4 Songs for Governmentability

Who decides
who gets to live and

who gets to die
and who misses them

and who mourns eventually
that our science can

only keep
some of us alive and

them not even for ve
ry long

may be the w
orst

fact of all that
‘keeping alive’ shou

ld be the problem of
all science and medi

cal practices
to stay alive to

relieve pain
to die comfortably honorably

represents the
limited extent

of our creativity
and thinking.


So the prisoner
sings and is his body
tho he is
in prison and the state thusly
courses through
him a ‘capillary funct
ioning’
of power thusly
through us in that
song of some
immanence open and
ungovernmentable which
unsentimentally
will see
the walls of sovereignty fall
in a way unlike the way
they were built.


Wearing your ‘war hair’ in the rain
please let your enemies deserve you.


Too much governmentability
not enough desire

for the good we are not good
or just without which law

sustains us lawless except
we won’t pretend some sovereignty

wasn’t the word pretend these
prisons were good

for the soul 'infinitely detained'
by no due process what rogue

state was ‘we’ unmourned
or ‘they’ far away like bodies

we can’t see they see us
down into a Roman thing

incision of the ‘two bodies’
burnt by what remains.

Felt Sculptures

here are some felt sculptures!

http://feltproductions.wordpress.com/felt-sculptures/

Deadpan Audio at Eric Baus' To the Sound

Here is a 50 min. audio track of Dorothea Lasky and I reading our collaboration Deadpan.

http://baustralia.wordpress.com/2008/05/20/dorothea-lasky-thom-donovan-read-deadpan/

Shabbat Selectives

~ for Kyle, after his 1st St. Marx reading

If and when you flipped your shit
A lot a mode of interrupt

That shows the senses a way out
Of sense demonstrates a parity

Of insight the printed word
And word spoken in the air

Like it were printed a kind of hall
ucination what “fuckery” would

Reveal context wherever we go
Hell opter literalism folds

The world so we are in it
Like a wreck of print lends eyes ears

Ears eyes touches these distances
Song adjusts your mind is on

My mind again its different
Colors of the sky today none

theless irradiating a common sense
The lower cases too equivocate.