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748> Times arrow running backwords to the Bay Area, moving over stone, in discrete intervals, Dec 1992
Well, if i did die a sudden death and anyone is reading this, let it be known that death is not a big deal, just another journey i'm ready for, though i'd prefer to experience "this" reality for now. Which reminds me, tis the season for death and rebirth. Winter solstice. The New Year. Resolutions? My only resolution is to keep on keeping on. Yee haw. Acceleration. Propulsion, buoyancy. Jeff Koons [ ... ] |
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747> Making art to keep from losing our mind: a contribution to the psychopathology of configuration
... then again, how would a mind know if itself is crazy? Seams that's a distinction society or doctors would halve to make. One thing we're perty certain of tho is that we make art to keep from going insane, from losing our mind. Especially in this home-bound state there's ever an urge to be productive, to express + process what's going through our head thru art, music or writing cuz otherwise it ends [ ... ] |
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746> Tribal dreams of abandonment/persecution along MA + LA aves
... + walking into the theatre we couldn't see so well + others in the movie were annoyed at us squinting back at them, they thought we was just looking for an available seat + pointed to an open area which didn't have seats actually but u laid down on the floor in beanbags... but we couldn't get comfortable cuz what if the members of our tribe didn't go into this theatre? Also, when they ran [ ... ] |
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745> Physics as autopsy of reality: Beanfest in West Stronghold, a Biospherian turns 26 + the end of Bush-Reagan
I tried to tie off some chickenheads but they weren't so secure and came off. If i had fallen before the 2nd bolt i probably would fallen at least 40 feet onto the dinosaur teeth. It was a rush. Set up a belay in a dike and pissed and a black lizard ran over started sniffing my urine. The last pitch was 4th class and that was it. Very cool on top. I found a chalkbag. Awesome rappel. 100 feet free hanging. [ ... ] |
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744> Arkhiving art to taintalize our tush for the public record
... ain't it weird how we're always making things? then he aksed what we did to relax to wich we said making things is how we relax... it ain't work to us, if we don't make art there's a nagging sensation that we're dying + we got nothing to show for it. We cook food to survive day to day, but do we need to make art to survive? We make art to stave off mortality + as a record of our ∃xistence. For the same [ ... ] |
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743> Climbing–yoga–physics–dream–social–ultimate–reading–health + general philosophy journal (Sept 1992)
... to snort coke on the way to S.F., how it was all about timing—if you sniffed up in L.A. the buzz would wear off before you hit the Bay Area, so the idea was wait til you hit a certain point on the Grapevine to sniff some lines and it would last you just right. Problem with this theory was that we were going in the opposite direction and these lines certainly wouldn't keep Tom awake til Tucson. [ ... ] |
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742> Technical hockey loophole + further Chaulky flashbacks (Textiloma continuation)
We thought this was ridiculous cuz 1st of all if the 3 players were able to simultaneously place 3 pucks in circles the size of the pucks they could have easily scored the conventional way (hitting it into the net), tho the goalie was not expecting them to do this, so there was the element of souprize. We was also bothered by the lack of symmetry, how it was 3 out of the 4 corners + in our mind would [ ... ] |
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741> Re:pyschled (anti)-∀rt mini-brute 2S of beauty in the breakdown— sending out an S.O.S. pad
Problem is those S.O.S. pads have soap embedded in 'em so figured we may as well scrub down the stove to get the soap out so then we could use just the steel wool. In this piece we also used a cactus that was dying (fortunately the smaller arm of Juanita, likely cuz there ain't enough light in that spot) sum scrap wood + yes, leftover cinder-ash gray stain used to stain the fence. untitled 2020 [ ... ] |
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740> Our 1st summer climbing + getting sniffed out by a bear in the High Sierra
Next thing i knew i woke up on a smooth embankment at the lake's edge. It was as smooth as polished stone cuz of the glaciers. I laid down to chill and fell asleep thinking about how there was once 2,000 feet of ice over this spot, imagine that! Watched the sun set over Tenaya lake down below us, ate dinner of beans and pesto and then pasta and pesto. The coals were dying down and the noodles [ ... ] |
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739> May day may day! A not offal happy berthday island for cat speculation that is off-limits
... we were informed dat the Italian military occupied the most beautiful islands for themselves. We rode by 1 + looked for a loophole to get on it, by going thru a hole under a wave, backwards thru the curl + the waves incidentally were massive, like 100 feet tall + we were bodysurfing on 1 of them trying to get into the curl + down the hole but were picked up on top of the wave peak + about to crash [ ... ] |
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738> Eating pozole w/ no shirt on under surveillance w/ unidentified carbone-based chirping driving us loco
We assumed they knew everything about us so there was no point in even talking so we just kind of sat there in silence, sitting in the backseat of their jeep w/ them. At sum point they went over our future travel plans, where we had planned to go next + we said “we decided to just cancel our trip cuz this of all this bullshit.”
