Re: The Edward Gibbon of Phillis Wheatley
Of course I like Beerbohm, what an odd figure! And the whole series you're working on should be in a book - for one thing, it appears as an almost- or peripheral- structure; at the same time it's pushing its own semantics as if the structure were 'natural,' part and parcel of meaning in the usual sense. And then the configurations/collocations _do_ make sense - in other words are meaningful in depth. Thanks for this - Alan On Wed, 29 Nov 2006, Harrison Jeff wrote: Thanks, Alan! Portions of poem titles by Phillis Wheatley are replaced by passages from Edward Gibbon's "The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire". A Gibbon passage replaces one letter or multiple letters which may or may not form a word. In TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY. 1768., the word "the" is replaced with a passage containing the word "the". Some passages contain the letters needed to spell the word it replaces. In these cases, the passage does not replace the word, but the word in the title, being, in the passage, surrounded by different letters and words. The passages, in this manner, may mirror words from other titles. Titles may mirror words from other titles, and passages words from other passages. There will be more actions in more poems in this series, which is the same unnamed series that include such poems as "The Wasps of Zane Grey", "Shakespeare Sonnets of Fran?ois Mauriac", and "The Seven Wonders of Max Beerbohm". http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1589 http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1604 http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1616 Phillis Wheatley wrote in English, not her native language, the native language of Edward Gibbon. To use a word in any language is to possibly use the word that has appeared in the literature of that language. To write a word is to use the letters that have appeared in the literature of that language. I no longer recall why I chose Edward Gibbon's Decline and Fall, but I'm not needed for commentary on the implications arising from joining Gibbon with Wheatley. _ MSN Shopping has everything on your holiday list. Get expert picks by style, age, and price. Try it! http://shopping.msn.com/content/shp/?ctId=8000,ptnrid=176,ptnrdata=200601&tcode=wlmtagline blog at http://nikuko.blogspot.com - for URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - contact [EMAIL PROTECTED], - general directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org Trace at: http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk - search "Alan Sondheim" http://clc.as.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/sondheim
new perforations (fwd)
Public Domain, Inc. is pleased to announce the call for PERFORATIONS 29. Guest editor for this issue will be Dr. Thomas Mical, Carleton University School of Architecture. As usual with perforations, deadlines are somewhat fluid but please notify Dr. Mical or Robert Cheatham of your intent by February 15 2007 in order to be included in the release notification. Article length is at your discretion. Experimental hypertexts are especially welcome. Other forms of media, video, etc., may have length restrictions, please cc media editor Chea Prince or technical editor, Jim Demmers. If you have any questions please query one of the editors. - Guest Editor: Dr. Thomas Mical [EMAIL PROTECTED] Senior Editor: Robert Cheatham [EMAIL PROTECTED] Technical Editor Jim Demmers [EMAIL PROTECTED] Media Editor: Chea Prince [EMAIL PROTECTED] Hauntologies, or Spectral Space Call for Submissions This issue of Perforations asks for informed speculations in art, literature, architecture, and aesthetics concerning the ethereal others which are never quite present or absent : including uncanny presences outside the frame of representation, anamorphic blurs of concepts or images; leaking, stained, or spectral spaces, disappearing figures or soluble identities; of all that sometimes works like miasmas, pneumas, and vapors; and all possible manifestations of specters (real or imaginary). This includes speculative revenants of repetitions of all sort including catastrophic trauma (the spectral delays/deferrals of Freudian 'nachtraglichkeit') as well as any embeddings of notions of 'eternal return,' as having hauntological portent for communities and thought to come. In its entirety, the issue seeks to selectively map an ephemeral cartography (a haunto-topography) of the range of barely discernible ghosts, these "ontological specks" or "pathological kernels", that traverse the instrumental Cartesian worldview of "clear and distinct" entities. Authors are asked to chase and capture the multiple potential meanings and effects of their favorite ontological spectre. - Formed in 1991 to examine issues of theory, art, culture and community in a saturated age of technical media, Perforations is perhaps the longest continuously running journal on-line. The call for perforations 30, HUT TECH, will be released soon. Perforations raison d'tre here: http://www.pd.org/~chea/Perforations/perf1/perf-intro.html Perforations index page: http://www.pd.org/~chea/HTML/perforations-index.html podcasts, videos, and other projects here: http://www.pd.org -- -- "No one's memory is safe from intruders, particularly if our belief that we are in control of our past gives birth to that intruder. We are in control of our past only to the extent that we do not think about it, which can't be done." Miroslav Kirin
