Showing posts with label i'm so cold. Show all posts
Showing posts with label i'm so cold. Show all posts

17.4.20

scrubbed & staggering smiles

corona in making government even more important for the prosaics of living necessitates the creator making it even less important. how does it do this? the way it does everything – by repurposing … in this case government to the point of joyous unrecognizability, a disintegrating cartoon, of de-functioning it … by – rather than government placing the creator in its systems, the creator re-placing government in the creator’s liquid and bubbling worlds
… through the art of transporting facticity to imagination …
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melting government down to its elemental parts, its raw plasmatic chemistry rather than its ponderous and monumental historicity, its statues and statutes, refashioning (using the creator’s visionary forges and witty subversions) the hot elemental materials into gaseous artifacts of melancholic laughter

the creator also applies these techniques to news, fame, money, mores and morality, death. only language and love partially escape
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the creator’s fires, for they themselves are fires that refashion creators. everything else is cooled melt, frozen humans on metal horses, tangled wires of media

and scrimmage. you say – but death … death cannot be this. no you’re wrong. death too is just news – its only useful parts those already residing in love and language








mary had a little lamb
its grease was white as snow
and everywhere that ahab went
that mary was sure to go