The agent rolled his eyes like we were being mellowdramatic, “there’s [ ... ] |
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737> A Dream City casalingo exorcising up Georgia Ave to our liebury open for business
... other little free libraries around town are "closed" cuz of Corona concerns, wich seams ludricous... sure they might pontentially spread contagion, but folks need books now more than ever, especially since the public lieburies are closed + Amazon has deemed books non-essential so aren't restocking any (including our Textiloma, wich we was sposed to launch in a few days (u can get it on SPD tho [ ... ] |
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736> Almanac of the Dead (1992): Don't be a stranger (or a fuck toy) @ a Ⓚ in Surprise, AZ
... this was the one. I tried it then rode back to return it. Tried everything to no avail. Have to wait til tomorrow to get the right fuel pump. Annoying as this all was, i distinctly remember standing in that scorching parking lot with no shirt on sweating, covered with gas and grease and whistling and singing.... yes, i caught myself singing and said, wow, i must be happy. It caught me by surprise. [ ... ] |
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735> C-19 # 20: Obama the bellboy, fartichokes, mall-complex rubber exorcize trax, Amazon + garbanzo pasta
When the dust clears, only the non-academic mega-corporate Amazons of the world will weather this COVID crisis, the ones that can exploit the tragedy for monetary gain. We'll only be able to eat at chain restraunts cuz the mom + pop's have all shuttered up. There will only be the Amazons + us consumers + they will supply us w/ just enough essentials to keep us alive so we can keep consuming [ ... ] |
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734> This is our happy house: a casalingo gets fizzical w/ grizzlies + explores diabetes w/ owls + 365° knight mares
+ she gave us a handrawn map but also acted like maps were for woosies + that we shd discover the route for our self. So we set off + was running in the intrest of time cuz it was getting dark (8 pm) + also cuz we was afraid of bears + we ended up on this "trail" 1st thru a bad part of an inner city + then thru a museum until we ended up down a long dead-end hall + had to turn back + go the way [ ... ] |
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733> Food + dream log w/ Sumo duck (played by Peter Dinklage) vs. orthodox kale quiche (Thom Yorke)
He climbed up one of those rope ladders to a crow’s nest + right when he got to the top the camera zoomed in while there was a dramatic pause + he lifted his finger to his mouth then threw his head back + cackled as if he was having a revelation of what trick to do next to fend of the evil pursuer (who had legs). It was terrible acting, but excusable since it was one of his early films. When [ ... ] |
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732> The blasé malaise of Ms. Ann Thrope's year of R + R + U.S. ever being uncool along Vermont Ave.
