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    LAMENTS

    THE NEW DISEASE CAME.
    
    I LEARNED THAT TIME
    
    DOES NOT HEAL.
    
    EVERYTHING GETS
    
    WORSE WITH DAYS.
    
    I HAVE SPOTS
    
    LIKE A DOG.
    
    I COUGH AND CANNOT
    
    TURN MY HEAD.
    
    I CONSIDER SLEEPING
    
    WITH PEOPLE
    
    I DO NOT LIKE.
    
    I NEED TO LIE
    
    BACK TO FRONT
    
    WITH SOMEONE
    
    WHO ADORES ME.
    
    I WILL THINK MORE
    
    BEFORE I CANNOT.
    
    I LOVE MY MIND WHEN
    
    IT IS FUCKING THE
    
    CRACKS OF EVENTS.
    
    I WANT TO TELL YOU
    
    WHAT I KNOW
    
    IN CASE IT IS OF USE.
    
    I WANT TO GO TO
    
    THE FUTURE PLEASE.
    
    	
    
    IF THE PROCESS STARTS
    
    I WILL
    
    KILL THIS BABY
    
    A GOOD WAY.
    
    SHE CAN LIE
    
    ON MY
    
    FAMILIAR BELLY.
    
    OUR BACKS WILL 
    
    BE IN LINE
    
    AND THEN
    
    INDISTINGUISHABLE.
    
    I WILL TAKE
    
    HER DOWN BEFORE
    
    SHE FEELS THE
    
    FEAR THAT IS
    
    CAUSE AND
    
    RESULT.
    
    
    WITH ONLY MY MIND
    
    TO PROTECT ME
    
    I GO INTO DAYS.
    
    WHAT I FEAR IS
    
    IN A BOX WITH FUR
    
    TO MUFFLE IT.
    
    EVERYDAY I DO NOTHING
    
    BECAUSE I AM
    
    SCARED BLANK AND LAZY,
    
    BUT THEN THE MEN COME.
    
    I PUT MY MOUTH ON THEM.
    
    I SPIT AND WRITE
    
    WITH THE WET.
    
    THE WET SAYS WHAT
    
    MUST STOP AND
    
    WHAT SHALL BEGIN.
    
    I SPIT BECAUSE THE DEATH
    
    SMELL IS TOO CLOSE TO ME.
    
    THE STINK MAKES WORDS
    
    TELL THE TRUTH ABOUT
    
    WHO KILLS AND
    
    WHO IS THE VICTIM.
    
    DEATH IS THE
    
    MODERN ISSUE.	
    
    
    NO RECORD OF JOY
    
    CAN BE LIKE THE
    
    JUICE THAT JUMPS
    
    THROUGH YOUR SKULL
    
    WHEN YOU ARE
    
    PERFECT IN SEX.
    
    YOU POSITION
    
    YOUR SPINE UNTIL
    
    IT WAVES.
    
    YOUR HANDS RUN
    
    TO SPOTS
    
    THAT FEEL
    
    DIFFERENT.
    
    BREATHING TELLS
    
    THE PERSON
    
    WHAT TO DO.
    
    YOU TRY TO STOP
    
    BECAUSE THAT
    
    IS THE FUN.
    
    THEN YOU SQUEEZE
    
    AND BECOME
    
    UNCONSCIOUS NEAR
    
    WHOMEVER WHICH IS
    
    THE DANGEROUS
    
    THING IN
    
    THE WORLD.
    
    ARE THE END
    
    YOU DO NOT WANT.
    
    YOU CARRY THIS
    
    SENSATION TO THE
    
    CRUEL PLACES YOU GO.	
    
    
    THERE IS NO ONE'S 
    
    SKIN UNDER
    
    MY FINGERNAILS.
    
    THERE IS NO ONE
    
    TO WATCH
    
    MY HAIR GROW.
    
    NO ONE LOOKS AT
    
    ME WHEN I WALK.
    
    PEOPLE WANT ME
    
    TO PAY MONEY FOR
    
    EACH THING I GET..
    
    I HAVE EVERY KIND 
    
    OF THOUGHT AND THAT
    
    IS NO EMBARRASSMENT.
    
    I LOOK AT MYSELF
    
    WHEN I BATHE.
    
    WHAT I GIVE
    
    TO ALL THE PEOPLE
    
    WHO DO NOT WANT
    
    TO LIVE WITH ME
    
    IS ARITHMETIC.
    
    I COUNT INFANTS AND
    
    OREDICT THEIR DAYS.
    
    I SUBTRACT PEOPLE
    
    KILLED FOR ONE
    
    REASON OR ANOTHER.
    
    I GUESS THE NEW
    
    REASONS AND PROJECT
    
    THEIR EFFICACY.
    
