7.14.10

New String Theorist Jokes

Gravity is the many ways in which the physical universe can be wrong. Only way to rid us of it is to shake it, shake it, shake it -- til we get it right.

Adam is a typo that needs to be corrected. (as to Agamben on Adam as a TYPOS gr., a type, who prefigures the Messiah) And the typo is D: AAM is double- birth (birth & resurrection) and M is death, so the Messiah is AMA ( yes, American Medical Assoc)

3/30/10

Mick Vranich died last night

craggy old youth
craggy to the end
no doubt no doubt
detroit constellation
sweet e-mail from stacy aab

in the prior planet

the master of jew jizzu
came from the erongenous zone
asking to buff or not to wank

4.5.10

spring is here! The bats are awake!   

4.6.10
   
Are there any holy sites, like Jerusalem, on the internet? Something we can really fight about? This iPhone capitalizes internet automatically, I had to decapitalise it manually, it thinks it's god. Step outside, motherfucker!

1.10

David Franks died

2010: since january 31st
for Betsy

this world is how the dead communicate
with something neither us nor them

everything sensible is a message from the dead

and everything dead is a message from us
for something beyond them that is beyond us

we are whatever they say
and they are whatever we say

and we know not who we say it to

I’m a letter you’re a letter
we crossed in the mail

sealed and going
plain and enigmatic

but just between us we are either here or there
the messages we are not meant for either

machines are how this world communicates with itself
but some machines – like guitars—bring messages from the dead
faster than we here to ourselves

all musical instruments do including the human voice

and speaking of David Franks, Betsy Boyd you are one helluva post office

letter to the dead DF via BB
next day Laura finds
DEAD LETTERS by DF
with page-targets riddled by BBs

I said if anybody can get a message thru
David will

so here it is
if you like it here get thee machined
if not
let song wing it


mental geography is geography
the same topos as what’s out the window
it goes on named out there and unnamed in the mind

no ideas but in things indeed
including things of the mind

mind topos and geo-features going on without a break
all of them here and there
both hi tree and what did I just say

the wave of event made of all particles sensible and undetected

it’s the stuff that travels back and forth that interests the back and the forth

the messaging

oh and those lips
I put that letter in and there were three
eros cupid and psyche

on their way somewhere busy busy

or da capo
this world is just what the dead say
not to anyone
just talking

do we talk back
oh yes we do



2.5.10

the dead are grateful to this world
which is why the Grateful Dead are still alive
and this world is grateful to the dead
for saying what they say

metaphors less apt than comparisons even
because they introduce chronology where there is only continuity

beside only some of the Dead are dead


Physical (named, "solid") is the same as mental (polynamed, in flux), one topos

In the 20th century we feared machines for becoming like people, and taking over, but in the 21st we have become more like machines, so we no longer fear them; we percieve them as ideal rather than scary. They have taken over. My body, my machine. The only thing that stood between our perfect union was psychology, but pills have gotten rid of it.

(not novels though: they insist: the dead skin of the word)

7.18.10

blue jew at boston diner

a blue jew
a horny jew
a jew with blue balls
an old boston jew
where the snow is blue
the blue-cheese burger
overdone by the black-blue
short-order cook from benares
with the blue elephant inked on her ankle
the sky is blue in benares
the snow is eggplant blue in boston
oh blue jew blue jew
the books are dusty and blue
you read them all when they were new
oh daddy sylvia way outrhymed you