As if it was, and often it was, the only cultural capital we
had
the present but fugitive body
iconicity is a form of make-over
a void we inhabit
see how really caught they are
the emptying out of self as a
strategy
an autistic contiguous mode of thinking
the cuts are felt like characters
the cut (human sampling) is psychotic
—with
language from Glenn Ligon
*
The brick nature of it
the inherently
unforgiving footprint for natural light
sunlight is directional
is it a point in motion?
find a way to break the system
the real townhouse problem
space itself is moving
when they connect they make
something new, a new pose
*
A whiff of what life may be
we’ve not yet
seen what a collective body can do
and we don’t even run away
that’s when we
discovered tear gas doesn’t kill you
it’s not a weekend
I’ll step up this wreck
a sense of care for the social body in the moment after the
crest
—with language from David Buuck
*
Very very very felt
sense of the
simultaneous vacancy and presence
weightless/absence/words with ‘less’
a delineated
presence that describes his absence
a lack/a half-desire
landscape-wise and temporally
when something becomes legible it becomes real
the language of the destroyer
stardescent soul
piles-up into thresholds
how you can talk about the scope of the universe
sort of God but really vague
paradoxes that are always present
*
An essence of movement
to make the rich think
dead ducks don’t need duck calls
being surrounded by human terms
pressing the leaf and the sound
gives the vegetable a voice
demanding that truth comes from context
this is a really sad poem
a remnant of the somatic
*
Not a person but a collection
collective thread not by race,
gender
we are all… we are responsible for our actions
poetry as crystallization of time
and place
architecture as crystallization of culture
what is movement
To see crisis not as a
great hill…
We
are concerned with movement / and stealing a little bit of life / in the
metropolis
going into battle
sounded
like a dance when the police were tossing that woman
sort of like melodramatic
describing
it in the true form of what was happening
the art of rebellion is strange to me
rebellion
is awkward violence is awkward
the artistic remediation changes the reality
just before
the battle starts, the music
—with
language from Jackqueline Frost’s The
Antidote
*
Replace the word ‘write’ with ‘dance’
you are
collaborating with time
—with
language from CA Conrad’s A Beautiful
Marsupial Afternoon
*
Stalking what people want us to see
we want our
names to last forever
the sass given back to people
the kitschy
items make up her personality
dresses like the Internet
the
Internet persona before the Internet persona came about
over culture
*
Soft-eyed asshole
soaking up
my blue
breathe into a fire and it grows
sounds that
were sort of like words
music has a way of demanding space
to divorce
from the analytical
how expressive his whole being is
words and
languages being a civilization of sound
tone worlds
a place is
not made of its component parts… but sound
coming from silence and being
born
what does
it mean to write down and print one of his poems?
the lyric is a sign that speaking is taking place
*
Wedded to this order and sequencing
it’s a
little alone
—with
language from Fred Moten’s B Jenkins
*
Recognition, recognition of misrecognition, misrecognition
of misrecognition
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