Going for a stroll in these times is strange as probly every citizen of the world can attest to... the 1 intresting thing is that it's something the entire moondough is part of... 9/11 was sorta like that, especially living in NYC, but it was an American thing. When we travelled outside the U.S. in the months after the general sentiment was that it was something that happened to Americans + "we" (wish [ ... ] |
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731> 19 days of COVID coozine: cooking to combat cabin fever (w/ Ménières to boot)
If ever we was gonna write a cookbook, it wouldn't be about singular recipes but the flow from 1 day to the next... about efficiency, variety, conservation of resources, adaptability + yes, 1-pot meals cuz we're fundamentally lazy. Rule #1 would be don't follow recipes. Just get creative w/ what u got, analyze the contents of your fridge in the order of when it will go bad + then figure out what u [ ... ] |
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730> 4 books that shouldn't be books + a new guitar to shake a seeing-eye dog we saw shaking
Last night we were sitting in a row of plastic chairs outside of a blood bank in some mall complex (weird how a lot of our dreams take place in malls + we haven't been to 1 in decades), not cuz we were giving blood but just cuz it was a place to sit. There was some sort of class/seminar across the way + the teacher came out + started ranting + raving, about nothing in particular but about how people [ ... ] |
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729> Where our dream life (2016 – 2020) catches up to The Daily Noose + how we became anon I'm us
... agents/investigators started grilling me about what i was writing + i said nothing, just crazy nonsense. I showed them + it was a long list of summations, calculated out by hand. They asked what it meant + why + i said i just liked to calculate out infinite series for something to do, cuz they had no end to them + went on forever. They grilled me how i was able to make money doing this, to live [ ... ] |
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728> What i-land am i on? Strange attractor tornado tracker + bee pollen network infrastructure log 2011–2015
Then he 'push-started' the plane mid-air & pulled out of the free-fall, just in time before we hit the ground. We flew over the country-side, past some zoo/circus with all these weird exhibits. The one i remember most was a gorilla that kept a human head in a cage. We landed & the plane turned into a white horse that i was riding. I was some sort of beastmaster like guy with 4 white animals—the [ ... ] |
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727> Wedding train where the imperfections of memary meat the inadequacies of documentation + cry uncle
... + there were all these emoticons + alternate gimmicky things like 3-d analog buttons skeumorphed to make it seem retro. We were wasting a lot of time trying to figure the new phone interface out, navigating thru the screens, then figured we should just call but we couldn’t find the green call button anywhere. Eventually this guy we were with was like, shouldn’t u call your brother? [ ... ] |
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726> Toilet tissue volcanoes of sogni + ndoto (2006–2010) where father is an astronaut in the wolf house
... into something deeper than just the scorpion, but the heart of nature. It was rustling and scraping and making a bunch of noise, with stuff flying out of it. I finally got a brief glimpse of it, and what it was was the scorpion holding up a cut-out image of Fela Kuti, who was holding a firehose that was spraying at us so we couldn't see. Apparently the scorpion didn't want us to see it's true identity. [ ... ] |
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725> Sewage treatment log 2002–2005: soda pop criminals posting Last Throes of the White Towel
I went to the doctor and they discovered a rare form of parasite. They operated on my head and pulled out this caterpillar. They had it in a jar and other people could see it, it was embarrassing. It was a colorful and hairy caterpillar that was about 2 inches long and there were smaller little parasites on the caterpillar. It was still alive and they had diagrams of how it was crawling between my brain [ ... ] |
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724> 2 x ½ uv n a.I. ID forms a hole in the janky hairpin ½-in/½-out-door mosquito Sense/Net by font/fireplace
... to be telepathic (not just w/utter humuns but animals), not nessysorrily the obvious advantages but the deeper implications, a more sympathetic view dat likens these hairless telepaths to a discriminated-against minority who strive to share their powers for the bedder good of humanity. Sumtimes he (or they... googling round now guess Kuttner often collaborated w/ his wife under the pseudonym [ ... ] |
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723> Dream log 2000–01: miserable vampires, alligators, Spreewell, VW bugs, boa constrictors + B♭resinants
