Texts
2005-2008
1.
Behold, I show you a
mystery.
In a moment night
is noon.
The light is a bone.
We shall not all sleep,
but we shall all be
changed.
2.
The joke is,
the thing isn't.
Not now, maybe
later.
Not funny ha ha.
How about this:
This time
dear deer, the tree
knows and is
waiting
in the coven.
3.
The floor forsees
the mutual loss of
men and God.
Humbled by the ascension
of surface, they
become
free again,
as ghosts.
4.
Remember the
Bourgeoisie? Their
acreage comes closest
to the mobile phone.
The model is new
and the ring renews
the sting of triumph.
Like that dog.
5.
There are two
times.Chronos is what
we measure the day by.
Kairos is what
comes after.
6.
Time passes,
once in silence now
in stereo.
The indirect light
welcomes this change but
is unconvinced of
the progress.
7.
Progress is regression.
Windows should be
broken to serve
the beginning.
8.
No justice.
No fees.
No justice.
No keys.
The train that served
as the metaphor for
relativity, has left.
9.
You think
things will end.
And that will be the opening.
I want you to know
things don't think to end.
And that is the promise
and the threat.
10.
You are dead to
the law.
The shadow knows.
11.
How many times
can you return on
investment?
Silly. The window frames
to
and fro and frames you.
There are no more
secrets.
And hence,Value.
12.
OMG cannibals run
the economy!
No amount of Kashmir
will do the trick.
But I’m down for
whatever.
Now that Bush is gone.
13.
The painter of Light,
and the painter of
Modern Life
are in a bar.
They drink to value,
but remain
subjectless.
14.
There is no other
interior
than the world.
A man wrote.
A window no longer
framing and light
no longer shining
is testament enough.
No?
15.
Relief comes
when the end
is near.
Magic comes after.
It is called fear.
16.
The shadow
is a depthless
transition from suture
to the Real.
The surface the
birds
touch is neither inside
nor outside.
17.
Take that
stain out. And
you will find yourself
not of this time.
But is in that time.
The one
the light strikes,
in Serbian or Spanish or
that shit they play
in town.
18.
Meteorlogical thought
eulogizes time by a
succession of events.
The ideal storm is really
the magic of naming.
And in naming, releasing.
19.
The wetness
misunderstood
as darkness
moves across
the field in
4/4 time.
History does not
repeat,
but rhymes.
20.
The shape that
color renounces
happens to look a lot
like Glenn Gould.
Via negativa is the way
to reach it, provided it
justify in costs,
overruns,
that kind of thing.
21.
There is a story
about a secret.
But who the hell
knows it?
22.
The pragmatists have
it wrong. What is
left is not
the ends of use.
They hang in the
air
like dancers, soaking the
speed back into
our idea of freedom.
23.
It is really streaming
live.
Moment by moment
by light in lieu
of form.
Left by that bird and
that shadow, together and
for everyone.
24.
The present
no longer represents
the real.
Exlxia lo revek
koviv es cheaq ip
dic dic po.
25.
Here’s our,
ghetto story.
The gas holds
the hum that
powers a
return to
the exit.
It feels like nothing.
But that is the point
says Foucault, making
noise.
26.
Miguel wants
me to rise up
and sing
I would, but
the moral force
outside my window
is gunning, well into
the next century,
for my pants.
27.
Black light solitude
is a perverse
freedom
28.
This morning’s
string theory
goes as follows:
Light is the inverse
of a slackening
made real.
Apply it with malice
on aching joints
and floors.
29.
A life in crime
must cross that line
before the point
left by Xeno.
30.
The time to thug
always comes
too soon.
You trap all day and
play all night.
The clowns meet
down the block.
As a precaution.
31.
Echo reconciles. Ask
the shadow of the tree.
Or the broken
window
about the slurry time
that bonds itself-in
-the-thing.