January 2012
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“My sheets are just about never white. It’s a good thing blood dries fast....”
– HENRI MICHAUX, Darkness Moves
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June 2011
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April 2011
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ON ABSTRACT LISTENING
: : : : : ONE MUST CONSIDER oneself at the source of the sound, around which what’s heard orbits.   The act of hearing the window through which a fraction of the larger picture of one’s being can be glimpsed, and, from that glimmer, be extrapolated.   You are always being given instructions.   You hear only what you, yourself, are supposed to be heard. (Sick!)   The code is where...
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February 2011
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Feb 16th
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A LARGE ROOM HUNG WITH BLACK CURTAINS
And this afternoon I walked a new way, and a little brook led me into a new country, but I tore my frock getting through some of the difficult places, as the way was through many bushes, and beneath the low branches of trees, and up thorny thickets on the hills, and by dark woods full of creeping thorns. And it was a long, long way. It seemed as if I was going on...
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“One day you’ll be blind like me. You’ll be sitting there, a speck in...”
–  Samuel Beckett, ENDGAME
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“Then, sure at last that my voice would not be heard over this tumult, I began to...”
– Henri Michaux, DARKNESS MOVES
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Don’t rip life’s cunt any wider unless you plan to mend it back better and fulfilled. It’s too easy to revel in all things contrary, to flex that you know how to tear a hole in thought. But what are you doing to build an ideal alternative? The fashionable and culture-savvy sashay around with SURFACE IS THE NEW DEPTH printed large and insistent on all their neckerchiefs and...
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“Then babble, babble, words, like the solitary child who turns himself into...”
– Samuel Beckett, ENDGAME
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