Monday, November 27, 2006

from: The Tango



some are

standing or curling rose — is not — rose (they rose)

both.

subjectivity/language is — the delicate food system
disturbed famine reappears — ?
were killed practicing in the monasteries — shipped
to labor, dying, trains shipping them, ringed in by barbed
wire haul on dam sites tunnels exhaustion famine in lines.
the same figure repeated everywhere changes it there as if
changed by not either from within or without that

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if the back’s constructed — and moves the light — is
subjectivity/language only — they’re not ‘speaking’
that is ‘speaking’ — social — both

subjectivity/language constructed also and those men
move the light — so —
social isn’t anything? there — walking — either

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moon rose — that is — appears to
moon rose
on or resting on mountain’s top — edge
horizon —
men’s delicate backs standing move — is separate —
from them
there at all — both

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future — movement
is ‘not’ night — or
‘in’ ‘night’ — either yet
ahead — so there are not functions ever

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the man standing and curling while the backs lying.
— in the place.
social — (is ‘getting along with’ people only?) or one
"doesn’t get along with people" — is functions only
(someone makes that occur — by ostracism —
one has no function then)

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the man has kindness — is standing lying — or at
night curling
where
one holds his back
at ‘night’ — ?

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must ‘accept’ death of others. — except them. except
him. (can’t) is them him also.

at ‘night’ any night is can’t

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day. moon. rose. — is on a mountain -is one’s own
back — is any night — ( isn’t the same as night)
is can’t. their separation is there.

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the flesh is not asleep while one’s sleeping. at any
time? -- no difference between ‘apprehension’ —
it’s the same in one?
— blossoming trees — outside — or ‘there not being
memory at all’ if the flesh is not asleep ever
or that’s rest as not sleeping
the relation between ‘no memory occurring’ ever
(only constructing — thought as motion — in anyone — is
physiological?)
and the flesh not asleep ever (even while one’s
sleeping) is blossoming trees ‘outside’, that is also

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the relation between the dog’s crushed back and its
seeing
apprehension isn’t by itself even. both.

crushed isn’t by itself — either skittering from side of
hurtling car on flimsy countryside

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some friend wanted faceless mother slaves. whatever
for?
not to speak, is social as people being functions? they
‘think’ it is — not to see people’s faces — there — is no
inclination on their part.
— duty — is nothing — no functions as one. both.
is wasting — wanting — speaking — social


one’s subjectivity/ language is one’s back’s motion

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he says — one suffering as is inferior then (free of
suffering being itself bliss, i.e. ‘indication’ that one is free)
and ‘that one is free’

(though it could just be — ‘materialism’ — social
acceptability. acting and speaking as ‘free of suffering’ being
that: social acceptability only)
but everyone is suffering — they’ve been killed

people’s feelings, one’s sufferings, is there wild. moon
rose and is people’s feelings wild
one’s suffering, one’s kindness — is ‘isn’t the same as
night’

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hemmed in streaming — being attached — as
conception also —
others streaming being attacked — all over the place
— she says ‘it’s never happened to her’
isn’t hemmed in streaming walking — there is no
‘outside’ — ?

she’s so protected — ‘it’s never happened to her’ —
and it’s everywhere — there’s no place. —

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as their sense that ‘the flesh itself isn’t anything’ as
opposing others et al

then it’s only one — in their ‘social’ realm — neither,
as there’s no memory et al — and the flesh’s ‘memory of
being free’ ‘as’ ‘there’

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— one’s subjectivity/language is their or one’s motion
only there?
seeing being only a motion even (in walking, say)

one has no back — yet. — not even ‘in’ ‘night’ —
not even past movements’ ‘night’ — either and is
future ‘nights’
where (?) no movement of one’s occurs — future is
same as one’s motions without extension now

one’s motion ahead — is only one now — nights rose

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to find something out — one’s motions without
extension in this place — not even — past movements’
extension now —either — nights rose.

forward into a motion where?
subjectivity/language constructed also and moves the
light — so — social isn’t ‘anything’ ? — there. — walking —
either

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he’s walking — hemmed in streaming — being
attacked

in the flesh not ever being asleep while (one’s)
sleeping — hemmed in streaming — also

at ‘night’ any night is can’t — he’s/one’s ‘outside’ in it
— both

-- Leslie Scalapino

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

from Blasted Fields of Clover Bring Harrowing and Regretful Sighs




Now the sea moves up the lawn for him as those nearby view his life passing before their eyes. Someone his own age lean in black pants and a white shirt sits on a plastic chair with a block of massive green light. Facing of someone else away (bluebird). This is not happening to him. Unaccountable ejaculation. Briefs halted at the knees alter his walk. The basement conceals a surplus of chairs while overground the yards remain square and trimmed to uniform length (clouds). This was written on his arm. Its words occupy a grid and move among cells at random with great speed. A car leaves a driveway and exclamations are made about wood left over and what could make it burn.
. . .

Stacked circles (rain down) say green it releases nothing. Bundled wires. Ellsworth Kelly strides from one red iceberg to the next. Each face projects onto antennae forging a domain expressed as a skewered pod. Transparency behind a desk elusive plunge. A dissection of thought into its components the weight of meat up the wrong street the wrong backdoor. The blazer missed too as the wiry one observed. Someone slipped him diet Orangina and he went ballistic. The whole staff crayoned their names onto the good luck card while unwitting partygoers waited for the elevator. Mogul and musician separated at birth one suggested. Hubris. The directions very specific and yet so many stood idle. She ravished in black. He charmed in lime.


—Mark Bibbins

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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

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