Month: August 2011
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Revolvier
Revolving the sun, I decide to lay it next to the … left hand drive – with a right-hand move, where it can’t burn – anyone, or … at least not the china.
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Howl
by Allen Ginsberg (1955-56) I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and […]
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Life
The preternatural pitch of a course of days, and the wish of a soft bed of deep comfort, and everlasting apricot light. Breathing vicarious-life vapour, over and across falling clouds.
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Entropy, Law, and Funambulism
Originally published at http://www.funambulist.net. This piece is more reminiscent of a stream of consciousness than a discussion on entropy, analogising the intriguing applicability of thermodynamism in relation to understandings of law, lines, and extant resistances. To speak of exerted energy, that which is wasted in the machinations of a seemingly closed system, is prescient in […]
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A familiar freshness of vapour, the chiaroscuro of timeless kisses on foreheads. It moves from the summer jacket, from one felty bus chair to the next. The suit houses the handsome man who’s on his way to work, his perfumed lapel manifesting memory. A cloud of the past, dispensed into air and atomic history, […]
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