluding with all our circular ways of saying and our passive acts of playing. it all very much seems to be in vogue these days and we are nothing if not trendy. standing up and making a grand romantic gesture is so passé.
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Monday, October 07, 2019
all properties are present always
you are the joan jonas lyric walking kentish town. picking over grapefruit no matter the colour. what matters is taste. you feel flavour in your fingertips. not only but also.
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Friday, October 04, 2019
kick me in the liver
these are my sensations, all of which are false. different body different reality. where reality is a set of sensations corresponding to speech symbols. amongst all these sensations are the desires surging forth with raised voices: pick me! fulfil me! love me! i sit within the chaos. judgement makes decisions. i have uprooted the old value trees. the young are not so full of fruit. i get in and out of the bath. likewise a comfy chair. alternate between wine and cheese. stuff the mouth with them both. i split hairs. even the sun is forever changing. burning its fuel way out there.
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Thursday, October 03, 2019
a play for territory
craig talks about community, but snatches every moment of alone time. he retreats to a private location for ceremony and ritual. sometimes the other may participate. other times other intrudes disrupting the typing rhythms.
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Wednesday, October 02, 2019
demands met
the new day is still always no more than it was at its very beginning or will be at its end. walking london streets again as if for the last time. each step reminds me that i told myself the last time would be the last time. some cities have a hold on me and wont let go.
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Tuesday, October 01, 2019
the mind empties itself
it was silly to have thought that something that brings so much light and love could have painlessly passed. yes something has changed recently. we no longer hang out. there is a large hole that we never talk about. where is the fuck?
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