Friday, July 30, 2004
space is the place.
whispery people prickle through dreams.
in an old notebook, i found these quotes:
experience is a comb which nature gives to men when they are bald.
-Chinese proverb
a man should go on living if only to satisfy his curiosity.
-Yiddish proverb
go Red Sox/Astros (oh man....).
Friday, July 23, 2004
we will protect you.
apparently there was a black person reading in dallas.
the proper authorities were called.
Thursday, July 22, 2004
mother earth is pregnant for the third time
Death in Venice was a joy to read. despite its Igmar Berman-like narrative steez (the long shot where not much is going on...), the philosophical textures and eyedeas Mann sampled from Freud/Plato/ Tolstoy invite debate, which is what has always constructed good art. the irony is that Mann utilizes the idea that beauty destroys---that in essence, art is innately negative because it deters us from knowledge and rationality and leads us to the wall-less playlands of the imagination. dudes sound like Republicans, or at least Straussians. regardless, despite the fact that i disagree with such conjectures (as canonical as they might be), the character of Aschenbach is conducive to a brainy study: why does he follow young Tadzio around Venice? is his fascination purely homosexual? no, say the romantics, its just a metaphor, stupid.
moral of the story: Venice kills, dunny!
i also got a chance to read the modern Mexican master, Juan Rulfo's Pedro Paramo. this wonderful little novel, written in 1955, is a staple of Mexican literature for good reason. Rulfo is an aesthetic brother to both dj /rupture (for his meticulous methodology of blending narrative voices, events and a joyous disregard for linear time) and Gabriel Garcia Marquez (who sampled Rulfo's usage of the talking dead, and the idea of a town's demise, in this case Comala). not bad for a guy who worked in a tireshop most of his life and only wrote one novel (word to Ralph Ellison, son!).
now on to Jada. like Baraka, Wright and (im sure) Reed, another black writer has been thrown to the conservatives for dead for being politically outspoken. one of the many reasons The Roots album sucks so bad is that they abandonded history for pop and Jada is representative of why most mainstream rappers dont truly follow Pac and Big and throw a few direct punches at politicians: it ends up hurting the bank account. hopefully Jadakiss will go home and Google "Robeson" tonight.
and i might get my own tv show!
well, its a long shot, but the university's tv station might have space for a "music critic" segment where i babble about some new joints over some music clips.
"tonight, we're going to talk about Can......what? (looks at cue card, grits teeth) i mean, Evanescen-----fuck this, i quit"
playlist:
Smash TV- Bits for Breakfast
The Pharcyde- Bizarre Ride II the Pharcyde
Can- Ege Bamyasi
Mike Patton- Adult Themes for Voice
Funkadelic- Maggot Brain
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
neuro/fibro
people as turntables.
(memory implanted into white labels)
narratives constructed from silence. not like Beckett, but real silence. not like Stockhausen silence, but real silence(s).
we need to learn to match (heart)beats like Grand Wizard Theodore. study how cyclicity narrates our love lives our mind's lives and our histories.
"he is a thinker; that means he knows how to make things simpler than they are"
-Nietzsche, The Gay Science
two bodies enmeshed. fibers of warm flesh, like leaves of clouds, disappear into each other. dissolve.
text comes from the Latin textus meaning "web" or "webwork". written language was the first internet.
my dad laughing. the pitter-patter of my nephew's thoughts.
(the stillness of her body)
we need more trees.
(memory implanted into white labels)
narratives constructed from silence. not like Beckett, but real silence. not like Stockhausen silence, but real silence(s).
we need to learn to match (heart)beats like Grand Wizard Theodore. study how cyclicity narrates our love lives our mind's lives and our histories.
"he is a thinker; that means he knows how to make things simpler than they are"
-Nietzsche, The Gay Science
two bodies enmeshed. fibers of warm flesh, like leaves of clouds, disappear into each other. dissolve.
text comes from the Latin textus meaning "web" or "webwork". written language was the first internet.
my dad laughing. the pitter-patter of my nephew's thoughts.