Re: GRANDUNCLES OF THE CATTLETRADE
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Re: GRANDUNCLES OF THE CATTLETRADE... maybe better :)
http://anastuff.blogspot.com/2006/11/prompt-biota-wreathes-1608-112906-1020.html Yeah, it seems Blogger has a time lag jam slow! tilde end huh? D^ --- phanero <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > ardor wreathes rushes cotton banknote beside antabuse > amain likely Rhea clock plume pinch area area corolla > pinch flaxen pomp clock giant Cybele Cybele Chaco > rain choir cleave plume choir beside rushes ardor chub > flaxen wreathes rushes likely banknote near our using > ear unlikely Rhea cleave Cybele likely cotton tope > ardor clock amain courtyard rushes wreathes biota > prompt giant clock choir cotton Rhea beside basin > flaxen solenoid ritual neighboring lines lines absciss > area synchronismes plume pinch prompt ars botel > absciss area synchronismes ardor wreathes unlikely > Rhea ritual neighboring choir beside Rhea beside > cleave plume likely cotton rushes ardor prompt ars > Cybele Cybele cleave Cybele likely Rhea chub flaxen > wreathes clock giant flaxen pomp rushes likely banknote > near rushes wreathes Chaco rain choir area corolla pinch > lines lines clock plume our using ear giant clock botel choir > cotton pinch area absciss area synchronismes amain courtyard > biota prompt plume pinch antabuse amain banknote beside rushes > cotton tope ardor clock basin flaxen solenoid area flaxen Cybele ears > > > > - Original Message - > From: "Harrison Jeff" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> > To: > Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2006 2:32 PM > Subject: S: GRANDUNCLES OF THE CATTLETRADE > > > > ardor area wreathes choir rushes cleave cotton Cybele banknote > > wreathes area rushes choir cotton cleave banknote Cybele beside > > rushes area cotton choir banknote cleave beside Cybele amain > > cotton area banknote choir beside cleave amain Cybele likely > > banknote area beside choir amain cleave likely Cybele hear > > beside area amain choir likely cleave Rhea hear clock > > amain area likely choir Rhea cleave clock hear plume > > likely area Rhea choir clock cleave plume hear pinch > > Rhea area clock choir plume cleave pinch hear flaxen > > clock area plume choir pinch cleave flaxen hear prompt > > plume area pinch choir flaxen cleave prompt hear giant > > pinch area flaxen choir prompt cleave giant hear courtyard... > > > > _ > > Fixing up the home? Live Search can help > > > http://imagine-windowslive.com/search/kits/default.aspx?kit=improve&locale=en-US&source=hmemailtaglinenov06&FORM=WLMTAG > > > __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: Rivulets inne vertilde reign
"I see!," I perhaps fib. http://anaugury.blogspot.com/ Thanks, Jeff _ All-in-one security and maintenance for your PC. Get a free 90-day trial! http://clk.atdmt.com/MSN/go/msnnkwlo005002msn/direct/01/?href=http://clk.atdmt.com/MSN/go/msnnkwlo005001msn/direct/01/?href=http://www.windowsonecare.com/?sc_cid=msn_hotmail
Re: GRANDUNCLES OF THE CATTLETRADE
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Re: The Edward Gibbon of Phillis Wheatley
Thanks, Alan! Portions of poem titles by Phillis Wheatley are replaced by passages from Edward Gibbon's "The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire". A Gibbon passage replaces one letter or multiple letters which may or may not form a word. In TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY. 1768., the word "the" is replaced with a passage containing the word "the". Some passages contain the letters needed to spell the word it replaces. In these cases, the passage does not replace the word, but the word in the title, being, in the passage, surrounded by different letters and words. The passages, in this manner, may mirror words from other titles. Titles may mirror words from other titles, and passages words from other passages. There will be more actions in more poems in this series, which is the same unnamed series that include such poems as "The Wasps of Zane Grey", "Shakespeare Sonnets of François Mauriac", and "The Seven Wonders of Max Beerbohm". http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1589 http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1604 http://www.fieralingue.it/corner.php?pa=printpage&pid=1616 Phillis Wheatley wrote in English, not her native language, the native language of Edward Gibbon. To use a word in any language is to possibly use the word that has appeared in the literature of that language. To write a word is to use the letters that have appeared in the literature of that language. I no longer recall why I chose Edward Gibbon's Decline and Fall, but I'm not needed for commentary on the implications arising from joining Gibbon with Wheatley. _ MSN Shopping has everything on your holiday list. Get expert picks by style, age, and price. Try it! http://shopping.msn.com/content/shp/?ctId=8000,ptnrid=176,ptnrdata=200601&tcode=wlmtagline
Re: S: GRANDUNCLES OF THE CATTLETRADE