... that spiraled down and turned into dragon-fly fireflies, then buzzed and snapped and disappeared. The falling stars became all these roosting bats, that were hanging upside-down from nothing. The horse turned into a bat and floated upward because it wanted to roost with the other bats. It still had the rope attached to it, which was a good thing in some ways, because I was responsible for [ ... ] |
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722> Caged from contagion to Arkansas + Iowa aves, keeping our distance to keep from going 6 ft. under
Felt bad for UPS dude, but we ordered these before all this madness wint down. Brot them in then washed our hands + shirt + let the boxes sit for a day before we opened. Mailing em is a bit of a pain, don't want to set foot in no P.O. but seams even if u postage it online they've jiggered those blue boxes to not accept nothing but envelopes now. If you're in the DC area, we'll try to keep our liebury [ ... ] |
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721> Dwarves searching yellow pages for gulf coarse grave space at Kevin's hermitage (dream log 1999)
When I say dwarf, this guy was small, like a foot tall, and his motorcycle was in proportion. The “mandolin” sound was this thing he had on his handlebars. He told me to come here, said—“don’t be afraid of me. I’m a dentist.” He flashed me his teeth and they were oozing with blue foam. I forced myself to laugh and said I went to a dentist and he gave me a red toothbrush. He was laughing [ ... ] |
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720> Calamari state of the arkhive: retreating further into dormancy to weather the new world order
Weave fallen further into quiescense to the point where we din't print a single book last year, so we're still riding on inventory at SPD (who will hopefully weather this plague... they had to downsize their staff per California shelter-in-place restrictions). Even before ∀ll this COVID stuff we've bin pondering the viability of dead-tree-based books. Our last 2 titles of have been digial music releases, [ ... ] |
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719> Atomic sub-surfacing in Hemingway's Idaho to get hitched for the Peace Corpse + honeymoon in Baja
More like a bunch of trailers scattered in the desert. A yard of dust and sand and broken toys. Shag carpet and cats and dogs, an iguana was the centerpiece of the living room in a big smelly cage full of rotting vegetables. The iguana had two festering cysts on it's back. The clock was a piece of driftwood lacquered with pictures of persian cats. Dinner? Celery dollopped with peanut butter, deviled eggs, [ ... ] |
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718> Σum Lonely Places in L moondough: Falling off the Map to yr one private I-lands (Hawaii + P.R.)
Ain't much Δiffrent then our usual daily life, bud now it's like the rest of el moondough is homebodies w/us. In the scheme of things this ain't a big deal (if u think in sheer #s... 220,000 ppl wd halve to die each day to keep population growth at bay... still 2–3x as menny ppl born as dying each day), but a massive shift is taking place as to how folks approach life, their livelihoods (Inurnet + home
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717> 3rd unkle in '96 sleeping w/ la migra reading Rig Vedas in rehab mag-surveying Hueco Tanks + Zacatecas
... just when you thought it was over you peaked out and went straight down the other side, only to turn around and go straight back up. Up and down. I'd sweat to the point that my shirts could stand by themselves when they dried up at the end of the day. My leather hat stained with salt deposits. My new boots already worn down and bursting at the seams. I found a cool "Y" shaped arrowhead [ ... ] |
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716> Space cowboys wreck-diving our own graves thru cultural noise losing touch w/ the saddlelites (in '96)
... the choice of
pot sites would have been in a bison corral, a mobile home, a generator shack,
or a fish pond. Got thru maze of fences + cattle paddocks + set up ankle-deep
in a swamp only to discover the base radio was dead. Sent L off to bring P a radio, but then the truck wouldn't
start, even w/ the spare. I manage
one reading just by guessing he's transmitting from analogs (he could hear us
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715> No Place on Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous in the dubble sewersides of Maine + Ohio drives
... romantic-era writers whose lives ended in sewerside (Kleist in a dubble pact similar to the Black Sun guy). But more than that it's about how utopias inevitably end in dystopia + how Σum folks live their lives caged in their one heads (or maybe we're just reading into it cuz of current circumstances of 'social distancing' + self-isolation (wich for us ain't much diffrent then how we normally live)). [ ... ] |
