Monday, June 30, 2008

Room 689.01

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Monday, June 23, 2008

Room 687




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the ape shaped eyes













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Saturday, June 21, 2008

Room 201.00000103






I DONT KNOW WHAT ANYTHING

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to swell a progress

the moment caught - the time clasped or lazily guestured at
the relentlessness of the sun and bright trees
the massive microscope trained on the silence
of human hope or hate - something emergent and pastel in a fuzz
of beginning - a quizzical shape bending away from you:
the sexy women and the endless questions -

the sad dust keeps popping
as the lanky man chews gum or rides away over the Southern Alps
in his Toyota - the deep voice - in all this rubid resonance - and indeed
a voice is heard to "cry out for meaning" and the land does indeed cry for meaning, sobs for significance, as we might cluster on a beach if only we were still alive:

there is talk of progress, and petrol prices etc
but insanity has its own rewards it has been recorded (somewhere) -
I reach for the pepper, wondering idly, if peripherally, whose hand it is that reaches:
lately the light has become so solid with its own ineluctability I am left
fingering my fingers - where is all that exciting Italian dolce vita they said we would imbibe
in the bemused and hazy vino evenings - laced with sad drinks and wondrous women
dressed only in their vaginas and a small covering - promising so much

but we are used to nothing happening for ages
and return with slick smiles to the task at hand

the clicks and insane toys and all the other cacophanies of the night scream with significant laughter as we too disappear down the twisted corridors
with grace of those who have failed perfectly and

we are completely mad and huge with ourselves
amid the gigantic lobelias and frozen leopards -
the joyful destruction continues

and we recall 'the phenomenological phallus' and the excrutiatingly lovely details

and -

-it is the details we require - progress was mentioned - but Buzz kept drinking -

we who also read the technical books and wonder about the blue one and the red one and
and the endless miles to fulfill our wire blood needs &
our quietly desperate hungers - our advancing annihilation and the wonder of tree trunks
the black hands writhing and writing everywhere -

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Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Room 501.22a

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THE INFINITE SONDHEIM SEMEME MACHINE


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Standing on the hillside at night. The fluttering of millions. Shells. How things. Being among the multitudes and the thoughts. Folded. Shelled in many ways. Imagine. There is surely something. One. Cup. A kind of. They were. Seeing (or hearing?) the ecstatic silence. The intellection and the bursts of rawness. “Drifts of shifts” The wrath of words. The iration of ideation. Qualm. He felt a qualm. Where has the softness gone? The man. Something explodes somewhere. We can say of a that it is not b. Judgement. The spider descends. Hard green cord round the spinning top to get it to gyrate. The whirl of many colour. We inhabited the hinter woods. He disappeared mid winterely.






Richard Taylor






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Alan Sondheims's script and the - "... a section of what seems to be an infinite text, a text in the manner of a bandage or suture across the wound of a sememe (what reads as a sememe); a wound within, unconstrued within, the imaginary...."

is this a found script or one i created ? does it really matter? given the relatively small number of symbols, it would be reasonable to apply coding to it - a matrix/template that might slide across the apparent grid, producing meaning. one might think of this as a universal machine applicable to texts of any length; it becomes increasingly evident that meaning is a construct across symbols, neither within them nor within the dictionary translation / transliterations.


here, in this example, only in this particular example, one has a section of what seems to be an infinite text, a text in the manner of a bandage or suture across the wound of a sememe (what reads as a sememe); a wound within, unconstrued within, the imaginary. think of this as the lid of the pre-linguistic - not exactly mode, but a potential for interpretation, sliding out and against itself, as soon as one is found. nothing holds here, not even "here," not even place or placement. the lesson, where we are, where we are not, is always already unlearned.


Alan Sondheim

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