http://anaugury.blogspot.com/ P!^VP --- Harrison Jeff <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > ardor area wreathes choir rushes cleave cotton Cybele banknote > wreathes area rushes choir cotton cleave banknote Cybele beside > rushes area cotton choir banknote cleave beside Cybele amain > cotton area banknote choir beside cleave amain Cybele likely > banknote area beside choir amain cleave likely Cybele hear > beside area amain choir likely cleave Rhea hear clock > amain area likely choir Rhea cleave clock hear plume > likely area Rhea choir clock cleave plume hear pinch > Rhea area clock choir plume cleave pinch hear flaxen > clock area plume choir pinch cleave flaxen hear prompt > plume area pinch choir flaxen cleave prompt hear giant > pinch area flaxen choir prompt cleave giant hear courtyard... > > _ > Fixing up the home? Live Search can help > http://imagine-windowslive.com/search/kits/default.aspx?kit=improve&locale=en-US&source=hmemailtaglinenov06&FORM=WLMTAG > d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: GRANDUNCLES OF THE CATTLETRADE
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Re: The Edward Gibbon of Phillis Wheatley
This is fascinating (also having read Gibbon and a small amount of Wheatley) - can you say something about your use of history here? The work in general? Thanks, Alan blog at http://nikuko.blogspot.com - for URLs, DVDs, CDs, books/etc. see http://www.asondheim.org/advert.txt - contact [EMAIL PROTECTED], - general directory of work: http://www.asondheim.org Trace at: http://tracearchive.ntu.ac.uk - search "Alan Sondheim" http://clc.as.wvu.edu:8080/clc/Members/sondheim
The Edward Gibbon of Phillis Wheatley
ON THE DEATH OF MR. SNIDER MURDER'D BY RICHARDSON on the In the second century of the Christian Aera, the empire of Rome comprehended the fairest part of the earth, and the most civilized portion of mankind. The frontiers of that extensive monarchy were guarded by ancient renown and disciplined valor. The gentle but powerful influence of laws and manners had gradually cemented the union of the provinces. Their peaceful inhabitants enjoyed and abused the advantages of wealth and luxury. of mr. snider The principal conquests of the Romans were achieved under the republic; and the emperors, for the most part, were satisfied with preserving those dominions which had been acquired by the policy of the senate, the active emulations of the consuls, and the martial enthusiasm of the people. The seven first centuries were filled with a rapid succession of triumphs; but it was reserved for Augustus to relinquish the ambitious design of subduing the whole earth, and to introduce a spirit of moderation into the public councils. by richardson * ISAIAH LXIII. 1 - 8. isaiah lxiii. 1 Happily for the repose of mankind, the moderate system recommended by the wisdom of Augustus, was adopted by the fears and vices of his immediate successors. Engaged in the pursuit of pleasure, or in the exercise of tyranny, the first Caesars seldom showed themselves to the armies, or to the provinces; nor were they disposed to suffer, that those triumphs which their indolence neglected, should be usurped by the conduct and valor of their lieutenants. 8. * ON BEING BROUGHT FROM AFRICA TO AMERICA The native Caledonians preserved, in the northern extremity of the island, their wild independence, for which they were not less indebted to their poverty than to their valor. Their incursions were frequently repelled and chastised; but their country was never subdued. being brought The poet Buchanan celebrates with elegance and spirit (see his Sylvae, v.) the unviolated independence of his native country. africa to Ossian's Poems, which, according to every hypothesis, were composed by a native Caledonian. * TO THE KING'S MOST EXCELLENT MAJESTY. 1768. to See a Memoir of M. d'Anville, on the Province of Dacia, in the Academie des Inscriptions. king's The praises of Alexander, transmitted by a succession of poets and historians, had kindled a dangerous emulation in the mind of Trajan. Like him, the Roman emperor undertook an expedition against the nations of the East; but he lamented with a sigh, that his advanced age scarcely left him any hopes of equalling the renown of the son of Philip. It was an ancient tradition, that when the Capitol was founded by one of the Roman kings, the god Terminus (who presided over boundaries, and was represented, according to the fashion of that age, by a large stone) alone, among all the inferior deities, refused to yield his place to Jupiter himself. majesty. 1 St. Augustin is highly delighted with the proof of the weakness of Terminus, and the vanity of the Augurs. 