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' you're ...

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  'you 're the greatest poet of the generation '

Darius Brotman  to me in a letter 1977

  and
            'don't smoke in bed '


     and I didn't!
 
 
 
 
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Territories Desire

Territories Desire





If there are territories of desire___and indeed there are Sir, __ but they exist as Outsides not dominated by the signifier dictatorship of the text's Boss__ the one formerly writing under the name God, then we are in them, we fiddle around in the milieu unknowingly. As each of us, is a territory, flake flittering over our own body-without-organs, then we seek what, precisely? A word speaking to a word won't do. A text talking back to another won't do either. Maybe it's just time to do the laundry.

If_____ why say if, how if, when if, who if, whence if__ not if, but becomings over the threshing hold, body-without-organs.
As the egg laid of the formal template dares its opening, unlatching flue, ceaseless line.

Catapult .



Clifford Duffy






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09 NOVEMBER 2013

"deaf"

letterpress workshop / center for book arts / nyc

Most of my work is digital but this week I went back in time and tried out letterpress printing because I wanted to see how it works, what's involved - and how it fits in with the history of printing....

perfect spies and


Is Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle the same uncertainty we have with any future event at the smallest observable level?

Art and Poetry at quantum art and poetry - 6 hours ago
*Video explaining an objective quantum field theory * Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle between position and momentum ∆×∆p×≥h/4π and between energy and time ∆E ∆t ≥ h/2π is not a limitation of our ability to measure what is happening. It is a part of the physical structure of the Universe. This theory gives us an objective understanding of this with time as an emergent property with the future is coming into existence with each new photon of energy (photon electron coupling). This forms a process of continuous energy exchange relative to the position and momentum of the atoms.... more »

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richard lopez at Really Bad Movies - 19 hours ago
*a short note on lou reed* i was in anaheim yesterday walking in downtown disney when anna checked her iPhone and told me lou reed had died at the early age of 71. i was shocked not by his death. we all will pass away someday. but by his age. i am not being ironic when i call dying at 71 'early' for nowadays it is. but that reed for me was ageless in a way the very cool are ageless. reed for me bypassed youth long long ago and entered time like a delta bluesman where things like youth and seniority matter not and a person becomes a Presence. lou reed was such a Presence. whe... more »

Gilles Bonnecarrère, Male Dancers Wanted, 1976

pornochio at discipline in disorder - 2 days ago
*«New York, 1976. I am twenty-three years old. The house where i was living, wedged between two buildings at 42 Water Street, has just burned down. All that it held is gone. On a bench in Battery Park i find an old Village Voice with the following ad : «Male dancers wanted (experience not necessary)». On 46th street, near Broadway, i climb the narrow staircase up to a cashier’s window. Denise, the boss, says : « Are you here for the job ? Come in, have a look, see if you can do it.“* Trouvé hier chez Yvon Lambert ce grand bouquin blanc, tiré seulement à 400 copies, renfermant des ... more »

Corry Shores at Pirates & Revolutionaries - 2 days ago
by Corry Shores [*Search Blog Here*. Index-tags are found on the bottom of the left column.] [Central Entry Directory] [The Dainton – Gallagher Phenomenal Time Debate, entry directory] [All underlining, boldface, and bracketed commentary are my own. Proofreading is incomplete, so mistakes are still currently present.] Barry Dainton “Time in Experience: Reply to Gallagher” Reply to: Gallagher, Shaun. Sync-ing in the Stream of Experience: Time-Consciousness in Broad, Husserl and Dainton, Psyche 9(10), April 2003 Abstract [quoting]: Consciousness exists in time, but tim... more »

