What’s real consists in the instrumentation that’s designed to measure real. The attitude indicator or the vertical velocity dial or the radar. Like the eye seeing the instrument sees even in the midst of cloud. But if what it sees is an infinity of imaginary sand? But what matter if there is still an identifiable horizon?
October 15, 2008
There is a problem in talking about the commodification of objects in so far as this description, of ‘objects’, supposes we know what these things are … I mean not in commonsensical terms but their full blown metaphysical idea. Imagine two people arguing about a ‘what’: “A what is what it is, obviously.” ”But what… [Read more…]
October 15, 2008
What kinds of items should be listed in this category?
August 15, 2008
How else are we to understand transformation? I watch the magician change the hazelnut into a light bulb.
June 21, 2008
You arrive as money, carrying within your cold look the expectation of good scavenging – such as when seagulls land on top of the open garage door with a nail scrabble on painted metal: and there is cash in your pockets, I mean in the evidence of your coats and your bags, as you wander about… [Read more…]
June 6, 2008
I can never think about what I want to write directly. (By far the greater part of my writing does not appear on this website but is something that I work privately on day to day: most of the material you see here amounts to a form of cooling down or warming up; just practice jumps… [Read more…]
May 19, 2008
A man, looking in the mirror, sees his face changing; the result: he doesn’t know who he is, who is the stranger with thick black hair when the day before his hair was ginger; he had a moustache; a scar on his right cheek. Now that he looks at himself those things have disappeared; looking back at him,… [Read more…]
May 19, 2008
This issue: the act of “Looking at an object in a tank full of black ink”: I have no idea what the object is. Of what to measure it against. Even if it is there at all. The only thing I see is the reflection present in the black wafer of glass – the icy node of my… [Read more…]
April 28, 2008
The revelation of train rails. From 0 to 1,000,000. From. One to the zero’s oubliette. And back again. Forwards we go; into the affront of nothing. Out of the fright of some. Two arrive. Finally. Nothing = Something. Omega egg. Crack of doom. At first sight.
April 28, 2008
Originality. Talent. Walk hand in hand. ‘Talent’ meant originally ‘money’ . And so originality, being its shadow: for money originates the actual: in which we duly live as dark animals, its very substance the minatory. So ‘something from nothing’ (that is, money). Infinity. The finite. Sweeping the finite table clear of finite objects. Nothing but infinity remains. The… [Read more…]
November 3, 2008
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