    I DECORATE MY
    
    NUMBERS AND
    
    CIRCULATE THEM.	
    
    
    I HAVE A
    
    HOT HOLE
    
    THAT WAS
    
    PUT IN ME.
    
    I CAN LIVE
    
    WITH IT.
    
    PEOPLE MADE IT
    
    AND USE IT
    
    TO GET
    
    TO ME.
    
    I CAN HURT
    
    IT TOO BUT
    
    USUALLY I PUT
    
    MY THINKING
    
    THERE FOR
    
    EXCITEMENT.
    
    WHEN MY MIND
    
    IS RIGHT I
    
    CAN SAY WHAT
    
    NO ONE WANTS
    
    TO HEAR.
    
    I BRAG ABOUT
    
    MY INDIFFERENCE,
    
    BUT THE LAST
    
    KIND PART OF
    
    ME RAVES
    
    BECAUSE
    
    I WILL NOT
    
    BE THE ONLY
    
    DEAD ONE.
    
    I KEEP THE
    
    HOLE OPEN.	
    
    
    I WANT TO LIVE IN
    
    A SILVER WRAPPER.
    
    I WILL SEE
    
    WHOOPING ROCKS FLY.
    
    I WILL ICE ON MY BLACK SIDE
    
    AND STEAM ON THE OTHER
    
    WHEN I FLOAT BY SUNS.
    
    I WANT TO LICK FOOD
    
    FROM MY CEILING.
    
    I AM AFRAID TO STAY
    
    ON THE EARTH.
    
    FATHER HAS CARRIED ME THIS
    
    FAR ONLY TO HAVE ME BURB
    
    AT THE EDGE OF SPACE.
    
    FACTS STAY IN YOUR MIND
    
    UNTIL THEY RUIN IT.
    
    THE TRUTH IS PEOPLE ARE
    
    PUSHED AROUND BY TWO MEN
    
    WHO MOVE ALL 
    
    THE BODIES ON EARTH INTO
    
    PATTERNS THAT PLEASE THEM.
    
    THE PATTERNS THAT SPELL
    
    OH NO NO NO
    
    BUT IT DOES NO GOOD
    
    TO WRITE SYMBOLS.
    
    YOU HAVE TO DO THE
    
    RIGHT ACTS WITH YOUR BODY.
    
    I SEE SPACE AND IT
    
    LOOKS LIKE NOTHING AND
    
    I WANT IT AROUND ME.	
    
    
    I WAS
    
    SICK FROM
    
    ACTING NORMAL..
    
    I WATCHED
    
    REPLAYS OF
    
    THE WAR.
    
    WHEN NOTHING
    
    HAPPENED I
    
    CLOSED A ZONE
    
    WHERE I
    
    EXERT CONTROL.
    
    I FORMED A
    
    GOVERNMENT THAT
    
    IS AS WELCOME
    
    AS SEX.
    
    I AM GOOD
    
    TO PEOPLE
    
    UNTIL THEY DO
    
    SOMETHING STUPID.
    
    I STOP THE
    
    HABITUAL MISTAKES
    
    THAT MAKE FATE.
    
    I GIVE PEOPLE
    
    TIME SO THEY
    
    FEEL THEIR LIVES
    
    MOVING OVER
    
    THEIR SKINS.
    
    I WANT A
    
    LARGER ARENA.
    
    I TEASE WITH
    
    THE POSSIBILITY
    
    OF MY
    
    ABSENCE.	
    
    
    THE KNIFE CUT
    
    RUNS AS LONG
    
    AS IT WANTS.
    
    IT IS THROUGH
    
    MY STOMACH.
    
    I KEEP LOOKING
    
    AT IT.
    
    I HAVE MORE
    
    COLORS THAN
    
    I WOULD
    
    HAVE THOUGHT.
    
    THE WHOLE IS
    
    LARGE ENOUGH
    
    FOR MY HEAD.
    
    THE HOLE WAS
    
    BIG ENOUGH
    
    FOR THEIR HANDS
    
    TO MOVE FREELY.
    
    THEY PUT THEIR
    
    FINGERS IN
    
    BECAUSE THEY
    
    SHOULD NOT AND
    
    BECAUSE THEY
    
    DO NOT GET 
    
    THE CHANCE 
    
    EVERY DAY.	
    
    
    DEATH CAME AND HE LOOKED
    
    LIKE A RAT WITH CLAWS.
    
    I MADE HIM GO
    
    INTO THE WALL.
    
    I KEEP HIM THERE WITH 
    
    THE PRESSURE OF MY MIND.
    
    I HEAR HIM SCRATCHING
    
    AND CLIMBING.
    
    MY THOUGHTS FLY TO THE
    
    WALL TO SEAL THE CRACKS
    
    AND ADD PLASTER
    
    LAYERS FOR STRENGTH.
    
