Part I (half of)

smile kidney eye kidney,
no place left

the unexamined, shine out
violent chill.

literal beauty,

one
one
GO
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one
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+ this, which is old, but I only listened to it recently, I don't think it embeds, so a link, esp. for lawyers, about an hour long, Elaine Scarry: Beauty and Social Justice

they would carry out experiments where they would replace an organ with concrete and see how it would affect the person, and see how the person would continue to live, by doing this they learned about the role of the removed organ

my heart pounds at certain transliterations
to see 'mine' taken in aerial assault
you stay on 'that' side of the tracks
please.  i eat sans serif for 'breakfast'
i tire, of it.  i'm trained in
mathematics,
so pronounce it
in
tegral, the beautiful,
so if, not differentiate.  please
integrate by learning the,
follow
the new withdrawal into
sanskrit, eat
chinese spam

24/09

well this is an
odd sort of
connect -
hunger- to - feeding
memory to
a poem.
i hang silver lamé,
jukeboxes in
sets of ten,
plateaus usually are
i would have thought,
"" and
injury.



it tastes corrosive
blindspot, i can see
blindspot, how you mi-
ght,

did roland barthes,
in his book,
say something about,
"it can't be true" and
"it must be true"
being used so as to fine
tune a set of circumstances
like a clutch pedal,
blind spot.  so that
news is neither too good
nor too bad.  so facts
are rejected and made,
did he write that,
i can't bear to look
it up myself.

(draft)

hush peat push hours, fine rest chink found late
i, clothes miss buono trial heart, write fifty one
minutes feed, oh seven eight, oh...
i mean, trickle through drip into carne i want
to fade into censorship inappropriate content
i nailed this to the floor, DIRECT:

peace, pebble stillness of bathwater press

a surah

http://download.quranicaudio.com/quran/adel_kalbani/112.mp3

12 seconds

[strikethrough Tues. 17th Aug. '10]

II

To Manchua you carr[y]ied me

Your footprints in the sand

My words in your voice

That stirred fresh life

Whose shadow brought me

To darker plains

that shield

From shuddering light

Once blinding had struck

Not friendly flame

But terrible sheets

That flashed their frozen eyes

Like clinging children

Warm corners of heat

Cleaned up and brightened

For static reflections shin[es]ing back

And echoes that catch on marble pillars

Like la ilaha ilallah

date modified: 23/03/2008 10.1KB [writtenforSophia]

:

Lois, you should see what the inside of your lungs 
look like.

written 05/08/10

since you've been
there and back
and there and
back that maybe
you'd remember
the feeling of
wanting to leave
or of not know
ing if you wanted
to leave
when you might have
still decided to stay
since you've been
there, maybe
you would want
to help, and not

two pebbles
stop me
dead

Unitarian [written a fortnight or so ago]

 one crippled wheelchair
puncture
one malfunction

 absorb
several dark stabs
mortality depends
on the angle

 sightlines.  i haven't
seen an iris for some weeks
they remind me of the
dressing first degree
i mean of your burn
when you burned that
okay

a heart beats in a direction
if it moves it is towards
or away from (this is prose)
it needs to know where it
is going or it won't go

 you can cryogenically freeze a person
without them seeing you, you just follow
your better judgement when approaching

you can hold your breath twice as long if you want to

[written at least three weeks ago]

i got over the death cult,
drips splintered, bomb
disposal, i see past
confessional
breezeblocks
coal
wonder at such
structured attempts
to hurt
and how
you could
be so
wide of the mark
i watch you
argue with
my portrait
i put religion
in a box over
there,
there,
next to the,
yes,
it looks
okay
doesn't
it
go on
have my soul
for afters
photocopy it
leave it
out in the
rain
i put this here
so that it isn't
waiting when
i look at you
pops out
you know

we now know
how it is,

thank you.

re.

"hateful",

we live in graves,

: (

: )

i.e. we do not die

stop.