(the stillness of her body)
we need more trees.
na na na na na na na na
yawn.
another Screwed and Chopped all-star game. in my backyard no less.
nice interstitial images of the Bush's (Sr. suckas) behind Mike "what the fuck are you throwing Roger Clemens ha ha ha ha thats what you get for beaning me four years ago" Piazza's head.
(the stars stretch as light bends and the camera gently moves in the hands of David Lynch)
people need to build things better. out of mexican juice cans and Deleuzian theory.
Rem(y) Koolhaas should be governor of Texas. thats what i can liberal politics.
^^^^^^free space^^^^^^^
(reading livejournals for sappy teen-angst, via suburban twentysomethings, is fast becoming what Americans call high literature----Chuck D is not smiling, people).
i wonder whats going on at Oxford University right now.
kids are learing what "Boise" means in French: fucking boring!
on turntables and cd players all around my apartment:
Throbbing Gristle- 20 Jazz Funk Greats
Sparklehorse- It's a Wonderful Life
The Roots- The Tipping Point
amon duul- yeti
Stevie Wonder- Innervisions
>
another Screwed and Chopped all-star game. in my backyard no less.
nice interstitial images of the Bush's (Sr. suckas) behind Mike "what the fuck are you throwing Roger Clemens ha ha ha ha thats what you get for beaning me four years ago" Piazza's head.
(the stars stretch as light bends and the camera gently moves in the hands of David Lynch)
people need to build things better. out of mexican juice cans and Deleuzian theory.
Rem(y) Koolhaas should be governor of Texas. thats what i can liberal politics.
^^^^^^free space^^^^^^^
(reading livejournals for sappy teen-angst, via suburban twentysomethings, is fast becoming what Americans call high literature----Chuck D is not smiling, people).
i wonder whats going on at Oxford University right now.
kids are learing what "Boise" means in French: fucking boring!
on turntables and cd players all around my apartment:
Throbbing Gristle- 20 Jazz Funk Greats
Sparklehorse- It's a Wonderful Life
The Roots- The Tipping Point
amon duul- yeti
Stevie Wonder- Innervisions
>
Sunday, July 11, 2004
in between glaciers of tongues and dutch squatters
british tv makes me want to live inside celluloid.
or perhaps in the fibers of 18th century French dresses. the ones with black buttons on them. [two kids take white laptops and watch the sunlight drizzle across screens like wandering the syllabic forestry of Ghostface's verbals or Faulkner's vocabularic collective of spaceless----
mexican tv makes me want to smash glass with joy.
in the fourth grade i entered a short story contest on the behest of my English teacher.
"enter it", said she. "um, okay", said i. i dont remember what i wrote, but i ended up getting disqualified for writing too much. word limits are like mannie fresh beats.
make me fidget. maybe dying in Iceland isnt so bad. clouds beneath the water. [the camera moves in closer, eyes become pixels, pupils are bits] laughing to the thump-thump of Chileans in Valparaiso where wooden speakers----
dutch tv makes me want to shove dustsoaked design magazines in bags and breathe.
make funny faces at molecules. [and yes, Caravaggio was Jim Morrison in the 1600's] space invaders with red sneakers digitize English departments and make them study novels written in neurons manifestos of---remember, 6th grade? (emptyspace)
like leaves littered with the dissolving light of Southern summers she closed her peach eyelids in hopes of hearing Heidegger leave philosophy books and the phenomenon of matter morph into REAL SHIT; japanese streets are----
american tv makes me want to wrap myself in 2,314 atoms
only to wash away Rousseau's ideas of social contracts in favor for twenty-first CENTAURI liberalism.
or not. 1712 born new ideas. [the camera, in its old age, winks, blackening her eyes for an instant and makes us remember our first dreams] stages of rippling bodies bitblooded and----
the Chinese, in the 15th century, had the maritime technology to send ships far better built than KKKolumbus' in the 1490's, to America. but they decided to move their dynasty inland and forgo explorations to
NEW WORLDS WHERE WAL-MARTS WOULD EDUCATE THE YOUTH.
cities of celluloid. walking towards the black water i realized that i could not swim.
i never learned.
japanese tv makes me want to build towns of cotton warm woven walkways where children float freely.
hair flattened by fibers. cans of pink air throw into oceans. thats where i saw Schooly D in the sky. he was like one of the Iroquois. [its still cool to be ethnic and unorthodox] they kissed each other in dresses. i saw it, i think.
and in Finland, it would feel nice to make love.....
or perhaps in the fibers of 18th century French dresses. the ones with black buttons on them. [two kids take white laptops and watch the sunlight drizzle across screens like wandering the syllabic forestry of Ghostface's verbals or Faulkner's vocabularic collective of spaceless----
mexican tv makes me want to smash glass with joy.
in the fourth grade i entered a short story contest on the behest of my English teacher.
