CHARACTER PHILOSOPHY
Gasp, quick mask! The fact is that for years she had relied on intuitive methods of intellection, her "erratic philosophy of readings," she said, "My character's philosophy," she also said, "my philosophy of work, an absolutely precise discipline! Trying to open your eyes, K, extendable and transmissible, brought to the foreground, certain pains feigning, awaiting answers, acting, self-exposed." A rigorous method, she asserted: after BROADNESS comes a certain "narrowing, just AS there is integration after differentiation. Lines of facts, each of which, by not going far enough, provides only the direction of truth. She remained serious, perhaps because we had to set out together. I was Pygmalion, the opportunity I had always wanted, lucky for me, I thought, that she was so rich: or I would never have learned certain things, for divine impatience fries the hesitant, with the exception of Antonin Artaud. ‘’WHAT DO YOU THINK?’’ With the exception of Antonin Artaud WHY?! In the name of God, the danger represents the experiment, its situation, its tomb, the magnificence of its tragedy, we thank it, we devote it, we read and reread it: ‘’THE MOVEMENTS OF THE UNCONSCIOUS DO NOT EXIST, THEY APPROPRIATE THINGS WITH THEIR HANDS AND NOSES BREATHING VOLUNTARYLY (mind)
– These lines? – Sabrina asked, ironically.
"Lines to the point where they intersect, THE TRUTH OF THE INTERSECTION Metaphysics and Technology. In any case, open to the inhuman, superhuman, shamanic, or schizo-Deleuzian. Heidegger is there, at the end of the road, waiting for us in the Tao, his serene gaze is severe, a lumberjack of the Glade forest, watching over the Appropriating Event, on the verge of the Decision of the Originary Leap—in his severe gaze the stagnant fear of the world's senses, in the poorly analyzed mixtures of competition, condemned to be, ourselves, poorly analyzed mixtures," I said.
"Please awaken the same movements in me, the same contagious, direct undulation, the engulfing point of your poem about us."
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ResponderExcluirassembly, I speak of my blood as of the stream of consciousness and the psychomental flow some pieces of speeches others I wrote I speak – my erection, the succinct eroticism that I had put and exposed raw in the expressions of my blood.
ResponderExcluirthe Spirit, according to Hegel, "Universal as fire," did not complete me with a primitive expression—my veins of dialogue were licit, explicit, in its metabody of precise and attentive pace. Unbreakable, but already on the verge of difficult improvisations!
ResponderExcluirMENTAL EAR THE TREADY GRIP OF THE HEART AND THE AVOIDED COMMENTS AVOIDING ANY DESCRIPTIVE ARDOR (SHE FADES A LITTLE) HYPNOTIC, SLEEPWALKER SOMETHING INVISIBLE GOVERNED BY THE VOICE BY THE COMMAND OF TWILIGHT PROPOSED ME A FILM EYE. HAVAIANAS-FRANCISCANAS, CAP, PIPE SMOKING, SUPER-INFORMED CHRONICLE IN THE CHRONICLE-PLETORA ALCAIDE RESPONDING WITH SILENCE OF SPIRIT TO THE ERUDITE STRAPPLE, CORNERED BY FASHION, WITH MEDIA AND POLITICS TOGETHER AS THE MADNESS OF DEMOCRACY'S ARTIFICIAL AND CONTAGIONAL ARCHITECTURE. THE CHARACTER CROSSES HIMSELF! ELEGANCE OF CULTURED FURNITURE, WHOSE COSTS CAUSE STRANGEMENT. CONSIDERABLE: LITERARY, PHILOSOPHICAL, VAIN, ALL-POWERFUL DISTINCTIVENESS,
ResponderExcluirFROM THE NOBLE EXISTENTIALIST, DANDY AND ARISTOCRATIC BETWEEN TEETH, THEORETICAL LIFTING OF SIMULTANEOUS TAKES. ON THE PIER, LIVE PROJECTS OF BLIZZARDS AND NEGATIVE MEMORIES OF 1994, REPEATED PHOTOGRAPHS OF WHALES WITH NO DIDASCAL NOTE FROM MELVILLE, AND TRULY THREATENING NEWS. THE FIRING LINE AND THE ARTILLERY, THESE INFRA-IMPERIALIST NOISE SCHEMES, BAITS FOR THE COMPLACENCY OF THE SOFA-BEING WITH HIS LIVE NEWS SUBSCRIPTION. SOMETHING IMPORTANT SAID HERE, SEE? IN A MOCKING TONE, BUT IT IS HEAVEN AND HELL OF A VERY ORGANIZED POWER, WITH REASON OF STATE AT THE RISE. CALCULATION OF THEIR OWN RIGOURS? HERE THEY DON'T REVAMP THEMSELVES, THEY JUST "'CORRECT'' THEMSELVES, SELF-TIMED, BECAUSE, ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WATER, VOLATIZED, THEY WANT TO DESTROY IT, AND FOR THAT "'THEY DON'T EVEN NEED A LASSO'' THEY SAY SWORD OF BOMB AND IT IS ENOUGH TO INTERVIEW THEM AND TELEVISION THEM, AND THEY ALSO VOLATIZE TERRIBLY! THE POET'S ROLE IS TO STEP BACK, HAVING JUST HALF AN HOUR TO DOCUMENT EVERYTHING, AND SOCIOLOGIZE (AWESOME!) AGAIN THE SHORT-TERM WAR SWEPT AWAY SUDDENLY BY THE MAGNITUDE AND ITS INTRINSIC POETRY OF FEARS AND CALCULATIONS, ON THE LIMIT OF
