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Who Said That?

October 23, 2008

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“Trust anonymity.” Advertisements

One Two

December 18, 2007

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A wrinkled box of water.  I into a painted corner unlock the blue clatter of the tin.  On this is the island on which I live where birds fly high nothing survives the four winds into which the dust motes speed like the red nailed barbs of the cactus animals that society has bent on pasteurisation.  The verb denotes […]

Defining terms

November 24, 2007

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My life, the defining terms: Nothing is wrong until something is wrong. Something is wrong until nothing is wrong. Something is wrong. Nothing is wrong. Is anything wrong? Something must be wrong!  What, if nothing is wrong, is that something? Did I forget about it or did it forget me? How can something that has forgotten about […]

Multiple Choice

November 21, 2007

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Complete the phrase.  (Here is a game.)  Using one of the choices below say which you think is the real situation with human beings:  “The human species is unique amongst the living species of the world because …” 1) It has language 2) It has opposing thumb and forefinger 2 1/2) It wears sharp suits 3) It is […]

Two full halves

November 20, 2007

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The brain contains two halves: one sensible and therefore  that half is fully cogent, and one not sensible and therefore that half is empty of cogency.  For one side therefore the two halves are empty, dull, but for the other the two halves are full in so far as since both are understood then in spite of a half being incogent […]

Works

November 20, 2007

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The work I am writing, it is in my head. And there are two compartments.  A wall down the middle, separating the two sides.  In one something sensible takes place; in two something meaningless takes place.  A circular window, a porthole, joins these rooms.  In one you peer out of the sensible into the senseless; in the other, […]

A five finger-ed exercise

November 20, 2007

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Hands.  The hands that do digital.  Real or metaphor. Hands on, hands down.  Hands up.  Give them the finger. Fine hands.  Hand cream.  A labourer’s hands.  A gardener’s green genius.  Hands that have never done a day’s work in their lives.  Half-moons, and long painted nails, and life-lines, all fingers and thumbs.  The left is what you have done […]