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ohn Le Carré, A Perfect Spy, 1986

xgatitox at discipline in disorder - 17 minutes ago
J'ai longtemps eu une tendance à passer à coté de Le Carré. Ne me corrigez pas si je me trompe mais je ne dois pas être le seul. Pourquoi? trop 'légitime'? trop gros? trop 'propre sur soi', Espionnage? Déjà que… Espionnage à papa? etc, etc. L'écrivain le moins branché du monde? On le sait bien ici, une pile de mauvaises raisons ça fait une bonne raison s'y coller, et puis Garnier, Roth, ont toujours dit qu' *A Perfect Spy*, c'était très bien. Oui, c'est très bien. Mieux même. On va faire vite, pas besoin d'une vraie review, juste deux trois trucs en passant en forme de LISEZ-LE. Le ... more »


call it

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every lover's born your breasts
come to my pillage. here inside tongue
tusk. its mere whim
callow the wheezing
instant.
blue. green. vermilion. cerulean.
you are young handsome . Light. as a fiarce.
or a grand Guignol. I am inside your thighs.
running hand over your river.
call your telephone name. its 1-800-love-
love propinquity. Mobiles rush to your name.


__dawn we're dusted with sweat.
ive waited all your life for this .
seconding of weeping.

already we rush   ~


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every lover's born your breasts.
come to my pillage. here inside tongue
tusk. its mere whim
callows the wheezing
instant.
blue. green. vermillion. cerulean.
you are . Light. as a fiarce.
or a grand guignol. I am inside your thighs.
running hand over your river.
call your telephone name. its 1-800- lo
ve propinquity. Mobiles rush to your name.


-dawn we're dusted with sweat.
ive waited all your life for this .
seconding of weeping.



Already we rush ~








video

'my fuck bird!~'


the letters contrary to what this blogger wrote, are  in fact, not out of print. And itwas Joyce himself who hailed the publication of his private life in Ulyses and his own scrivenered biography as by Gorman and others. who really were him. there is only one man in the end, and she's a lady
joyce's 'dirty' love letters to Nora the fuckbirdmistresswife!

write/rong


Does anyone have the right to read things that were clearly meant only for two specific people, i.e. Jim and Fuckbird? Now that they have been exposed to the world’s gaze, albeit in a fairly limited fashion, does anybody except these two (who are dead) have any right to make objections about or exercise control over the manner in which these private documents and records of intimacy are used?

she thought/ it w/as a /cat/knot a bog



we reblogged


“She thought for the first time in her life that it was nothing that was hers, that belonged to her,”

Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?, Joyce Carol Oates (via
J
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Joyce Carol Oates is James’ Joyce’s sister/His Double. She added the Oates to conceal her identity and avoid scandal/

 

 

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ConDomSn-umberto-ecos-foucaults

 
'I just got back from the enchanted moonscapes of Cappadocia in Turkey where (some) people still live in fairy chimneys, conical tuff rocks with pointed tops hollowed out from the inside.

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Comment

These term-words as I call them could be fictionalized in the deleuze/guattari capers etcetera
    I like to think of these terms of epistemic  tags usable to generate fictions and at times, fictive devices.


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"‘Listen, Jacopo, I thought of a good one: Urban Planning for Gypsies.’
‘Great,’ Belbo said admiringly. ‘I have one, too: Aztec Equitation.’
‘Excellent. But would that go with Potio-section or the Anynata?’
‘We’ll have to see.’ Belbo said. He rummaged in his drawer and took out some sheets of paper. ‘Potio-section…’ He looked at me, saw my bewilderment. ‘Potio-section, as everybody knows, is the art of slicing soup. No, no,’ he said to Diotallevi. ‘It’s not a department, it’s a subject, like Mechanical Avunculogratulation or Pylocatabasis. They all fall under the heading of Tetrapyloctomy.’
‘What’s tetra…?’
The art of splitting a hair four ways. Mechanical Avunculogratulation, for example, is how to build machines for greeting uncles.’"

how wow

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how ...many ... times .... the type... set .... battery ... cluded. it was luding round.... her fire
                                     multiplied by tripping .... did it... this was... round-eyed doe                                                   was yclept her song.... not sin's daughter.  her....                                    LOBmobster....



 ing .... did it... this was... round-eyed doe was yclept her song.... not sin's daughter.                     her.... mobster     






  times .... the type... set .... battery ... cluded. it was luding round.... her fire multiplied by trippin

