Spider web:

not nosed: not visibly acoustically present:
not perception/pattern/writing/code:

to the travellers
(winged planets):

whom it tethers, catches.

aa

*Auden:*
Martin Buber
never said Thou to a tuber.

The book which has not burnt:
has not been read.

A.

*Capi- toll . . .*
priapic
dome.

****/Z*

The auto-mobile was not created
*self-* propelled.
*Fossilmobile. *Fossildome.

****/Z*

Wanton speech believes itself:
to coerce: to curse: the life:
prolific spring: which does not
pay worship: to the vise:
of wanton speech.

***/Z

jH . . .

535 to 563: Part 4 of *Ada or Ardor :*
it is an evening’s reading: it is possible to read it
without reading all the novel, and its novelistics,
pyrotechnics . . . arsons, incests . . .

It appears that each of the novel’s six parts
may be read as the *initial *part.
V.N. gests (suggests) that the *final* part
is the *intro-duction *to the book . . .

*Ab-duction, sub-duction, sub-version: suction into earth:*
as with Lolita, Persephone (and Hades).

V.N. disentangles *time* from the familiar tumour:
from “science” (the generic drug),
which confuses *time* with *space:*
from *philosophy-religion* which deposits *time,*
safely “behind”, “to one side”, in *meta-physics.*
*
*
*
*
* *A.

Human selfishness: as the ruler: as the authority:
expands, extends itself: un-til: *time:*
intimate and ganglionic:
arrests: forgets it.

*Ru-ler : rue l’err :*
the smile-after: painted *over* sorrow.

****/Z*

Polis: begets: begot:
the Trap of History.

[Isaac is not spared:
he *spends* his life inside the Trap.]

****/Z*

*Cult of the Difficult: *History:
mere coefficients of mere frictions.

****/Z*

*Those *were the days — as *they* say . . .

*Let’s go *back *in time . . .*
Those ideas about “time travel” are “miraculous”,
exemplary for their disembodied stupefaction.
*
*
I’ve been thinking about Black Elk and Sitting Bull
lately.
The ways of the ancestors, specifically beings living
in relation to the powers which do not feed on conflict.

(consumerISM in this city is dominant, hegemonic;
to the exclusion of anything not dependent on conflict
and competition.)

Have you finished the writing ?

A

Monogram: the deaf republic:
with windy, factory-flagged:
prolixities.

****/Z*

Robes clerical, robes litigant:
*Robespierre, **robes of stone, inerrant:*
excommunicate the body of time:
synaptic, effervescent, metabolic,
the core appears to be the corpse:
blindness, mutilation: refer at once:
to the moral permanence of god.

****/Z*

Paul Cézanne tilts the tables: listing the
horizons: celestial earthen bodies: game
about: unmoved.

***/Z

A.D. *After Death: *by that humourless deformation:
the Calendar of Crime and Crucifixion: deposits
uncertain posterity: into the perfect moral cause:
the cred-it of its *Heardafter.*
*
*
*
*
* ***/Z*

*Seriousness:* without humour:
the proleptic amputee.

***/Z

The linguists have confused the rippling,
mute nerves, the stillness, of Paul Cezanne
with clamorous tomb works and labored
operas.

***/Z

The counterfeit bill, the axe, in Bresson’s
*L’Argent*, could be the frame, the blind
seam, of film itself.

***/Z

The society:* does all, all that it can do:* within the closed
circle of reflective generation.

***/Z

Intelligence: knowledge: consciousness:
come founded on the blinds: of egg,
sleep, lapse, hibernation.

[Blind: transformation.]

