The Daily Fill
My Important Nothings — Emily
Working up 2nd versions of Cutters Must poems. Today — Orbits the Gardyloo V2.
Loom of Language
Flexions and agglutinations — flexions are variations of a word — singular, plural, present, past etc, gender…
Agluts are syllablizing attachments that elide into onesies.
Very Good Book. They used to have a table for social studies including la lang in The Strand, nxt to philo tableau down in basement. Not there no more — where occasioned upon this.
Goes into historical development la lang — both simplifies and yet holy granular — full sweep by super smarty pants — en cyclop pedic lovely — Read now and again.
Shakespeare and Censer
Working theatre acceptance that flood is of its doubles, like with Diderot — the moi and the lui. Energes from shared topic, where romps stumps and bursts jackets – and rome e or pour for.
Shakespeare did a rhym rim roll, from Taming of the Shrew: “heres snip and nip and cut and slish and slash… “
Aahaha. Is about the censer — which is described in Shakespeare Lexicon as firepan burned to sweeten atmosphere — Lexicon goes on to say — as lids perforated, as perfume adorned with figures — also like at the barbers snip nip tip — give yall my fettered lip and up with your sticks —
Damp fell out from under yesterday — but joked and wrote v2 for 3 cutters —
V1 are awful awful, pure tip of iceburg. V2 gives into la langue as a succession of waves — mm bumps up one so to speak —
Shakespeare also refers to censers as giddy —
Planters and Bones
There are skeleton and planter aspects every spring sting lang thing eye dye tac does —
That in part creates a “visual” rhyme — pour slippery sublime — meld and melt, fin tin spin for poetry —
Plus oars for to skinny in — vouvray verjuice — catcher in eye rye pie -/ con fee fie fo— the ho blo west goest — beauty and beets, booty and beats —
Idnit tho!Continue reading
Essays as fiction.
Poetic holy oil and the hideous insidious perfidious sublime.
Wild at Heart – 2nd draft. Just started.
Efforts at exposure, that yen toward pastiche, for bravery to be ludicrousness, its wild offishness, oddly calms the sea change conundrums, scored day after day, with grotesque changeability and a shimmering wildness at heart.
Contempt is so brittle and confusing, a confused brooding child of horror, yet its stamina arises from a potent, resilient steaming temptation of lovely lies, what philosophy calls (esp. with respect to media): the bubbles of doubles –
Contempt is a cry out of darkness, a merciless resilience & inextricability with wagering seductions with what folds for a life.
Contempt couples with innocence as if to free fate – from the ambiguity of boredom.Continue reading
Two books, works in progress.
Its clear joy
you too do.
Where in between
Boots malice this time?
coffee in the raining work
Ways to get your on.
goodbye instead?Continue reading
Middling with Meta Fiction
Presence & madness, desire & distance, alls & nothings.
Not getting anywhere. Thinking about it. Thinking about it.
Thoughts about death intrude. Thoughts about death always intrude.
Fictioning with Meta. This piece is meant to be sketchy. A conversation between unnameable clowns in fond pursuit of meaning and its invention from death to madness. V3
Even baby sicky. Poor thing. You poor thing. Eyes make faces. Worry then blurry.
Not going to make it.
Its a bird its a dog. Its a pill and its grim. Madness you say is grim? Like a lost limb.
Slim rim runny gunny spin spin spin — pull the nail out out of the sacrificial hymn, gahead jump jump —
See the bunny, even while fucking, how it rolls like a log. This frantic peace. No use leaving now. No use leaving out. Everything begins where it drinks the magic and info seeming party to the tragic.
What is what is? The what is and not, and all the hot for trot, from spoon to rot.
It whims. Madness has its whims.
Whims, roaring like a fire. Fires that roar, deaths that soar. How madness eats her pie?
Lost all fondness to reason then?
Didn’t say that. Did not say that.
Starts with 1. Ends with grace. Pride of place.
And everything in between? A sinister plot — to fork it over, to fuck the lot.Continue reading
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107 Part 3. Why don’t you just buy your own fucking piano, you cheap c**t.
107 Part 2. No more mails to Fazioli please.
107 The piano you played for Idiot Prayer was magnificent. Was it a personal instrument?
106 I lost someone in the last year. I thought it was fine. It was a gentle passing. Now shapes and echoes resound. I feel a presence that comes and goes. How to understand the experience of loss. It’s not something I could negotiate with.
102 Do you ever look back at your anthology and wish you had been more overtly politically outspoken in your art? I love your music and its ability to relate common suffering, as you have discussed in the past.
100 If you would have a gold ring made that your son would inherit one day, what would you have engraved inside the ring? I am currently having a ring made that I want my son to have after my day.
099 I FEEL THAT OUR IDENTITY IS A PATCHWORK OF DESIRES, CHOICES, AFFILIATION, ECCENTRICITY. DO YOU HAVE ANY THOUGHTS ON HO LET ALL THE BITS FIT TOGETHER? What do you personally look for in an artist?
098 SOMETIMES IN THE MORNING IN ORDER TO ROUSE MY SPIRITS, I NEED TO PLUG INTO MY AMP AND PLAY VERY DISTORTED GUITAR AND DROWN MY WORLD IN SOUND. However, the cat that sleeps in my room is very put out by this.
097 I RECENTLY STUMBLED ACROSS YOUR INTERVIEW IN GQ “THE LOVE AND TERROR OF NICK CAVE” AND WAS IMPRESSED BY YOUR BRUTAL HONESTY WHEN ANSWERING SUCH PERSONAL QUESTIONS. Are you that honest with yourself? Are you that honest with yourself?
096 Last evening I spent some time watching the mesmerizing Bad Seed TeeVee and I learned that the Night raid line “I slid my little songs out from under you” was actually written years before. Could you write something more about its origin and how it found its way into this particular song?
095 After the sudden and tragic death of our beautiful son, brother recommended not to listen to ‘Ghosteen’.Found it comforting and consoling but am still struggling. I am 16 weeks and three days in at losing my child, how did Susie and yourself find peace with your agonising grief?
094 I recently read that the band Rising Signs believed ‘Palaces of Montezuma’ plagiarized their 2005 song, ‘Grey Man.’ I think one of many reasons I love ‘Palaces’ is that it reminds me, if anything, of the intro to ‘Theme From Mad Flies, Mad Flies’ by The Laughing Clowns from 1982.
092 A Prayer to who? Mystery that exists at the edge, Tears and Revelation.
091 I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan’s new song for most of the day. I can’t shake it. I think it might be a masterpiece. Do you like it?
090 What are your plans for the corona pandemic? What do you intend to do to fill the time?
089 What do we do now? Our new world ‘a ghost ship.’
088 Please give us a hint on the tour in regards of the Corona virus. What is the latest you know?Continue reading
Phrase Hunting, Notes & Sketches, Translating French
Ugly as an aesthetic category. Gradual abandonment Unity. Das negativschone, negatively beautiful —
Sublime and the ridiculous, how one rubs up against other —
Overwhelming ugly becomes monstrous, can no longer be sublated into sublime –
Definitions of monstrous – as a badge of ?Continue reading