_____________ flipping back the lying suns 
                          her breast like flatpans tasted better than gold
                               she sold/saying I want to be your slave /slut
                your whore!i Am her boy/ her slave
                        too a dog watch at her feet
s hes saying I want to be your dog
I say let me be your gazelle,  your elephant, your carry-on case , dog is too obvious
I mean woofwoof! who wants a dog/ stupid dumbarse things


ok so yr here at this    place
its  a dead end half suburb wann a be in acity that's crumbledumbdowncrumbling









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'charmin'g

you've been very charming and dashboard.
yer a new 'centurion' as I am heteronym to your piggishlatin.
batting yer buttin. patting yer eyebrows . curl'em up. girl. yer arse.
is glory tongue. iv'e .yer nightclerk. handy-andy. second saying
yer asking ?

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indeedingweisverybecomedwddispleasureofthetextings.

we are very cddisarming. Rmultitudespulcritudes. Oooh. datsavy. lovebubelectrobiblub

p.S.

P.S. might/ be the important part, or rather that other part saying as much in the way endnotes or footnotes as they're dubbed do.
i am not realy a  poet anylonger

i am a put together

or a combinatory
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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i say artist
as that sort of speaks more to my state of mind

but this poet
idea is so OverInflated
how does one describe with those old words

all of the work one does, or that two do?
A patois of schiilingual becomings

lOve

'break that text

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 hav is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinship to a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come of it?at I term fiction blogs. You can see them in my blogger profile. It’s not word press. I have especially enjoyed your come been reading your blog, a bit here and there, from time to time for about a month. You are a very graceful writer and it’s a pleasure read what you say. I am a poet from Canada with oodles of whabout Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive brit here and there, from time to time for about a month. You are a very graceful writer and it’s a pleasure read what you say. I am a poet from Canada with oodles of whabout Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinship to a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come of it?at I term fiction blogs. You can see them in my blogger profile. It’s not word press. I have especially enjoyed your comments about Felix Guattari and old professor Deleuze. As for writing books, it’s a strange business, and I have not written the sort of book you are thinking about. I have written poetry books, and been a performance artist. However, we are in the midst of a great change over of forms of publishing at this time, and perhaps one cannot ‘translate’ the one to the other. I find that I write quite differently on blogs than I do ehizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its uslsewhere. It stands to reason doesn’t it? And one can ask, and should, what is writing anyhow? I did a ph.d thesis about Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works edge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinshipto a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come of it?at I term fiction blogs. You can see them in my blogger profile. It’s not word press. I have especially enjoyed your comments about Felix Guattari and old professor eleuze. As for writing books, it’s a strange business, and I have not written the sort of book you are thinking about. I have written poetry books, and been a performance artist. However, we are in the midst of a great change over of forms of publishing at this time, and perhaps one cannot ‘translate’ the one to the other. I find that I write quite differently on blogs than I do elsewhere. It stands to reason doesn’t it? And one can ask, and should, what is writing anyhow? I did a ph.d thesis about Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinship to a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come ohange over of forms of publishing at this time, and perhaps one cannot ‘translate’ the one to the other. I find that I write quite differently on blogs than I do elsewhere. It stands to reason doesn’t it? And one can ask, and should, what is writing anyhow? I did a ph.d thesis about Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating ohose works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if od yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I t

