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Matthew

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"Illness is the most heeded of doctors, to goodness and wisdom we make promises; pain we obey." Marcel Proust

[that's quite a highbrow one to start the ball rolling] [keep it pithy]
 

luka

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‘[T]o listen to music too hard – to hear it in terms of its component sounds, and to co-ordinate these with some production-orientated scheme of representation – is to risk not hearing music at all’ (Nicholas Cook, Music, Imagination, and Culture [Oxford, 1990], p.161). Truly to listen as Wordsworth desires must as a minimum require suspension of musical-analytic memory and inference, because precisely such functions will interrupt the completeness of listening.
 

Matthew

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Here's another one (i'm sure i've posted this recently here by WTF)

"The cause of the neuroses is the avoidance of legitimate suffering." Carl Jung.
 

luka

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I do not mean this as the personal history of someone thinking, the efforts of conscious mind-focus as pursued by an individual subject, or even an individual poet . . . but [poetic thought] is self-disputing and intrinsically dialectical. What thereby vibrates on the page and in the mind of the reader, in knowledge and memory and moral understanding, this does not belong to the poet, not anymore; it does not belong in the domain of the language system, not anymore; it does not reside in the fabric of dispute about values or competing models of state control, or visions of a future life . . . These are the outer shells of a dialectic energy working through the methods of poetic composition which cannot be defined or contained by its shells but must break them to become altogether new: new poetic thought. (599)
 

luka

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Imagine some kind of mechanical satellite drifting through space, and there are several dozen thrusters around its perimeter-sphere. Each one, individually, moves in a unique direction, quality, and exerts a certain force, quantity. And yet, these thrusters can be harmoniously programmed to steer the satellite - by having many adjacent thrusters activate simultaneously, their averaged direction is where the satellite moves. By activating a thruster that is aimed against that average direction, we can program for resistance of deceleration.
 

luka

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ur task is to liberate the imagination to realise it's true scope and dimensions and any attempt to limit it to a particular issue or problem is doomed. Why anti humanism is simply this
The imagination reaches out and finds as limits the individual subject and its pre-set affects, its shells. Its task at this stage of its development is to reach out beyond that cell into matter and forces. It is part of a development programme.
 

luka

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Amorous marble. Redeem voucher.
Enter incarnate maelstrom. The torque
of cyclonic matter.

Martyrdom broadcast. 11 past the hour.
And till tolls. Reconvene the assembly. Softly, I
have something to say.
We all feel this way, in the catastrophe
disassembled like birdsong
ascending at sharp angles, articulated,
very swift and sudden in each
change of direction, pivot
and placement
of the succeeding plane.
 

luka

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infrastructure degrade crash worm file burrow blink torrent
pirated security breach disaster is delete cancel file
master file delete manual capture tipping-point limit torrent
overkill break crash register burnout screen
corrupt cell communication memory insert memory override
memory delete REPLICATOR PROGRAM ESTABLISHED.
body bad informant printout imprint warning override
antibody neuter success pilot probe insert.

bright star
star capture

the stress sectors displaying friction about turn the
next alignment for seasons regimental folder essay
align the several sequence indefinitely wear tells are
nice inclement shading seasonal let's with older to assembly
date reorder and realign radial symmetry orb is there is no
point of origin for this fractal universe it is already
EVERYWHERE
 

luka

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green glazed knot in the water ridged meniscus
submerge and reappear in subtly rearranged
universe. other light ratio other emphasis
of air. hereditary invasion italic sprite
gabled obtuse to flow pitched against
The CURRENT.
Meet and greet grope for common ground
every grotesque is a diary entry
an irritant in the memory
a regret
a grievance a grudge against grim time.
seal it off/airless chamber of wax beauty/breathe
elsewhere lest it decay.
keeps coping what conflagration keep us
distance purge again again
 

Corpsey

call me big papa
"Illness is the most heeded of doctors, to goodness and wisdom we make promises; pain we obey." Marcel Proust

[that's quite a highbrow one to start the ball rolling] [keep it pithy]
I was listening to an audiobook course about meditation/mindfulness last night and the second "lecture" was about how the human brain evolved to survive in the brutal savannah and is therefore designed to constantly spot or foresee or recall (to prepare for more) danger.
 

luka

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G-O-D caught in net capture closing
Now is new imprint- different data display
reorganisation of diffuse data-points into compelling
new narrative fiction self-story tell-to-self-story
big brinkmanship / force the hand of G-O-D

matter selects from an array of options

G-O-D constructs own self from clay compounds upwards
bootstrap to higher complexity and coherence

enter key options
 

luka

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people cargo goods vehicle panic crate
transaction trauma compound a-road delivery vector
service supply chain work sector transport logistics
logistics truck. stop.

labour pool transfusion cheap bodies.


industrial deformation chemical imbalance toxin
leak attention fractured eye cloudy crude control
programme recognised movement jerky and spasmodic
twitch trait
improper mesh protocol
amateurs
blackmarket control implant

drug gentle sedate client ambien soothing sounds of
synthetic nature
activate hypnotic trigger

WE ARE THE CONTROLLERS / WELCOME BACK
 

luka

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serenity obligation qualify the judgement
soften the stone. severity the pillar
of polo shirt man. take him at his word
and suffer.

many have died
here, and the wind scours the flesh from their
bones. smash the tablet

wipe


the pilgrim has lost his way
let us re-orient.

speak it orderly departure through all the big blue
billowing. exodus in episodes. could we keep it

utterly intact, the more than memory, the
presence
which cannot fade.
view-screen offers the same grey desolation across
the entire available field. birds scream
on barbed wire, on broken glass, on black
leather boots. it has come around
again
 

luka

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death in waiting, coiled.
insurance premium primroses petals flutter
in that breeze.
SERENDIPITOUS ENCOUNTER OBERON
dewy threads of gossamer.
later, in Antwerp, we will remember
the death-drive always disguised as Eros, always as
life, leading us
to our end and laughing
how foolish these mortals be
 

luka

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Perfidious Cornetto lapped upon the Terminal Beach
about us the impossible towers of steel and mirrored glass,
the mirage of the future we occupy. Seagulls
pockmark the air with hilarity and contempt.
 

luka

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Shearwater rising, as we put out upon waves of brilliant sky, almost hopeful now sunight scintillant and dauntless. Before rough wind raised it's hackles and the great bells shuddered in their towers. A cloud of jackdaws fleeing pell mell and into the lyric
 

luka

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Hardly. It kept promising me. And I kept chasing. Wanted so much I wanted. A winter wonderland. Very pure the sensuous austere withholding. Took fox-path through nasturtiums then, breathing-ways full of perfume. Shadow hard upon me, all days then the shadow hard upon me.
 

luka

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Far from home I have no allies here. On my own strength thrown back hard pressed in the assailing in the everywhere leathery wings and rasping.

Lithe tree shakes off the rain. Sweet lichor. Something wants my eyes, to look out through them. Something needs my fingertips to feel with. The bruising where it squeeze me. The bleeding.

Wren dart in the dainty, in the wrangling of honeysuckle and snapdragon.
Finches. Sing my song to save me, lift your voice. Please. With the darkness closing in.
 
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