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An Infinity of Imaginary Sand

November 3, 2008

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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? Advertisements

Notes

October 15, 2008

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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 […]

Evidence of the actually unreal

October 15, 2008

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What kinds of items should be listed in this category?

It already changed its name back into the one it had

August 15, 2008

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How else are we to understand transformation? I watch the magician change the hazelnut into a light bulb.

Unenlightened Money

June 21, 2008

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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 […]

Patience

June 6, 2008

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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 […]

A Mirror

May 19, 2008

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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, […]