***/Z

Speech—-
that slave

owned and beaten
by Opinion—-

now forms
a regular occlusion;

it would censor Mind

and dismember

Thinking.

aaaz

pacific ocean

…………………………………………………..

restless kiloton

(dark

constellated

juice)

prolific embassy

(comet-

brushed)

devourer

(a)z’

Psychology did its job:
it eradicated psyche.

z^aa

it substitutes its large,
graduated narrative…..

the occupation.

zz^a

To hold

a conversation

with this tree

I do not need

a mouth

I do not need

a word

, , , , , ,

vibratory

plenum-

vapour

, , ,

marrow-beam

to

marrow-beam

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azz

*J.*
*
*
Major features:

Massification—-
colonization and massified reservoirs of idolatry.

Private property—-
dismemberment of earth, water, fire, and air.

These features are not necessary to life—-
they begin with Egypt and Rome……
yet without a doubt, they will persist for some
“time”…….

Crazy Horse:
<>

Here the individual body and individual mind are co-extensive
with earth, and with sky…..an inter- intra- penetration,
co-radiance,……. vibratory initiation-consummation-repose……

[Not that Psyche divided, "neurotic", which has seen the land
dismembered.]

Earth and Sky bring contra-diction—- they are living ancestors.

Private property is sclerotic—–the legal apparatus has private
property for its base—-the economic apparatus [banks, supply
of money] has the legal apparatus for its base……

Private property necessarily entails slavery; reforms do not
“change” the basic “conceptions” (impoverishments).

Our conception (our initiation) of space as a living plenum
sustains a community of relationships.

Property eradicates community and relationship.

[Is it really "private" when it robs and impoverishes an entire
body of relationships ??]

When one opens and finds that “dusts”, stones, and earth
are alive……as is the sun, as are the suns, which no one
owns……I belong to the stone which I cut; I belong to the
tree which I cut;…… when I make a shelter (of wood and stone),
I belong to the shelter. We are related.

Tactile and vibratory energies sustain life
through certain passage-ways……
on a way
which visual figure,
which speech figure,
cannot.

The stone cut
is not dead.

The wood cut
is not dead.

William Blake:
<>

Our ancestors discovered that certain forms grow variously,
heterogeneously, when they are cut……

Roots particularly benefit from being cut.
I now think of as an emotive, evaporative,
vapourous, atmospheric
Root.

(Convolutions:)
Cone-volutions of
blood,
of spinal fluid (bath and spring-source),
of marrow and ganglion;
Strophe—-neural twist,
Pneuma—-ganglionic wind,
Chiasmus X;
Hypo-campus, irrigation;
Spiral—-navigation;

(Cerebrum:)
Ceres broom—–a kind fog, a kind of clay……..

Spruce-cone,
Cedar-cone,

Magic pollen-cloud,
Nourishment for this bee.

Memory and imagination
grow from an omphalos
(navel).

A “bone” beginning at a navel,
and stretching toward a star…..
(and in some instances, le voile lactee, Milky Way):
while we sleep.

Vapourous, evaporative
bone.

Crazy Horse……
all that one might perceive:
all that one might encounter:
living body,
vibrant body.

["Dust to Dust" ??........not so bad.......
these stars, this sun, are dusts.......
we are already dusts........
<>]

This kind of cut
does not come from megalomania and subjugation.

Le Mepris.

{Megalomania and subjugation:
the reaction of those who refuse The Cut which life bestows.}

Here, I have, indeed, gone “off” in unexpected “directions”……

your Friend evaporating,

Anthony Z.

Peace and War

inflate their facile masks

to propitiate

their serration

in a decor of delusion.

///,

for a survival economy, instead of creativity……

J.
Thanks for the link.

“Post-capitalist” ??
I prefer to leave [capitalism] to itself:
self-consumption, auto-phagy, autotomy.

We do not need “historical” language to be present,
with memory, with imagination, with sleep;
relation(ship), community
are sufficient.

In too many instances, “story-telling”, “drama”,
“narrative”, and “discourse”
function as obstacles, occlusions—- not passages.
They remain within language.

Roland Barthes has a marvellous intelligence
about language and discourse: he sustains a vivid,
punctual awareness (vigilance) of what language
and discourse cannot do, of terrains (bodies) which
they cannot encounter (visit).