ResponderExcluirTANTRIC-ECONOMETRIC CONTAINMENT. THE MECHANICS OF LOVE HERE ARE INFRARED - EXAMINATION LIGHT: "SOLITUDE IS THE EROTIC MECHANISM, SA LASSITUDE, THE LOVELY DYNAMIC." EACH ONE CARRIED WITHIN THEMSELVES, CONTAINED WITHIN THEMSELVES AN IMMINENT INTERSECTION OF MASKS FEEDING ON THE MOIST OF PHRASES, DIALOGUES AND NESTED EXPECTATIONS. BUT I AVOID ECONOMIC VOCABULARY TO SPEAK OF THE RHYTHM OF KNEELING FEAR. I VERBALIZE THE TRUST THAT EYES DEMAND IN THE DARK, IN ADVANCE, THE MINIMUM STEP NEEDED FREE FROM FEET ON THE GROUND OF CAUTION.
ResponderExcluirPost Scriptum
ResponderExcluirSABRINA (succubus)
ResponderExcluir(not at all impossible demonstration - repeating everything later with the same tone - adding details slowly - the seed is solid because it is slow, like communication that aims for nothing other than the cell itself - and the moment of - sa peau moite, ses habits étaient deboutonnés - était pâle!, speaking of other things now, suddenly, no point of contact, no correlate, and no variation - le peuple était lá, but also without any, let's say - new opportunity, as usual, with more intensity than they perceive - by my own - power to justify myself completely - so much regularity - intervals - so many times - in most cases - free - to sleep - to read - and I try to write - there is a tremor in the forehead, in the brow - no noise - Proust, Joyce, Pound, which we can read and reread - History, the official life of the world, don't really matter to the energy tracker - like the life force of Toltec art itself that leads to endless rejuvenation - suspicion - alchemical longevity - the disguise for something else - dialogue emerges the Magna Obra the assumptions are idiotic - and something so hard to be - conquered does not open space - haven't we already betrayed ourselves enough here? -
- the powers of the yogi, evidently considerable - the dimension in which we work here (of direct contact with cosmic energies) - is not accessible - nor can it be - the question of the boredom of Eternity, it seems to me, was resolved by the adolescent poet Arthur Rimbaud, long ago: ''Elle est retrouVÉe'' - and yet SHE, nothing superfluous in her script-games, exuding charm - stimulated with alcohol, ex-tracting pleasure from any(?) unreal thing just-for-the-smoke - not even that critical moment of agitation of SUCH a spectator is necessary - ME, ME ME ME ME ME I eyes of someone who needed help(?) NO: just making her feel that she was achieving her objectives - with me - to recognize that the program had gone to great lengths, that the alchemist is no longer SO far from the Opus - to taste with moderation - preferably - in a ''free indirect style'' - SHE, sitting upright - elegant posture - smoking attentively? - talking about... money(?) avoiding becoming innocuous - with disputed script eyebrows - intensive, gradient, voltaic-
ResponderExcluir-voltaic - ME, looking around - silent and relaxed, trying to clothe my thoughts with HER image - no, it's ANOTHER ONE, ANOTHER ONE AND ANOTHER ONE, perhaps taking a while to give herself a chance (?) - from the guidon onwards she laughs at the top of her lungs - tell me: how badly I've been writing lately, yes, under the influence of Marx, that's it!, to the height of observation! - not for this reason will I get involved in politics again - what I do want is to live a horrible false life - HER present. ready. arranged. meeting expectations, arrived from within, meeting the ambiguities of the night - but I'm cowardly and miserable enough to follow Shaw's example only to the extreme of reading passages from The Return of Methuselah for my - non sequitur - Oh My God! LOL!
ResponderExcluir- LAUGHTER. LIMIT. LAMP AND MADNESS - we don't quite understand the names, it's true, but something beyond, the cold and intentional core underlying the projections - the effective dream, in other words, is fully awake, and rarely mingles with the alien alignments of magnetic somnambulism - in the obsessed subject, it degrades into the dangerous expression of a self-destructive individual hybris - in the ascetic, it harmonizes with the rhythms of nature and flows toward the source of anonymous and faceless immortality that marks the exhaustion of the paradigm of heroic revolt - well articulated here, huh?)
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