68. * ON RECOLLECTION o Careless of the difference of seasons and of climates, he marched on foot, and bare-headed, over the snows of Caledonia, and the sultry plains of the Upper Egypt; nor was there a province of the empire which, in the course of his reign, was not honored with the presence of the monarch. recolle The terror of the Roman arms added weight and dignity to the moderation of the emperors. on * PHILLIS'S REPLY TO THE ANSWER The emperor Domitian raised the annual stipend of the legionaries to twelve pieces of gold, which, in his time, was equivalent to about ten of our guineas. This pay, somewhat higher than our own, had been, and was afterwards, gradually increased, according to the progress of wealth and military government. Besides a lighter spear, the legionary soldier grasped in his right hand the formidable pilum, a ponderous javelin, whose utmost length was about six feet, and which was terminated by a massy triangular point of steel of eighteen inches. The European provinces of Rome were protected by the course of the Rhine and the Danube. The latter of those mighty streams, which rises at the distance of only thirty miles from the former, flows above thirteen hundred miles, for the most part to the south-east, collects the tribute of sixty navigable rivers, and is, at length, through six mouths, received into the Euxine, which appears scarcely equal to such an accession of waters. The authority of Plato and Aristotle, of Zeno and Epicurus, still reigned in the schools; and their systems, transmitted with blind deference from one generation of disciples to another, precluded every generous attempt to exercise the powers, or enlarge the limits, of the human mind. The beauties of the poets and orators, instead of kindling a fire like their own, inspired only cold and servile imitations: or if any ventured to
S: GRANDUNCLES OF THE CATTLETRADE
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Re: My Life in Spades
--- Alan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > My Life in Spades.../ 1943 I did not ask to be born. http://ana-uploads.blogspot.com/ ...but it looks like we're both way ahead of Blogger... :) SOON Interesting to read through your life's storied, Alan. Very cool. Thanks. D^ d^Vizio d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
Re: My Life in Spades
--- Alan Sondheim <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: > My Life in Spades.../ 1943 I did not ask to be born. http://ana-uploads.blogspot.com/ ...but it looks like we're both way ahead of Blogger... :) SOON Interesting to read through your life's storied, Alan. Very cool. Thanks. D^ d^Vizio __ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com
thewall
thewall Motion-capture file from living dancers construed through partially- operating sensors devolve into recalcitrant choreographies procured for the practical-inert of the real, subtended by 'the wall,' barrier or restraint, bounded three-dimensional space, against which such dancers representing back through choreographies and recalcitrant sensors rhythmically rebound, repeated shudderings as analogic replaces digital, electronic mediations and remediations confront the presence of a _grange_ or _building_ located in a _prealpine pasture_ vacated for the summer season. http://www.asondheim.org/thewall.mp4 Medieval and post-modern commingle in this unnumbered series of neutral-ecstatic positionings which remain authorless in the midst of author/authority, danceless in the presence of dancers/dancing, human within the post-human, flesh within rock, protocol within flesh, flesh within flesh.
Re: note
BJORN! What did your Momma tell you about leaving your computer out in the rain?!!! Now see what's happened? IT \/\/ashed all the wrinkle out of paper an dwere gointa needo some perky fancy opticaloosorry mediatin to rememeber the cointents. http://anaflexxxions.blogspot.com/ D^ On 29-Nov-06, at 4:10 AM, Bjørn Magnhildøen wrote: http://noemata.net/NyMappe/1888_4541012.jpg this note might describe were the glasses were left that's what we hope something will lead to something else leads today i, well yesterday, i realized (again) that somehow we think of the will and the subjective but it's actually quite mechanical - and how would we know (again) since realizations are subjective, so actually this realization is self-contradictory, or it's not a realization. something is wrong here - i hope the note will explain it. P!^VP
Re: This is Cheery!
Looped makes me wanna dance... there's a stall inerr somewherez http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1688.MOV industrial loop for a dog, no. D^ P!^VP Lovely dog
Re: note
BJORN! What did your Momma tell you about leaving your computer out in the rain?!!! Now see what's happened? IT \/\/ashed all the wrinkle out of paper an dwere gointa needo some perky fancy opticaloosorry mediatin to rememeber the cointents. http://anaflexxxions.blogspot.com/ D^ On 29-Nov-06, at 4:10 AM, Bjørn Magnhildøen wrote: http://noemata.net/NyMappe/1888_4541012.jpg this note might describe were the glasses were left that's what we hope something will lead to something else leads today i, well yesterday, i realized (again) that somehow we think of the will and the subjective but it's actually quite mechanical - and how would we know (again) since realizations are subjective, so actually this realization is self-contradictory, or it's not a realization. something is wrong here - i hope the note will explain it. P!^VP
322/365, Brian
Brian is a workaholic, like me. He'll call at eight at night and be surprised when I don't answer, but laugh when I return the call after I'm done with dinner. Mile a minute is too slow for this guy. 40 words, 40 years 365 days, 365 people http://www.logolalia.com/40x365
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Re: This is Cheery!
