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1,000,000

April 28, 2008

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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.

The Theme

April 28, 2008

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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 […]

Ordinary

April 26, 2008

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Sitting on a bus staring out blank boom it came to me: the word ordinary.  Ordinary.  Ordinary!  As though it were an insight.  How ordinary  … Nothing here is special, nothing is unique, nothing individual – This is just a bus journey – everyone takes it … The feeling of used-ness that the seats seemed soaked in, […]

Money is a finitude

April 16, 2008

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Debt (money being a species of debt). * Where we must begin from is the idea that debt – money – is not perceived as debt, identified with that finititude, but on the contrary is identified with life – infinity – itself. … in the circumstance that one lives “in the world as it is”. In […]

Futuro: Why hasn’t he turned up?

April 8, 2008

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A stranger’s house – I look in a mirror dark on white tiles a cloth in a sink    rock featured and see it is not who I imagined * The Future: here we are but where is it? Zero-ed in evapouration. This is a sort of island mist. Candle-lit .  The roses a gleam. And brushing through it a bus. And […]

At Work, At Play

April 4, 2008

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Money: a specialised aspect of the human attention is represented: a kind of pragmatism whereby things have to work.  Nothing can work without it.  If he isn’t paid the bus driver wont drive the bus.  The bus too, it would be without petrol, it would remain unbuilt, if it didn’t exist as the money that […]

Don’t look down

April 4, 2008

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Think of instances of where your attention fails. Of where you get bored.  And even bore yourself. “I’ve got no money and I’ve got no hair.”

Fear of Debt

April 4, 2008

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The way Turgenev blithely ‘loans’ someone ten thousand rubles in the knowledge that it will never be repaid.  Were I as rich could I be as indifferent?  Example.  N.N. owes nothing to anyone.  No one owes him anything.  He owns six houses.  He is rich.  But he lives off bread and beer.  Never holidays.  Example.  […]

Van Gogh-isms

April 3, 2008

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Imagine an egg white china bowl of boiled rice and pitta .  It has been left out, standing for weeks, congealing.  The rice is edged with black.  The pitta shows a patina.  Brown.  Green.  Dead.  How could this be worth money?   But this painting, imagine: it is the most famous art work in the Western world and by far its most costly.  […]

The Mild Squares of London

April 3, 2008

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We who graze the mild squares of London Like leaves the size of scurf … “This patch of land is worth millions.”  I look at it.  Some old iron railings.  Broken paving.  Weeds grow. Real estate.  This locus of attention.  Real inwardly; outwardly – real.  Neither. Down this street where people walk: these millions. Tear the […]