the online sadoo family – #2
fallabalist a. – ataraxia
http://ataraxiast.blogspot.ca/
falla rax, as she’s known by her friends, was
sadoo rad phenoma in the 1970s but two cele elec strokes while she was tripping
on a neovariophone synthesized her into sadoo fallabalist a. previously what she’d been had included sadoo rad eula ebi, sadoo rat wel, sadoo en-rhug.
basing herself presently in london, she
wanders the cities of the earth as if they’re one for, indeed, they are.
exploring the between between the
we-ness of her i-ness and the i-ness of the city’s we-ness, falla rax (for
sadoo diaper is a friend) uses her body as a set of translation technologies
between the aforementioned between
between and language, itself the or a (or the and a) between of betweens.
giving herself over to the animism of the city, attempting to see what time would see if it could see, sensing the city as her mind-body complex distributed like a disheveled map, knowing the city as a lover hard and beautiful and dark and faithless, loving the city in its polydimensionalities, its vehicular and cloacal creepings across the dreaming earth, its pecuniary and glassy hands flung in wanton praise toward the impossible heavens, some incorporated pentecost, caught in its thingness like a vast fish in the internet of god, she walks. walking walks walkingly, walks. and the city becomes for her what it is and may not be – a death and a hope, a perfection and scream.
she keeps a diary, sadoo fallabalist a. does. and ataraxia is her diary. a diary of a truth of a between.
giving herself over to the animism of the city, attempting to see what time would see if it could see, sensing the city as her mind-body complex distributed like a disheveled map, knowing the city as a lover hard and beautiful and dark and faithless, loving the city in its polydimensionalities, its vehicular and cloacal creepings across the dreaming earth, its pecuniary and glassy hands flung in wanton praise toward the impossible heavens, some incorporated pentecost, caught in its thingness like a vast fish in the internet of god, she walks. walking walks walkingly, walks. and the city becomes for her what it is and may not be – a death and a hope, a perfection and scream.
she keeps a diary, sadoo fallabalist a. does. and ataraxia is her diary. a diary of a truth of a between.
sadoo next - tilda tilde
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