"enter it", said she. "um, okay", said i. i dont remember what i wrote, but i ended up getting disqualified for writing too much. word limits are like mannie fresh beats.
make me fidget. maybe dying in Iceland isnt so bad. clouds beneath the water. [the camera moves in closer, eyes become pixels, pupils are bits] laughing to the thump-thump of Chileans in Valparaiso where wooden speakers----
dutch tv makes me want to shove dustsoaked design magazines in bags and breathe.
make funny faces at molecules. [and yes, Caravaggio was Jim Morrison in the 1600's] space invaders with red sneakers digitize English departments and make them study novels written in neurons manifestos of---remember, 6th grade? (emptyspace)
like leaves littered with the dissolving light of Southern summers she closed her peach eyelids in hopes of hearing Heidegger leave philosophy books and the phenomenon of matter morph into REAL SHIT; japanese streets are----
american tv makes me want to wrap myself in 2,314 atoms
only to wash away Rousseau's ideas of social contracts in favor for twenty-first CENTAURI liberalism.
or not. 1712 born new ideas. [the camera, in its old age, winks, blackening her eyes for an instant and makes us remember our first dreams] stages of rippling bodies bitblooded and----
the Chinese, in the 15th century, had the maritime technology to send ships far better built than KKKolumbus' in the 1490's, to America. but they decided to move their dynasty inland and forgo explorations to
NEW WORLDS WHERE WAL-MARTS WOULD EDUCATE THE YOUTH.
cities of celluloid. walking towards the black water i realized that i could not swim.
i never learned.
japanese tv makes me want to build towns of cotton warm woven walkways where children float freely.
hair flattened by fibers. cans of pink air throw into oceans. thats where i saw Schooly D in the sky. he was like one of the Iroquois. [its still cool to be ethnic and unorthodox] they kissed each other in dresses. i saw it, i think.
and in Finland, it would feel nice to make love.....
Friday, July 09, 2004
clouds of eyes and Mississippians reading Kafka beneath warm moons...
everything is fine. no, really.
oh, and fuck this shit.
what concerns me, as someone who hopes to teach literature, is that this is the same old paradigmatic argument that the NY Aesthetes have been churning out since the 60's: technology is going to kill literature.
and thats just wick-wick wack. what folks need to realize is that Nonlinearity is the way of the walk: technologies overlap, intermingle, mesh and co-exist. and when have Americans preferred a good book over a ballgame and a beer anyhow? (im not looking at you, Bay Area peoples). charting the history of intellectualism in America is an interesting process, but one that might inform us of the complexity this country's identity entails. imaginations need to be roots. communes of scruffy-haired intellectuals need to be born. bleepbleep.
we need more of these.
and these.
reading:
Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment
Howard Zinn's The People's History of the United States
Philip K. Dick's Valis
oh, and fuck this shit.
what concerns me, as someone who hopes to teach literature, is that this is the same old paradigmatic argument that the NY Aesthetes have been churning out since the 60's: technology is going to kill literature.
and thats just wick-wick wack. what folks need to realize is that Nonlinearity is the way of the walk: technologies overlap, intermingle, mesh and co-exist. and when have Americans preferred a good book over a ballgame and a beer anyhow? (im not looking at you, Bay Area peoples). charting the history of intellectualism in America is an interesting process, but one that might inform us of the complexity this country's identity entails. imaginations need to be roots. communes of scruffy-haired intellectuals need to be born. bleepbleep.
we need more of these.
and these.
reading:
Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment
Howard Zinn's The People's History of the United States
Philip K. Dick's Valis