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714> The REMaking of an I-land (nocturnal transmissions from Portsmouth, 1998)
I kept screaming and he got past the wires and sped up. I started to run. I was running on a map. I figured if I ran all the way to India it would be too hot for the tiger (I was running from the east so maybe I was in Myanmar). I finally reached India and saw Bengal on the map and realized the Siberian tiger was relatives of the Bengal tiger and would do just fine there. He caught me and ate me. [ ... ] |
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713> dubble-bassin The Horse's Mouth down Pennsylvania Ave (+ Texas + Kentucky too boot)
... then went to his performance @ Rhizome, same funky place where Calamari/T-Sky had a reading @ AWP DC 3 yrs ago... guess that was the day Calamari truly wint archival + dropped off the face of the map, if we hadn't before dat, Nat's being the last book (b-sides our one) dat we published. And now AWP is going on as we speak in San Antonio... what a nightmare w/ this whole Corona [ ... ] |
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712> Surveying the senses of screech owls thru Silvberbell Cemetery on ATVs before getting Zonged in 1996
And where are these supossed stock options? I'm almost thirty and I don't have health insurance. This sucks. Fuck you journal. Fuck everybody for those sleepless hours between four and five a.m. Fuck whatever god damn monkeys mutated to the mistake of homo sapiens. Bad call. I'm throwing away my morals for this job. All those holes adding up to form a gaping hole within myself. [ ... ] |
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711> Leap day # 7/11 after Ox-∃YE Madrugada (½-way) rapping up ∃nding ding ringing en our ears
... probly more than wd come by our table at AWP (granted we're giving books away), wich seems it's about that time a year, no? We don't even know where it is this year, completely out of touch w/ the lit whirld + we don't care. Part of us wonders why we bother pubishing Textiloma, or why we put so much effort into it, when the only person we're writing it for is our brother + he's more likely [ ... ] |
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710> Defragmenting our drive along Wisconsin to chase a Chevy on a wild goosle for an Ottawa Massage
2/22/2020> Another 2-filled date + another day of stairing @ a screan of DO NOT ENTER starting to freak us out cuz we're baysickly in the 26th mile of a marathon (in rapping up Textiloma)... eventually figgered out it don't help much dat we got very little available space on our harddrive wich we never paid much mined to before cuz we wreckoned a terrabyte was plenty nuff, but [ ... ] |
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709> P.S. Epilogged Epipath in Σum after Tellus' Broth of Her Man-OS while posting the pre-script in recovery
+ now (output-wise) we're starting a draft of the last episode #12 + since it ends by us "recovering" the text artifact ether by weigh of operation or on an expedition to retrieve it from the Bw/Ody of our brother Ulysses from when he set out on a 1-way mission in 1997 to climb the same peak our father Sisyphus died trying to scale in 1982 figgered weed mock up what the text artifact might look [ ... ] |
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708> The myth of Sisyphus humping the Oregon trail thru rock creek to Alaska, DC
... we was born there, spent our 1st decade more ore less there, our home state u cd ssey. An other intresting fact is dat the originul Oregon Ave in DC used to be Swann St (they changed the name in 1938), so the 1st home we one is on x-Oregon Ave. We looted a few booxes along the weigh + like Sisyphus we humped more rocks from Rock Creek to take home + put in the back of our backyard. [ ... ] |
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707> Last throes of the white towel into the sewerside of black night falling past
... knot that U commit sewerside... we'll give U the benefit of the doubt. But such behaviour (shooting dope) is sewersidal, just like free-solo rock-climbing (w/o ropes) + while U contemplated sewerside in your journel's a lot, U din't leave no note, wich wd seem an out-of-charactor missed opportunity. Another reason we don't think U directly willed your deaf is cuz of the stigma it carried in your [ ... ] |
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706> Textiloma in 10-∃-SSEY (of 12) st/episodes wear Buckley (fooly clothed) swims in Miss Hippy
We're up to 1997 in Textiloma, going chronologically. The last week or 2 weave bin going thru Ulysses + our (Telemachus) journels. Ulysses entries start to peter out + then in August of '96 U went to rehab in Tucson + made a few entries in a hand-written diarrea wich is barely legible. We (Telemachus) switched over to a laptop by '96 so it's more or less a ⌘+C/⌘+V job (+ converting both [ ... ] |
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705> Re: Joyce, reJoyce! U god 9 lives of 2nd chantsses, Ulysses (as we post epi 3). Use them wisely.
