1/31/2006

the di

Mona upset? Antioedipus deprived!?
not for a molecule's instant of moo moo
mother's milk the anaoedipal lover of bodies and strong

antioedipus is the didactic blogto some eXteNt

over at the other fictions its a different story
fractious narrative of desire, dingo, and night.
ningo. difference. leper. when is the book coming out?
in the spring. nope they deferred it to autumn.
and the manuscript safely in their hands.locked.
keys. doors. windows. barred. books hooked.
feet tarred and strapped. space suit on. sex.
cabineted. radio off. close to . Orff. Carmina
Burana. bananna. Kurt Schwitters. other.
publisher. holds ransom. poet. capture.
keeps. lock escape. as sister. excape.

1/20/2006

a body is brok _en .

'the artist ... is quite incapable of creating a people, each can only summon it with all his strength....' (WiP 110)... strength to
desire

in the sands of hate indifference.



discretion 's always been the better part of love
valour's nothing to do with
any of it .





the savage territory ripping off 'my' face
which was a mask bought to you
who won't go away


because you conspire against
what you want


beause that is what murderers do
the plot of their story is trying to do you in.


go puff of smoke
electric wind



'Savage formations are oral, are vocal, but not because they lack a graphic system: a dance on the earth, a drawing on a wall, a mark on the body are a graphic system, a geo-graphism, a geography ' A/O 188


graphed to this body
that you murdered.
mother the words mother
lover knew it knew
the lie was there
could smell it sense
knew before the words
came forth
shrive me the other
says their guilt a possession of territory
to kill the beloved imagined object


'It is not because everyone is suspected, in advance, of being a
future bad debtor; the contrary would be closer to the truth'
A/O 189

' "And in punishment there is so much that is festive!"' A/O 189
d&g quoting Nietzsche.

As flies to wanton boys
they kill us for their sport



dear WS shrove this pun
ishment pain
ban
ishment
so many bodies punished in the distance
of your f_cked out


desire
body.




thanks for the memories.


let is now forgetting the machine pissing and sptting you sucked him? too and she you? oh really thanks
for the totalization and the sponateous misquote of yer crappy verse of yer perverse flowers in the shit?
was that verse of above the waves the shite flooded
the night



I knew, you fool. Even before .
you said a word.
Was I brought to such sewers to
eat yer shit? taste yer arse?
Come now
speak light
not with adjective of shit's pile.

Lyric fuck that you are.
panting by the manic phone
of yer alilbi.


I knew.
because I am wise, and sage.

Serener than death.
Richer than dearth.

Unlike the Empire's bitchy places
and its bitches.



'The double alienation-labour-desire-is constantly increasing and deepening the difference in regime
at the heart of the identity of nature ...At the same time that death is decoded ...'A/O 337



You dont know what it means to have to move
slow
when yer natural speed is fast.

when the means of production 're taken

but when the cancer hits yer turn . will.

or the breath. beast catchs yer . arse.
ee versee.


AntiOedipuS knew shit when he saw it moving far

far farther fur ther from it .




AntiOedipus is with Mona . always. is.


1/14/2006

against the com...

again[s]t t]h[ commod E it ee

of it
the word mouth
made fresh as teeth gleaming
in a dental office.
how many
become dentists

if those who propose to
charge for poesy
are the glib
garners of dough

the cash collectors of tours
cruises
how shocking an d

bad things're come to a piss-pass
can one expect anything but
decadence?

why enter such a dialogue if one can describe it as such
the economic of starvation as such
that poets of cliques and claques decide
the means of expression
how
strange to imagine such
a piston of position.

one can no imagine any machine
working this
but that of economics of guilt obligation
and death.

is that



1/13/2006

Good OLd RaoUl VanEiGm

Which I speaks here of spontaneous and comBustion?
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.

____________________
wriitngs done in

D IN 67
wonderful fill
wonderfill fill wonder of
____________________
the Revolution of Everyday Life:The Reversal of Perspective
by
Raoul Vaneigem
Chapter 20 "Creativity, Spontaneity, and Poetry"
2
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.