arf! arf! - Original Message - From: "Bjørn Magnhildøen" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> To: Sent: Wednesday, November 29, 2006 8:42 AM Subject: Re: This is Cheery! http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1677.MOV http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1679.MOV poor dog doesn't live longer could be boneos http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1680.MOV speedy http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1681.MOV confuse-a-dog inc http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1682.MOV loopy doing tricks (not really) http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1683.MOV you might wonder what this is, like he did http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1684.MOV short life of a dog http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1685.MOV what are you doing? http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1686.MOV more crazy looping, what a pity http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1687.MOV peter gabriel? the four evangelists were only three, john and sam. http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1688.MOV industrial loop for a dog, no. 1 2006/11/29, phanero <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>: GLOSS ON THE NINTH ELEGY of RAINER-MARIA RILKE by Anthony Weir http://www.beyond-the-pale.co.uk/ My invisible, other true friend, Brother Zoti Lamort, unknowable, ever-present, everywhere like a vast four-dimensional carpet, asks me silently why I have to be human, why I, shunning destiny, laden down with my great gift of sorrow, have to be ? Not because there is a possibility of happiness! No, the idea of personal happiness (and the hunter's pursuit) is the most vain, destructive and self-destroying of concepts strangling Earth and us with false urgency. Not that I feel a duty to life the dictatorship, cosmic catastrophe. Here in my chamber of raw understanding, wrestling the language of unutterability, I feel only too-muchness of being and being one of millions too many. I'm always wanting to leave both the state and the chamber - and I'm rooted by both. Not that we make ourselves happy by torturing wiping out, exploiting, rounding up animals - no, increasingly we - the endangering species - herd and exploit each other, breed young to disable in schools, denounce any sign of spontaneous joy in each other. No, we hate happiness, seeing that, left to themselves, animals would be happy all over the place without us, thus showing us our soulless irrelevance. No phenomenon here can possibly want us, who confront everything with our words and our swords and, far worse, hypocrisy - every one of us the enemy of everything - all creatures guiltless but us in the power of our shamelessness. And we just once, like lightning or meteor striking all other dimensions, and each of us once, but so many millions, mirror-struck, striking down everything sane and appropriate. Dogs know that we live noisy irrational lives, full of patterns and habits and unthinkingness. The weight of our being's so gross that we are quite unaware of it - but the world is increasingly crushed and squashed and dried up by us - like a prune swarming with maggots - and we are here only to say: Home, Tower, Power, Ambition and Threshold. More than ever subtlety falls away, connection with Life driven out and replaced by the whimpering urgency of things and stupidly urging, hammering images. Happiness! Love! Success! Driving ourselves to achievement, there is no-one to praise us but Advertising, for God was appalled when alive. The Angels are all bred for bacon and organs and sperm. Praise the world to an Angel, and he squeals in the agony produceable only by devils of language. Refugee peoples and gypsies and children and pædophiles are just a small part of the tumult made by the Word. I feel too much. I breathe in pain, and, novice, helplessly immature, can only breathe suffering out, cannot transmute it to anything like 'beatitude'. Joy is only the briefest suppression of pain. Writing cannot be serious when all human culture's suppression of feeling in ruthless pursuit of bizarre manifestations of the trivial, just as religions are for the anti-spiritual to justify their manufactured selves by, and science is merely tearing wings off flies to grow supremely grotesque on Buchenwald pigs. Even my anguish is mere manufacture. (Reading polemic or poetry is such a waste of spirit and time, when all other creatures - dolphin or mollusc - are poems and cannot be other.) Joy can only be given. If a thing could be said to be happy as slug or squirrel is happy, that thing-happiness can be the only one possible in world turned to slaughterhouse/smouldering rubbish-pit of Gehenna. Nothing we do can be innocent, for with the blind and backward maze of the mind we turn everything wonderful terribly into reflections of our terrible selves. You my invisible friend, my desirable Earth Spirit, Anti-angel, you, beyond right or love or truth or happiness were always right, always Perfect in your holiest presence and insight. And my dog, with his divine understanding silently tells me each day that there is nothing to understand for there is no - nev
My Life in Spades