... quit,... ad ∞,... an endless psychle, just like our father Sisyphus humping dat dam stone... well, obviously not endless, unlike your alter ego Prometheus (who was eviscerated by an eagle each night but woke in the mourning w/ liver back in tact) we always have the option to choose deaf by sewerside, like Sisyphus (our pop, not the mythillogical 1), who had sir'O'sis of the liver from ∀ll that C2H5OH [ ... ] |
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704> Biogeochem sampling our ashes to crestate a tombstone of gold-digging vs. love at the end of 1995
A conversation between yourself and your alter ego standing 600 feet up on the edge of Canyon de Chelly wanting to jump, trying to talk yourself out of it [...] All your life compressed into about 10 seconds of free fall. I'm such a loser I've been sitting here for 10 minutes trying to calculate in my head exactly how long the free fall would be but I get answers that are way too large. Common [ ... ] |
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703> Eagle threads the needle to ill-annoy + how book-X-changing leads to gentrification
... whoever thunk as simpull an act as putting a box up + giving away books could spark such rage? The above booty we'll put in our boox to mix things up, unless we haven't read it (we'll give the Jay McInerney a look). The other day sum 1 left Famished Road by Ben Okri + On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong, the latter of wich we ain't red + have been meaning to check out, so thank [ ... ] |
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702> Entwined mise en abîme enzymed from the MST3K P-nut gallery as we post Entelechy of Telemachy
Recognize the shadowy figgers from Mystory Sighence Theatre 3000? That's us now, setting t/here rite next to Tel, piping in from the P-nut gallery as the transcryption of Ulysses' journels scroll by. A mise en abîme enzymed to denature our helix, dubble-stranding on us on dis here dessert I-land w/ Oxen of the Son, buey. If u blow up the I-ox-eyed Darwinian DNA each strand gets cumposed of an [ ... ] |
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701> The actual white-fanged dogberry is dead (not for sale) in a swampy 451° F
Conceptually its got intresting ideas (in pertickler the "4th wall TV" where the viewer acts out 1 part), but the writing is more pulp-trashy then literary, certainly not subtle. And at times tinged w/ racism, especially in the coda he added in 1979. Then again, it was written in 1950, so it is what it is, for the time + if we judge or censor it we succumb to the same trappings the book portends. [ ... ] |
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700> Black swans/white pelicans, Indecency + REMember: this is NOT a zoo or theme park
Launched chapter 2 of Textiloma, "Reinhabiting Deependsea." 2 weeks w/o a drink. Shifted north to Gainesville, at least it's a college town w/ young educated ppl. Walked La Chua trail, much as we cd.... seams the hogwah has risen so twards the end we was wading up to our shins in the swampy muck. Signs said: "Remember: This is NOT a zoo or theme park" as if folks needid reminding. Saw a few [ ... ] |
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699> The strip-mauled duplicate of the islandic invention of Dr. Morel under constant rigor
Casares ends the book by saying «To the person who reads this diary and then invents a machine that can assemble disjoined presences, I make this request: Find Faustine and me, let me enter the heaven of her consciousness.» We feel almost like A.B. Casares is reaching out across almost a century of time to us, tasking us w/ the aks to riverse ingenehear his liebro, to replicate his bookish machine... perhaps wheel heed his call, [ ... ] |
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698> 1st week on the wagon intruding into dust to doormirror bedder
... + father, at least until we finish our book. And our bedder-½'s doing it in solidarity w/ us. Wheel metaphorically go thru the 12 steps w/ them (minus all the hire god shit). Not sure our dad ever was able to quit cold-turkey, we member our stepmuther wanted him to go to A.A. but not sure ever he did. She used to dump all his alcahole out, but then discovered he was drinking his mouthwash. [ ... ] |
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697> Foreign Objets launched as Textiloma + projected as The Door onto a door
Wint to a movie last nite in a theatre w/ multiple screens + chairs facing every wich way so u picked a chair facing the screen u wanted to watch, all juxtaposed at skewed angles. We was there to see The Doors movie + it was being projected onto a door. The people we was with (strangers) picked a randumb seat way in back where we could barely see, especially since the door/screen was actual size. [ ... ] |
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696> The boox-pillaging book-bag-lady dawdling down Dial-a-where St.
Major slape whiting. Creating a new «20» folder to store post 696. As usual we slept rite thru New Years. Ate fondue + rewatched Apocalypse Now for probly the 20th time + drank our last bottle of Cava for a spell. Gunna stop drinking alcohole til 4/30/2020—our brother's 55th berthday + launch date of Textiloma. Or at least til the end of January, when the the 2nd ½ of season 6 of Bojack [ ... ] |
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