    I KEEP MY BRAIN ON SO I
    
    DO NOT FALL INTO NOTHING
    
    IF HIS CLAW HURT ME.
    
    I DO NOT WANT TO LEAVE
    
    MY HOUSE AND THE
    
    PEOPLE I LIKE.
    
    I DO NOT WANT TO STOP
    
    KNOWING ALL MY FACTS.
    
    I DO NOT WAHT MY BODY TO
    
    TURN INTO SOMETHING ELSE..
    
    WHEN A RAT MAKES YOU
    
    UNCONSCIOUS YOU GO ON
    
    A CONVEYOR BELT AND ARE
    
    DUMPED FROM THE END.
    
    YOU DROP IN SPACE AND
    
    NEVER HIT BOTTOM EVEN
    
    THOUGH YOU NEED TO
    
    AS TIME PASSES.	
    
    
    I CAN MAKE WOMEN'S
    
    BREASTS WEEP. I DREAM
    
    WORDS. MY IDEAS COME
    
    FROM MY SKIN. I WAKE
    
    IN TERROR FROM WHAT
    
    IS IN ME BEFORE
    
    EXPERIENCE. I CAN CONJURE
    
    WHAT HAS NEVER BEEN
    
    TO DAZZLE MYSELF.
    
    I DO NOT WANT TO BE EATEN.
    
    I MOVE IN AN ENVELOPE
    
    OF ALL SMELLS. I HOOT
    
    WHEN MY BRAIN FILLS.	
    —Jenny Holzer

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    Little Dragon, Twice

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    It is very interesting that nothing inside in them, that is when you consider the very long history of how every one ever acted or has felt, it is very interesting that nothing inside in them in all of them makes it connectedly different… The only thing that is different from one time to another is what is seen and what is seen depends upon how everybody is doing everything. This makes the thing we are looking at very different and this makes what those describe it make of it, it makes a composition…Nothing changes from generation to generation except the thing seen and that makes a composition.
    Gertrude Stein, Composition as Explanation (1926).

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    Hands actually aren’t full, just not a fan of using them. (sexpigeon) View high resolution

    Hands actually aren’t full, just not a fan of using them. (sexpigeon)

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    "Most people aren’t trained to want to face the process of re-understanding a subject they already know. One must obtain not just literacy, but deep involvement and re-understanding."

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    Judith Butler, Benjamin and the Philosophy of History. (egs)

    Judith Butler, philosopher and author, talking about Walter Benjamin’s Theses On The Philosophy of History. In this lecture, Judith Butler discusses historical materialism crossed with the messianic, crystallization as the imagistic form of the past, homogenous time, the loss of remembrance and the singularity of catastrophe in relationship to Franz Kafka, Theodor W. Adorno, Walter Benjamin, Jacques Derrida, Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel and Michel Foucault focusing on memory, progress, empty time, the relation of the past and present, happening versus action and dialectics.

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    two peas in pod. View high resolution

    two peas in pod.

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    Stanzas, Sexes, Seductions

    by Anne Carson

    It’s good to be neuter.
    I want to have meaningless legs.
    There are things unbearable.
    One can evade them a long time.
    Then you die.
    
    The ocean reminds me
    of your green room.
    There are things unbearable.
    Scorn, princes, this little size
    of dying.
    
    My personal poetry is a failure.
    I do not want to be a person.
    I want to be unbearable.
    Lover to lover, the greenness of love.
    Cool, cooling.
    
    Earth bears no such plant.
    Who does not end up
    a female impersonator?
    Drink all the sex there is.
    Still die.
    
    I tempt you.
    I blush.
    There are things unbearable.
    Legs, alas.
    Legs die.
    
    Rocking themselves down,
    crazy slow,
    some ballet term for it —-
    fragment of foil, little
    spin, little drunk, little do, little oh, alas.

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    Jenny Holzer View high resolution

    Jenny Holzer

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    If something is boring after two minutes, try it for four. If still boring, then eight. Then sixteen. Then thirty-two. Eventually one discovers that it is not boring at all.
    — John Cage

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    Ramona Cordova, Brother on BATV’s Golden Sounds Series (2010)

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    “Eat Miss Deborah daughter. Miss Deborah daughter eat Adhim. Melissa eat Adhim. Melissa cat eat Adhim. Melissa eat cat all gone taste good. Cat eat Adhim. Eat Miss Deborah daughter cat. Cat in Kalamazoo. Kalamazoo very far. Eat candy in Kalamazoo. Eat chips Kalamazoo. Eat Kalamazoo. Daughter head taste minty.”

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    Aino Kannisto View high resolution

    Aino Kannisto

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    (MSL) View high resolution

    (MSL)

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    Jessica Lea Mayfield, We’ve Never Lied

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