My Life in Spades (reworked from http://www.asondheim.org/biog.txt which is continually updated.) A bad catch... Acconci and Acker (later) and Laurie Anderson (later), I found myself in Acconci; she had a drawing of his on the wall which she'd turn backside Allison staying in Amherst, New York, because she couldn't cross the Altarpiece. Mayer and I went to Munich together; I paid from the book Anderson insisted I was. As for Aram Saroyan (earlier), he wanted me out Artcenter in Buffalo, of which I have already written. Atlanta. Atlanta. I didn't behave well with Shellie. Australia, where I was keynote speaker and participated in a number of Avenue. I don't think I was friendly with the Brennans any more. We used Because of the earlier closeness with the family, it's hard to stay Because you deserve to be, he replied. I remember bow and arrow, swimming Biennale. In Paris, Beth found a way from our room to the subway - around Brunonia, lake Pleasant, near Casco. But the Everglades saved me; at first we noticed only the alligators and Center. Allison and I move to Atlanta. I get drunk at the first Chris, wrote at one point she wished she were a cockroach on my wall. To City; she was married to John, had a chile, was close to suicidal. Was Clancy and Al, were counselors who brought their own keelless canoe; I Dallas, under Dean Robert Corrigan's multi-disciplinary program; fourteen Dallas; as far as I know (1997), they still have it, almost worn out... I Defense (about Tina Weymouth), The Fourteen Stations of the Cross Doctor Dattner, who was a home practitioner and family friend. Encyclopedia of Jazz. They sung. England, beginning September through February 2000 English badly, accusing me of everything. Everglades with just flashlight; it was amazing. It was then I saw the Everglades. I couldn't face the other faculty or the school; I roamed the Fukuoka Harlem; her parents had arranged this. Now thinking about it "just the Hopkins. The blues seemed the only way out. When I went abroad I took a Hubert Acquin; they resonated. I always do... Her drawings were everywhere. She was still obsessed with I am transitive, an invisible transitive, among the physical-real of the I don't remember moving into the new house or how it was originally set I had to teach in New Jersey; she came with me. From then on my life I make $2000-$3000 from the tape. I moved to New York; she came to the city to see me. She and Chris Franz I never behaved so badly. I was. And today, 2006, realizing where I was, again. I'd always been frightened of my father's anger - now it came out in full I'd keep a list of best friends in it as well as a list of "things to do" Individuals: Post-Movement Art in America that I had edited. There was a Irvine, and Ellen came later. It's printed in Halifax and Williams College, two editions. Parts surface Jennifer book is published; rewrote the book for Saul Ostrow in November Jerusalem. And for a moment, this sense of panic. And then realizing where Joanna's wedding. Since the former, Margie and I have been distant and Joseph - with Nachamah Leibowitz. Hebrew was relatively bad. Wrote poetry, Kabbalah as best I could. Then I was introduced to Wittgenstein by Ed Kingston?) She asked me if we were cyber-fucking. Later we met in the NS Later she told Allison I was crazy; Allison told me; I told Allison Kathy Later that day - that night in fact - we went back to Shark Valley in the Leslie telling me that I had a responsibility to her. The day she arrived Loebs (?) and somehow the name 'Raub' also comes up. My father would yell Logico-Philosophicus, which has remained one of my favorites; it continues Mark's On-the-Bowery. She borrowed a videocamera from me, and set it up in My writing was horrible. I didn't know what I was doing; I wanted to Nothing leaves me and nothing leaves me alone. Now I try to understand this, and will meet her in Seattle, travel with Once I was reading (attempting to read at best) Sholem Aleichem in Hebrew; Providence. An,ode was my M.A. thesis - a work of experimental poetry Quebecois referendum. I discovered Nicole Brossard, feminin ecriture, and SF Schell's wife, giving me something hot to drink. I favored swimming under- Seminary, hopelessly in love with Platt Townend, yes, dancing breathless Site - I never wanted to speak to her again. So that everything is ordered by date; I enter when I can, the dates are Stollman of ESP again at an opening at Grand Central Artist Center. He Television was still pre-network. Computers were partial dreams. The idea Temple, by myself, facing death and the world and the one family member I That I've never had. The stuff was out there, remembered. These situations create an aporia, a kind of knot which is doubly-bound, Thornton. Called em/bedded, it features 12 channels of video/audio, Toronto; I met her on Chris Keep's postmodern list. (Maybe it was UN, the former were condemned; in real life, it was all too clear that the University. I had gone
Re: This is Cheery!
http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1677.MOV http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1679.MOV poor dog doesn't live longer could be boneos http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1680.MOV speedy http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1681.MOV confuse-a-dog inc http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1682.MOV loopy doing tricks (not really) http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1683.MOV you might wonder what this is, like he did http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1684.MOV short life of a dog http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1685.MOV what are you doing? http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1686.MOV more crazy looping, what a pity http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1687.MOV peter gabriel? the four evangelists were only three, john and sam. http://noemata.net/skpulaptrurk/DSCN1688.MOV industrial loop for a dog, no. 1 2006/11/29, phanero <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>: GLOSS ON THE NINTH ELEGY of RAINER-MARIA RILKE by Anthony Weir http://www.beyond-the-pale.co.uk/ My invisible, other true friend, Brother Zoti Lamort, unknowable, ever-present, everywhere like a vast four-dimensional carpet, asks me silently why I have to be human, why I, shunning destiny, laden down with my great gift of sorrow, have to be ? Not because there is a possibility of happiness! No, the idea of personal happiness (and the hunter's pursuit) is the most vain, destructive and self-destroying of concepts strangling Earth and us with false urgency. Not that I feel a duty to life the dictatorship, cosmic