: )

[temporary]

حرية حرية
حرية

three lessons on the entry of light into a human eyeball, with misleading reference to the evolution of the eyeball

it is not just biology
that loses focus when
too close, or very close
when close it is hard to
make out an outline
or see where the right
parts should go or
what is missing, a diagram
that is related:

so it hits exactly the right
point, but when it goes
a little farther
then who knows,
really.  i like the
fact that you are just
beyond my peripherary
there is no need to
check if you are there
as i couldn't see anyway
i just think that you are
and that seems to work
well

notes

similar to how the right to protest is a system enha
ncing authorised safety valve the right to doubt gi
ves ELASTIC qualities that ultimately IMPROVE
or strengthen allowing a range of responses that st
ill result in YES. i am not talking about human inter
action.  i AM not defending myself.  i REJECT cap
italisation of the 'i'.  oppression of.  love for a syst
em betrayed. for a status which is the best.  fumes
and fine particles/bomb disposal.

severed retreat
heal dress st-
stupor wake
hold tight
'til bones
crack flee
her voice

undo his
sweet

cure keep
down solid
food

patience
shown and
fast held
mopped
daily
laundry, towels
one pile,
daily
sheets sink
back and

rather
not say


hospital bed,
it's a modern day skull (IF)

banal and
singularly
unaffecting

i'm portugal you're china he's india he doesn't get to be india he's burma he's myanmar he doesn't know where myanmar is you look like a burmese national you look like a burmese citizen you pay taxes to the burmese leadership a military junta he doesn't know what a junta is why am i china you look like a chinese boy she likes to pretend she is a big man i am a you are a small boy i can carry twenty kilograms of flour from the car to the house go on then go on then alright

// chose the image of a Black Square  He wrote, , that when painting it he felt ‘black nights, and ‘a  timidity bordering’, but when he neared completion he experienced a ‘blissful  where nothing , and feeling became the substance of my life.’//

Saturday, 5 December 2009

polygon. an understated,










:









make poor attempts it to flow.



no sweet trick,



or an another place









Urgent, an urgent,















Bedrock.



The stopped dead cold of a lack









fat satisfaction -









I keep,



blank dream.





.


If you get too happy you’ll forget how to speak permaculture, a course on permaculture a Welcome Break, an accurate description. Something other than being still. It’s like july 1995, you know, all over again.



anecdote: the mosquitoes would get so full of[f] my blood they would struggle to carry the weight of their red bellies and i would slam them against the wall with a copy of a portrait of the artist as a young man, one of his less challenging works now stained.


An argument about who is the most offended:: a deep layer and then a high clean one


Urgent, an urgent,

Bedrock.
The stopped dead cold of a lack

Loss of the need to do, a fat satisfaction







Director: Matthew Stone


These New Puritans - Attack Music



Via Pitchfork
http://pitchfork.com/tv/#/musicvideo/4138-these-new-puritans-attack-music-domino

10th jan:
SUNDAY

__________________________________________________________
Can you draw a diagram of a heart with your eyes closed?

Yes.

Would it be accurate?

Yes.

Could you label it?

With my eyes closed?

Yes.

Maybe.

...

No I'd have to open my eyes to check.  And then I could do it without looking.

Bicuspid, Tricuspid.

Lunar, ventricular, yes.

Ventricular aortic.

And so on.

________________________________________________________

>Before you know it<

A short performance (1 hour duration) by Irum Fazal & Jeremy Hardingham.
Before you know itJudith E. Wilson Studio,>>Basement,>>Faulty of English, >>9 West Road,>>Cambridge.>>>>8pm ~ Tuesday 8 December 2009>>free bar >>>>>Before you know it<>>>>A short performance (1 hour duration) its only texts fragments from Simone Weil's 'Gravity and >> Grace' (excerpted from an English translation by Emma Crawford & Mario >> von der Ruhr), the performance takes place largely silently, with a few >> incursions of recorded music, and noise of the performers. Working >> seperately, solitary, each performer is engaged in creative acts of >> forgetting, or of summoning memories to be expressed, yet without the >> traditional means with which to describe >>activities are interrupted 3 times by the performers sharing the >>stage (a simple wooden platform) in the centre of the room. Here they may >>speak, or remain speechless, or sing.>>>> performance arises out of a resistance to performance, a feeling > that it is not worth it; that political or spiritual action has no place > upon the stage. It also comes from an attitude to performance which is > less to do with 'acting' than with an awareness of existence, a sharing > of intimate thinking and actions, things living and dead which cannot but be made before an audience. > an audience.>>We invite conversation after the performance, to have a glass of something >and to continue any dialogue which this little event may enrol.

1) Foxes have three legs




2) Foxes eat courgettes



3) Live in the bushes in front of the bungalow



4) They are sandy coloured



5) They walk along pavements



6) And stand to one side,



7) Wait in a driveway to let you pass.

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A tsunami is what happens when a wall,
An immense body crashes in japan.
I wrap this in a foreign language that i learnt from an
>English<>dictionary< so I can give it you without you
knowing