Language does not surround, control, encompass
vivid source, vivid encounter.
Language is exactly a fable.

“The legal profession” is entirely posthumous, mummified,
dead—-a necropolis, necrophagy, coprophagy.

No doubt: they censor Flaubert, Joyce, Faulkner.
Language is a dead (:definite, determined) process:
the “body” of Gregor Samsa, also the body of that “man”
who designs the Apparatus at the Penal Colony.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~ ~

Spermatic (sun).
Menstrual (moon).

Menses (thinking).

It impresses me that emotion draws an instantaneous
relation with , planetary movement, oceanic
movement, axially: emotion carries thinking.

Emotion….one might say…..…..embraces
the body of thinking: thinking begins.

Do the Oglala Sioux have a word for “emotion” as distinct
from “being”—- perhaps not.
The Hopi have no “past” tense.

^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ ^^^^
^^

I happened to see Werner Herzog’s <>……
it is decidedly interesting, yet it suffers from “photography”…….
Atmospheric vapor, tactile-aural resonances, scents, tissues of energies
do not come through the mesh.

He notes that within Chauvet cave they felt the potent range of a gaze
which emanated from the walls; at last, it was too much; they could
remain in the cave for just so long: the field of the energy propelled them
to leave.

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night terrace

skin of water

and these

stones whose faces

draw

contours

of navels

uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu uuu

aaaZ

Men are busy with a dung pile….

which they groom,
which they seek to enlarge,

which they seek to conserve and preserve

against decay.

A^zz

J.

wwwwww ORD s
(co-ORD-i-nat-es)……
they must
splash and sparkle,
and disappear,
like fishes.

* **** **

Torah, Christ, Allah—-

with them,
the loss of all life-profusion
which originates,
lives and embodies,

before The Word (logos)
appears.

*** * * *

The paleolithic caves (Lascaux….Chauvet…. in France)—–
with drawings of Animals,
with bones, bear skulls, footprints of bears and wolves,
claw marks on the walls—–
were not domestic spaces.

These people—-
drawings, bones, hand-prints (without words).
No doubt—- they spoke: they were related.

* *** * * *

And yesterday, the 11th—-
I happened to encounter two men—one from Calagary, one from Jamaica—
and to elaborate two impromptu (serendipitous) conversations—-one in
the Street, one later in the Park……
These “conversations” simply “opened” of their own accord—-flow of air,
shift of water, thread of suns…..

R e l a t i o n s h i p

“Economy” has established a police system
where [all life] falls under the Surveillance of Currency.

“Economy” defines [relationship] as a conjugal pairing of human actors.

A living body sustains relationships—– with water, with air, with an
intricate
tissue of forms.

The Oglala Sioux speak of bison, hawks, insects, wolves as their
.
Emotion and thinking become vivid in the speaking.
*
*
suggests a life of unusual, surprising relationships, with
intervals of stability
(not the “Everything is permitted” of Ivan Karamazov).

“The present age” seems preoccupied with saying “all” that can be “said”.

And on.

I often remember what Kris Kelvin’s father says < fragile!!>>.

With unfolding mysteries, encounters,

aa^Z

Men have forgotten to carry

(to regard)

an originary space,

a vigilance

unmarked, unscored by The Word.

aa^z

Speech:
as that commodified, somatic “function” (part)
inflated, ordered, employed
to tyrannize
(repress, succeed, win against)
other commodified, somatic “functions” (parts).

aa)z

Consciousness,

that old

Eraser,

sets itself

against

Our-Sun.

[Consciousness,

that old,

that big,

Eraser,

sets itself

against

Our-Suns.]

cine
aaZ

J.

An uncertain, unusual passage.

(Reason is one of several elements
which establish Consciousness).
The Resistance must out-play, out-flank, all of them.

The Resistance
must elude, disrupt, (in some instances) destroy,
the homogenizing mania-fixation
of Consciousness.