catastrophe. Here in my chamber of raw understanding, wrestling the language of unutterability, I feel only too-muchness of being and being one of millions too many. I'm always wanting to leave both the state and the chamber - and I'm rooted by both. Not that we make ourselves happy by torturing wiping out, exploiting, rounding up animals - no, increasingly we - the endangering species - herd and exploit each other, breed young to disable in schools, denounce any sign of spontaneous joy in each other. No, we hate happiness, seeing that, left to themselves, animals would be happy all over the place without us, thus showing us our soulless irrelevance. No phenomenon here can possibly want us, who confront everything with our words and our swords and, far worse, hypocrisy - every one of us the enemy of everything - all creatures guiltless but us in the power of our shamelessness. And we just once, like lightning or meteor striking all other dimensions, and each of us once, but so many millions, mirror-struck, striking down everything sane and appropriate. Dogs know that we live noisy irrational lives, full of patterns and habits and unthinkingness. The weight of our being's so gross that we are quite unaware of it - but the world is increasingly crushed and squashed and dried up by us - like a prune swarming with maggots - and we are here only to say: Home, Tower, Power, Ambition and Threshold. More than ever subtlety falls away, connection with Life driven out and replaced by the whimpering urgency of things and stupidly urging, hammering images. Happiness! Love! Success! Driving ourselves to achievement, there is no-one to praise us but Advertising, for God was appalled when alive. The Angels are all bred for bacon and organs and sperm. Praise the world to an Angel, and he squeals in the agony produceable only by devils of language. Refugee peoples and gypsies and children and pædophiles are just a small part of the tumult made by the Word. I feel too much. I breathe in pain, and, novice, helplessly immature, can only breathe suffering out, cannot transmute it to anything like 'beatitude'. Joy is only the briefest suppression of pain. Writing cannot be serious when all human culture's suppression of feeling in ruthless pursuit of bizarre manifestations of the trivial, just as religions are for the anti-spiritual to justify their manufactured selves by, and science is merely tearing wings off flies to grow supremely grotesque on Buchenwald pigs. Even my anguish is mere manufacture. (Reading polemic or poetry is such a waste of spirit and time, when all other creatures - dolphin or mollusc - are poems and cannot be other.) Joy can only be given. If a thing could be said to be happy as slug or squirrel is happy, that thing-happiness can be the only one possible in world turned to slaughterhouse/smouldering rubbish-pit of Gehenna. Nothing we do can be innocent, for with the blind and backward maze of the mind we turn everything wonderful terribly into reflections of our terrible selves. You my invisible friend, my desirable Earth Spirit, Anti-angel, you, beyond right or love or truth or happiness were always right, always Perfect in your holiest presence and insight. And my dog, with his divine understanding silently tells me each day that there is nothing to understand for there is no - never was - understanding - and no lie is big enough ever to justify us. In Siberia people once lived who knew seven genders and never built megalith-cells for the dead or dead
This is Cheery!
GLOSS ON THE NINTH ELEGY of RAINER-MARIA RILKE by Anthony Weir http://www.beyond-the-pale.co.uk/ My invisible, other true friend, Brother Zoti Lamort, unknowable, ever-present, everywhere like a vast four-dimensional carpet, asks me silently why I have to be human, why I, shunning destiny, laden down with my great gift of sorrow, have to be ? Not because there is a possibility of happiness! No, the idea of personal happiness (and the hunter's pursuit) is the most vain, destructive and self-destroying of concepts strangling Earth and us with false urgency. Not that I feel a duty to life the dictatorship, cosmic catastrophe. Here in my chamber of raw understanding, wrestling the language of unutterability, I feel only too-muchness of being and being one of millions too many. I'm always wanting to leave both the state and the chamber - and I'm rooted by both. Not that we make ourselves happy by torturing wiping out, exploiting, rounding up animals - no, increasingly we - the endangering species - herd and exploit each other, breed young to disable in schools, denounce any sign of spontaneous joy in each other. No, we hate happiness, seeing that, left to themselves, animals would be happy all over the place without us, thus showing us our soulless irrelevance. No phenomenon here can possibly want us, who confront everything with our words and our swords and, far worse, hypocrisy - every one of us the enemy of everything - all creatures guiltless but us in the power of our shamelessness. And we just once, like lightning or meteor striking all other dimensions, and each of us once, but so many millions, mirror-struck, striking down everything sane and appropriate. Dogs know that we live noisy irrational lives, full of patterns and habits and unthinkingness. The weight of our being's so gross that we are quite unaware of it - but the world is increasingly crushed and squashed and dried up by us - like a prune swarming with maggots - and we are here only to say: Home, Tower, Power, Ambition and Threshold. More than ever subtlety falls away, connection with Life driven out and replaced by the whimpering urgency of things and stupidly urging, hammering images. Happiness! Love! Success! Driving ourselves to achievement, there is no-one to praise us but Advertising, for God was appalled when alive. The Angels are all bred for bacon and organs and sperm. Praise the world to an Angel, and he squeals in the agony produceable only by devils of