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 hav is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinship to a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come of it?at I term fiction blogs. You can see them in my blogger profile. It’s not word press. I have especially enjoyed your come been reading your blog, a bit here and there, from time to time for about a month. You are a very graceful writer and it’s a pleasure read what you say. I am a poet from Canada with oodles of whabout Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive brit here and there, from time to time for about a month. You are a very graceful writer and it’s a pleasure read what you say. I am a poet from Canada with oodles of whabout Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinship to a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come of it?at I term fiction blogs. You can see them in my blogger profile. It’s not word press. I have especially enjoyed your comments about Felix Guattari and old professor Deleuze. As for writing books, it’s a strange business, and I have not written the sort of book you are thinking about. I have written poetry books, and been a performance artist. However, we are in the midst of a great change over of forms of publishing at this time, and perhaps one cannot ‘translate’ the one to the other. I find that I write quite differently on blogs than I do ehizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its uslsewhere. It stands to reason doesn’t it? And one can ask, and should, what is writing anyhow? I did a ph.d thesis about Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works edge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinshipto a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come of it?at I term fiction blogs. You can see them in my blogger profile. It’s not word press. I have especially enjoyed your comments about Felix Guattari and old professor Deleuze. As for writing books, it’s a strange business, and I have not written the sort of book you are thinking about. I have written poetry books, and been a performance artist. However, we are in the midst of a great change over of forms of publishing at this time, and perhaps one cannot ‘translate’ the one to the other. I find that I write quite differently on blogs than I do elsewhere. It stands to reason doesn’t it? And one can ask, and should, what is writing anyhow? I did a ph.d thesis about Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if one he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I think my thought just ran out of steam. But perhaps a comment in a blog has a kinship to a gloss in an old manuscript and from there who knows what pursuits will come ohange over of forms of publishing at this time, and perhaps one cannot ‘translate’ the one to the other. I find that I write quite differently on blogs than I do elsewhere. It stands to reason doesn’t it? And one can ask, and should, what is writing anyhow? I did a ph.d thesis about Paradise Lost and The Waste Land and joined the two of them together in a disjunctive bridge persuading my readers that a schizoanalytic approach would yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating ohose works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One often hears it said the creator or writer cannot be the ‘purser’ or the decider of the value of a work. I believe this is so, at least if od yield a different and better understanding of those poems. What I wrote was very small compared the gigantic area of study both of those works encompass.If I learned anything about this business of writing and creating over the last years of time it was that expression is always more and less (and not or), at the same time than one thinks. It escapes us, and we don’t know what our work is, nor where it lies, nor its use . One he thinks in these sort of tidy economic pastiches. However, however, one goes on, and works and does and does. And then, o well, I t

Close'r to

Close'r to
Clifford's ____/AsSemBlaGe/a Put together/___
It’s not easy to see things in the middle, rather than looking down on them from above or up at them from below, or from left to right or right to left: try it, you’ll see that everything changes. A.tP/Guattari&Deleuze
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not seamlesss at all however its juxtapos(t)ed! hahah
people like the word ‘seamless’

learningcollagecollege

how many did you

recalltopoetry
ReCall To Poetry: i feel
i feel that I am writing even when I am not writing. It’s as if I am in a state of writing at all times, and so when I sit down to actually compose, it’s a question of readiness.
Do you know what I mean? I am in a state of writing all the time, I am writing al the time, or if things are really cooking and I am tuned in, as if I was in a state of poetry at all times, so I when I sit down to compose, and for me, it’s a fairly intensive state, and I write quite fast, at least at first, then re-working or doctoring as I see fit..
So that writing, and poetry is a state of mind too.  And I think that’s why some poets come across more or less interestingly  to me. Others, the more so called professional types don’t interest me. It’s a culture, poetry is a culture too, you know, each poet bringing a culture and sensibility to it….

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night is a talent i n
which you
bridge your
gaps

knackered by storm heaps.
silken trees
sullen wear me downs ~

it's sacrosanct the way Jill
bustles about cape
in her hand
me over dress
second telling
the saying
has it'
s
an
old
saw



resumed
a t
the back of the shed
like any other trooper

worn by pillows
she's stretched her nape
over his head
a thing
callow
like

worried by
night
teased by lilting
beat
pulse
&
river
these
'll


be
your bears

___

hunkered by the hour
she's dressed
to fill

not as the saying has it
to kill
her lover's bed

or singularly
holding the apocalypse
in her hands
she's palmed his glove
past every sailor

__________

Jill has a body to still
Mona's body is presage to fillhours of plenty
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Share and Share alike has always been her mottoe. Not near a sore lent tingling. She' s worn high hoops to her lace. This lazy lover insouciant to her friends.