Homogenesis. Thanatogenesis.
“Man” as some “general” category.
“Death” as some “general” and “future” category.

I think that government and individual
autonomy remain incompatible.
Philosophy comes as a kind of soap (slippery)
making an illusion appear……
where precise limits hold forth (inviolate distinctions).
Philosophy gives to “man” and “woman”: two play-things,
almost toys: “liberty” and “freedom”;
meanwhile, untruth and tyranny against autonomy continue.
An autonomous being does not need to think “how free I am”.

Consciousness remains posthumous,
and separated from Necessity.

The life, the existence, of some one who is perpetually
chasing “some-thing” (an idea, a word, a dream, etcetera……)
is not life, not existence.
The-one-who-chases has perpetually a funereal odor…..

I am night
(……even when I am not night……)

I am sleep
(……even when I am not sleep……)

I am living
(……even when I am not living…..)

AAz

J.

I have come to a life in which
that convention
which divides life- – -
into past, present, future- – -
is ridiculous,
untenable,
insupportable, inaccurate.

Memory.
Presence.
Waiting (Fermentation).

I find these to be authentic.

Recent eruptions of memory
have come to me…..
not from a “previous” “time”…..
have come with a fluidity (humour, spirit)
and a body
which are also presence.

I think that certain domains of our lives
are not related to words or numbers;
cannot be divided as words and numbers
are sectioned and divided.

Who are you? said the Caterpillar.

I think that in some mavellous way “the Caterpillar”,
with its linkages and sections, suggests “the Word”……

Yet certainly the valence-life of this “Caterpillar”
belongs neither to the Word, nor to the Wordless.

Michel Henry, writing in connection with the paintings
of Kandinsky,
says that European philosophers
(Kant, Hegel, Schopenhauer, Heidegger)
have missed our essential relations with invisible life;
and given this, they are unreliable.
Specifically, they are not open to the invisible tonalities
of colors which Kandinsky evoked.

Chrysanthemum growers,
you are the slaves
of chrysanthemums……
says Issa.

In this way, subjects and subjectivity
remain enslaved by objects and objectivity—-
so long as subjects continue to reproduce,
and to refer to, objects.

aaZ

J.

All those people with their Che Guevara
shirts…..
I need one with the Doctor,
and another with Merkin Muffly (U.S. Prez.)……

My life now becomes just bizarre – - -
not a fear-and-loathing,
not “surreal”,
not an exile-on-main-street…..

This present interval brings a remarkable
(e)strangement.

Antonioni’s Zabriskie Point.

Chris Marker’s La Jette.

Another film: The Loved One.
Rod Steiger plays “Mr. Joyboy”, a mortician at
a sumptuous, expansive mortuary park-deluxe in
California. Mr. Joyboy is in love with a certain
Miss Thanatogenesis. She is beautiful and
very sensitive, more than desirable.
The mortuary park is called Whispering Glades.
First and foremost, it is a “business” – - -
“busy-ness”, what black humour, what irony;
the busy-ness capitalizes on mortality and
grief; mortality and grief become “revenue-
streams”…..It is an unusual film; I have not
researched who directed and who filmed it.
Excellent humour, excellent cinematography
and sets.
The Loved One, we might say, then meets
Werner Von Braun…..
Blast-off.

And Cuckoo’s Nest.

I find that a certain Sterility,
and certain Parental Controls,
persist beyond their “historical” “period”;
that Sterility, those Parental Controls,
become fixtures — even furnitures, architectures —
independent of any threat,
functionally death-less.

Another T-shirt: Joe McCarthy, senator from
Wisconsin. I have lists of “names”.

Art For The Sake Of Art.
That’s very funny.
Control For The Sake Of Control.
Marvellous.
The Mortician’s Art.
Rx/ Strangelove.

Why shouldn’t universities promote Dr. Freud??
He did nothing whatsoever to threaten The Crowd
and The Organization. He left them both intact.

