tag: a.zega

atomic clock

31::May::2009 18:00 → permalink

Politic enlarges
a prosthetic order;
it affects
an ignorance
of madness and absurdity.

aAz

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lassitude

31::May::2009 17:59 → permalink

[09:]

A spring
an almost summer
and I am here among
these trees
luminous birds
ripe grasses
which gave such incomparable
unknowable
surprising form
to my first decagon of years—-
(surpassing
every schooling)…..

aa/z’

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aurifex

30::May::2009 17:58 → permalink

[OWFA:]

Out of this bough

Winds pick

>From pollen cones

A cloud

a)a)
z’

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nature, natUral

07::April::2009 19:05 → permalink

Nature?
That ridiculous,
undifferentiated
conglomerate;
it exists,
it clowns
as vain reflection;
—-it does not live.

Nature,
with its Latin reverberation,
as transportation,
as birth,
yet incises,
knots
a passage.

(juice and syllable)

(bone and ganglion)

An.

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chiasmus- fossa- X

01::April::2009 19:08 → permalink

sexuality

rims
subtleties

gender
envies

and contemns it

aaa”
z(

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Xero-Peri-oNN

31::March::2009 19:09 → permalink

with its zero:)

dryness

veils

surveils us

as water

kisses

water

z’(z’(z’
A

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the Four, the Five; the Sink, the Skink…..

22::March::2009 21:20 → permalink

wow
bow-wow
and a swoon.

what an exhaustion,
what a prolongation,
what a
yeast-explosion
(souffle)
(implosion)
yesterday
was.

The Past is not dead;
it’s not even past.

Recently,
often enough,
my body has been a
contagious site

for arduous,
tenacious
spirits

for collisions,
elisions, litterings,
erosions,
floods
of certain humours,
certain histories.

Very much
in the Locus
of Mallarme and Naufrage,
Coup de des.

This “present” circumstance
(of intellectual inertia)
is untenable,
is impossible.

It Is Time—-
to cut the Strings
(of the Violin)—-
and to way with the giving Storm,
across the gravelled
waves.

The rigour,
the balance,
the elastic effervescence
of the Sycamore
surpass
every aspect
of the House.

No Need of Nature,
No Need of Art for This—-.

Franz
conceives of a “man”
who awakens in “his” bed
with the body of a scarab
(Old Egypt and its Love
of Puns);
a “man” who yet
(miraculously)
“retains” his human head.

What
might we say of a man,
who neither sleeps nor wakes;
who finds himself
inside
a Mural-Wall,
Wall-inside-a-Forest,
Land
travelling at Sea?

Wall: as Compass.
Forest: as its Clock…..

A….Reader? ….Reader-Hand?

Aestival,
estual,

Rain-Hand

Palus-Reeder?

(As with
*I Ching*—-
Biting-through-the-Sack….

What
kind of Sky?)

An.

– a. zega

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decay
  • place: Reykjavík Iceland

22::January::2004 21:06 → permalink

dinner with Sara & Gulleik last night, always a power jolt of energy sharing stories. and now faced with the dilemma on how to circumlocute the Amurikan situation. what exactly IS going on there. inside and outside impressions. as usual, my politic is anecdotal, but the changes that have been implemented since September 11, 2001 are extreme, subtle, and hidden from view. the book that Rick passed on to me, the “Clash of Civilizations” details the continued demise of the Imperial power of the West, and the rise of Muslim political power and Sino-centrism. I believe this trend has been happening for years. predating Anthony’s pronouncement as we were walking onto 5th Avenue in NYC from the Parsons photo lab one afternoon — that the primary characteristic of this age in the West is decay. that profound and concise observation marked the beginning of a long friendship that has explored the world and the energies behind the surface of the world.

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rearriving
  • place: en route Berlin-Charlottenburg - Kiel, Germany

15::February::2000 21:49 → permalink

back to Kiel briefly. eating a bag of M&M’s in the train. crossing through Wittenberge in the former East, there is still a complete awareness of the divided society here. derelict buildings everywhere in the East, wild undergrowth, a bit of chaos. my English is suffering — so many spelling mistakes as I write, I can hardly deal with it. retyping things constantly, back-spacing, returning to a crime-scene and fixing the evidence, this text exists in many forms that are changed sometimes months, sometimes years later. in flux. Theresa and Wolfgang will leave tomorrow for Trondheim for the opening of an exhibition at the Museum of Art that Theresa has curated.

note from Anthony:

REMARKABLE
trANSPOSITION
FROM SANTA BARBARA
THROUGH SUPERLATIVE ANGELES FOREST
REARRIVING AT MOHAVE KELSO DUNES
here this northern sky
sinks a sliding drop
surprise
a gliding sustain
stretches in suspension
firedrip gamos meteor gift
–Anthony Zega, letter

Zorak graciously fetches me from the train, direct to the Forum, and then I go out shopping when Jennifer calls me about the Content Coordination situation with cafe9.net. it seems to be degenerating as a result of both Heikki and I stepping away. I am really thinking I need to write a parody of European cultural cooperation. it is such a joke. but the idea of writing a narrative account of it seems a waste of time. rather try to continue digging further into the network. later in the evening, I make a garlic-pasta (ail del’olio?), a favorite recipe of mine. easy to prepare, and unless folks don’t like garlic at all, it goes over well, with some Romano cheese, a good salad dressing, some vino tinto. late evening. some strange drinks, and so on …

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