language. Refugee peoples and gypsies and children and pædophiles are just a small part of the tumult made by the Word. I feel too much. I breathe in pain, and, novice, helplessly immature, can only breathe suffering out, cannot transmute it to anything like 'beatitude'. Joy is only the briefest suppression of pain. Writing cannot be serious when all human culture's suppression of feeling in ruthless pursuit of bizarre manifestations of the trivial, just as religions are for the anti-spiritual to justify their manufactured selves by, and science is merely tearing wings off flies to grow supremely grotesque on Buchenwald pigs. Even my anguish is mere manufacture. (Reading polemic or poetry is such a waste of spirit and time, when all other creatures - dolphin or mollusc - are poems and cannot be other.) Joy can only be given. If a thing could be said to be happy as slug or squirrel is happy, that thing-happiness can be the only one possible in world turned to slaughterhouse/smouldering rubbish-pit of Gehenna. Nothing we do can be innocent, for with the blind and backward maze of the mind we turn everything wonderful terribly into reflections of our terrible selves. You my invisible friend, my desirable Earth Spirit, Anti-angel, you, beyond right or love or truth or happiness were always right, always Perfect in your holiest presence and insight. And my dog, with his divine understanding silently tells me each day that there is nothing to understand for there is no - never was - understanding - and no lie is big enough ever to justify us. In Siberia people once lived who knew seven genders and never built megalith-cells for the dead or dead calculations for dying. In the Somme and Hiroshima pacifist worms have recovered from holocaust. I almost live. Might never have known... Live in what? Neither my forgotten, trivial childhood nor the terrible, ever-commissioning future - but on the present awareness of pain that I can neither transmute nor ignore. And everything shrivels, and only the shame of humanity pours out of, dries up in my heart.
nznl.com digest, Nov 23, 2006 - Nov 29, 2006
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from memory movie childhood in myrdal http://noemata.net/NyMappe/1e.mov
least resistance the key here
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real-life vignettes + google should go to hell before i do
[please note: nikuko.blogspot.com is unable to be updated. google has taken over blogger which went to beta software; i haven't been able to access the site since. corresponding with google is useless; four letters only produced the response that i had to log in correctly. if anyone knows of better - i.e. usable - blog sites/software out there (i don't have and can't afford my own server), please let me know back-channel. thanks, alan] real-life vignettes I'm tired of these real-life vignettes, somewhat digitally manipulated, as if there's a gross philosophical point to be made through the sound or sight of the singer or dancer or walker: what foolery. Nausee, Sartre, defuge, overwhelm me, and I'm sure if you are following video after video, text after text, sound after sound, they overwhelm you as well. No amount of philosophy, no quantity of poetics squeezed from the soul of the imag- inary, can compensate for one minute of reality rehashed. As if it were possible to hack the landscape, the mise en scene. In any case, there's always the appeal to god, as in this instance, or the Pringy church yawps - spirit makes everything come out well in the end, at least aesthetically - at least for believers. And I mean: nothing can be farther from the truth - which may also be modified: nothing can be farther than the truth - isn't that always the case? http://www.asondheim.org/chch.mov All these vignettes involve real people and hard rock, mountains, forests, villages cities, churches, granges, pastures, meadows, cliffs, glaciers, bluffs, hills, streams, rivers, trees, goats, choughs, flowers, roads, paths. And what with the whispering, there is that, the slightest sound transcribed into pixel after pixel - an entire universe of pixels, of which this, and this and that, are an infinitesimal part. We climbed down the north tower of the cathedral in Geneva, rounded a pillar; in a distance, a choir was singing. Here now the singing loops and transforms; the image isolates madonna and magdalene, bracketing the right-hand side of the screen. And that is all, the whole like the paste of spirit perhaps, or the slight spew of afterbirth. breakneck speed to infinity http://www.asondheim.org/whoosh.mp4
Wade of the homosexual issue.
Wade of the homosexual issue. I see myself as a public servant. One might say, a girlie man. I still do the same things. Can you tell me about the company and the line of products you represent? " We're talking about the bird flu, of course. The court is forcing San Francisco values on the whole country. ArenAt there real conversations to be had that donAt involve the words AenantiomericA or AhermeneuticsA? That's why it's called the common cold, right? I see myself as a public servant. Mister played pretty loose with their hermeneutics Would you consider running for the U. " to which McCain responded: "No. " We're talking about the bird flu, of course. And this is a debate worth happening. Would you consider running for the U. I see myself as a public servant. One of the most important sections of the book, Mohler noted, is the examination of Atrajectory hermeneuticsA now gaining popularity among some evangelicals . It sure sounds like it. Let the states decide, huh? Hermeneutics is the reason, he says, or interpretation; based on differing experiences and knowledge, we interpret the Bible in our own way. If you find this article interesting, be sure to also read 'Vitamins. To learn more on this topic, be sure to also read the related article, Why weight loss requires. Spam, Wed, 29 Nov 2006 16:44:50 +0900
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