Passolini’s Teorema.
Here the “owner” transfers “ownership” of the “factory”
to the “employees”: and the essential corruption
remains as it was: Love and transformative Rebirth
remain as by-standers.

Industry continues; it ingests aristocracies,
fascisms, tyrannies, employers and employees.

Marx, even as he accomplishes his goal,
leaves Industry intact.
The owner dies “like Christ” leaving the Apostles….
without spring, without resurrection, without rebirth of Love.

The flooding of the Nile…..
and stems reborn of roots…..
Isis and Osiris.

Did the Paris Commune in 1871 intend to leave
The Organization—-Industry—-
intact??

AAz

“capital”

declares woman-and-man….

to be prostrate before….

to be servants of….

The Object.

aa))z

J.

How are you?
Where are you?

I’m still smokin’ it
in Nueva York….

Plenty of uncertainty—–
so far nothing has clicked.

I’m still showing little serious
or humourous interest in
writing and reading.

I’m so bereft of “creative” “impetus”
(almost sounds like “oedipus”)
that it is funny….

I’m waiting for Thunder, Rain, and Deluge—-

(certainly not the “thunder” that Eliot
spoke of….and I think that Pier Paolo
Passolini, in Teorema, and in Edipo Re,
presents an authentic vision of
horrific sterility and horrific waste…..)

I’d like to take all this horribly coded
language…..turn it upside-down and
invert it…..

Feedback and Redundancy,
emperors and tyrants….

so much for “modernism”…..

Body, Psyche,
come to us with colors
which cleanse and heal life.

Anthony

The medium is the message.

The medium is the massage.

The medium is the censor-ship.

“etcetera…..terra……
and what remains…………..”

Time wobbles,
nods off,
dissipates….

absents itself;

and how many persons
still rely
(re-mained)
(amok)
upon it…..

aa(Z)

J.

I’ve been off the electric mail grid
for a while.

Possibilities, uncertainties, changes.

Who knows….?

Who are you?
A caterpillar.

I am disturbed to hear about the
“social” structure and your doctorate.

Present shift
and present passage:
somewhat weird and somewhat
daunting.
I don’t know what to say about it.

I happened to meet a marvellous
woman in Barcelona; she visited me
here in New York for six days
(29 deca to 4 janu)…..
We had quite a time…..
She bears an unusual spirit.

Life now saturates my body, my plenum,
with a presence that is decidedly non-verbal—-
“the word” stands off, stands away, to one side…..

A flow, neither exterior(experience) nor interior
(no English word to correspond with “experience”,
unless, perhaps, it comes as “humour”, “marrow”, “core”)
wells and courses here.
A flow,
neither exterior nor interior.
A vitality
which has no need of words.

Given, say, twenty five years of literary adventures
and that verbal hypertrophy which accompanies
human life at present—-
I’m confused, dis-oriented, just now.

All that reading, all that looking into language,
have “landed”….planted….rooted my skins,
my bloods…..in a very different perception…..

***I have your phone#. I’ll give you a call.

Anthony Z

Cask of Amontillado……

Two agents—-
a writing of prose,
a reading of prose—-
coagulate that mural
of baked, unmovable earth.

aa)z

J.

I find this life
on a new peak, a nose peak,
a freshetted summit,
of dissatisfaction.

This earth revolves around this sun—-
Galilleo’s perception signifies so little:
that apparatus of learning
which claims possession of man-and-woman
(which isolates them as hostages)
remains an ego-centric,
ego-crippled falsehood.

***************

This pulp within this marrow
is as much a skin as skin—-

that division of an integral body
into outside and inside
(aliment and excrement)
(as if it were an Oedifice)
functions as a wretched falsehood.

***************

How are the curvatures
in Australia?

A.

J.
I do not perceive,
do not experience,
anything clearly these days;
and
this hour to hour,
night to night, passage
of passages
has a lassitude,
a tone, a flavor of its own.
I have nothing
with which to compare it.
AAZ

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

aAz