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2.2.19

final exam essay portion

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final exam
essay portion

choose between the following one situation to respond to. write precisely 298,935,000 words, using no glyphs other than what are contained in whatever your alphabet or logogram system is. write in black india ink or blood on handcrafted tessellated polyptychs composed from pencil crayons, cardboard, paperclips, fuzzy yellow spheres measuring no more than 0.81cm in diameter at their greatest point including fuzz, and pencils

in the beginning olafa believed. which meant accepted. then she disbelieved but it didn’t matter too much because she was young and wasn’t taken seriously. then olafa was able to suspend disbelief to an extent of functioning in your land. which meant she worked and was respected sufficiently and had friends or simulations of friends. then olafa was only able to suspend as a thought experiment but not as any sort of reality that propelled her body into action. then the experts in your land proclaimed her depressed or mad or schizoid or borderline or mentally ill or some or all of the above or more and prodded her with pills and talk but olafa instead of playing your games pitched the tent of herself more fully in her suspensions and she did not work according to your measures and she was not respected in your lands and she was alone. did olafa now believe, believe differently, believe in her suspensions, disbelieve? would she soon disbelieve in her suspensions and where would this leave her? what do you know about olafa’s believing, disbelieving, suspending, pitching, your land, her land? how do you know this?

8.1.17

this month this time


january is sleep and death and dream
i travel to sad, snack on terror,
wash on ruins
everything talks but only the trees listen
they keep their secrets
each day i count the seconds of extra sun
it is cloudy most days
i dream and sleep and die
where are the schools?
not the analysts, pills, doulas, degrees
but the classes of dying dreaming sleeping?
there – the trees, they are dying
the sun it is dreaming
the earth it is sleeping
let me learn from them
can i reach them? can i see them? can i touch them?
they are here, in my body
in my deaths and dreams and sleeps

1.4.14

april licorice



dreams, virtuality – sleep, void
             the repressed part of a rule which ensures that the rule does not work

i, god
             how can anyone be against me when there is no i to be against?

creation, evolution
             the myth of the black rose that will never be black

living, the city, talking, humans
             coddled cosmopolitanism

poetry allsorts
             perception is only a hallucination that is true

fear & apathy
             if fear is a wave and apathy a particle, aren’t they bound in their travels in the black light of time?

conversations at yet another netherbar
          featuring
                i’m going to get a drink
                                and
                what do you do?

some thoughts at the end of the daodejing
                exuberant namelessness, dissolute virtue –
                                a bridge to the caprice, laughter, and vital deconstructioning of Chuang Tzu

returning to returning
                the i i step in is not the i i stand in

council of i intro bios
                throneless identity:  the body as cacophonous conference room for spirits