Which I calls wonderful penurious?
what jargon of self will has spoken? Inside the theory paradigm
of its whispers lies nothng but the deteritorialized subject
matter of its death.
Caution: reader if you take from here Unjustly stealing
from a suffering author thinking yer
sickness gives u the right to harm hinder and hurt
innocent others. its not so. steal from someone welse
if yer not a creator parasites will
discover to their eternal damanation. that theyre not
off the hook. DeBord and company 'll come to hauntyer sleepness nights giving U more sickness than you ever
bargained for.
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wriitngs done in
D IN 67
wonderful fill
wonderfill fill wonder of
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the Revolution of Everyday Life:The Reversal of Perspective
by Raoul Vaneigem
Chapter 20 "Creativity, Spontaneity, and Poetry"
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Spontaneity. Spontaneity is the true mode of being of individual creativity, creativity's initial, immaculate form, unpolluted at the source and as yet unthreatened by the mechanisms of co- optation. Whereas creativity in the broad sense is the most equitably distributed thing imaginable, spontaneity seems to be confined to a chosen few. Its possession is a privilege of those whom long resistance to Power has endowed with a consciousness of their own value as individuals. In revolutionary moments this means the majority; in other periods, when the old mole works unseen, day by day, it is still more people than one might think. For so long as the light of creativity continues to shine spontaneity has a chance.
"The new artist protests", wrote Tzara in 1919. "He no longer paints: he creates directly." The new artists of the future, constructors of situations to be lived, will undoubtedly have immediacy as their most succinct - though also their most radical - demand. I say 'succinct' because it is important after all not to be confused by the connotations of the word 'spontaneity'. Spontaneity can never spring from internalized
Image of a work by Guy Debord with Asjer JoRn
the good old situationists didnt believe in guilt. after what is guilt but a way of being bought?
& sold in to yer own captivity..
restraints, even subconscious ones, nor can it survive the effects of alienating abstraction and spectacular co-optation: it is a conquest, not a given...
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______________ tHE spoNtAeNOUS mACHINE
IS ONE NOT HIGHLY REGARDED
IN THE ABSTRACT THEORY SCENE
ITS TOO MESSY
LIKE THE RED OF A BLOODY NOSE
OR THE CLOTHES TOSSED OFF
BY TWO PANTING LOVERS
OR THE NUDES IN MODIGLIANI
AN HOUR BEFORE THEY GOT
TO THE STUDIO
OR SOME
LOVER WHOSE GUILT,
A BOURGEOISE TRADE OFF IF EVER THERE WAS ONE
PREVENTS HER LIVIGN THE LIFE
SHE WANTS
FEAR IS THE BIG GOD'S
NASTY WAYOF KEEPING ORDER
WITH HIS SO CALLED SUBJECTS
IN BONDAGE
IN CAPTIVITY
ITS LIKE THE POETRY OF
SO MUCH OF CONTEMPORARAY
Canadian & American writing is based on the economy of class and unfortunealy has become
boring and strange to say
reductive
ITS ALL CAPITAList self-comfort
LITTLE CHIT CHAT WITH TIS SELVES
MOLECULES GONE GAGA
LOOKING TO PROVE THEMSELVES
i PREFR the ass of Bright ness
the darkness of Day
the green of Colour
even the cabbage of sighs
__ being bought and sold
like flesh of slave
that you and others are becoming
that i would escape
with your beauty and body
there is no mental illness
but the epistemologies
created for the conveninece of order
which is like a convenience store
it has its placE but no mor e
r' less
but you and others'd rather ignore
that i understand why too
its easier to be dead while alive
and kiss the ass of money
like the traditional harlots 've always done
wench to whore
is not a long way to travel!
AntiOedipuS wAs staring at the Jewel in
the Thief
Joyously clapPing his Hands
Saying
No Blame
No BLame
anyhow
yer a slave
it aint yer fault
aint yer fault
aint yer fault
yet
not
yet
not yet
yer held in captivity n
no one's taught you the meaning of love
of love
So come my love with out me
without me and within me
call my name
call our name
our bodies astral plane
not fleeced by guilt
or
death
Only desire teaches us to live and love and not die.
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All the I's in this textare functional fictions.