just because it's happening doesn't mean it is.
don't get me wrong, a little lucidity goes.
a little lucidity goes, but it is problematic,
as most things are
as most things are
"True spiritual life consists in rereading.
Today I found the most horrible story in the memoirs of Misia Sert. I call it the agony of the flies and quote it here verbatim: 'One of my little bed companions has become a real master in the art of catching flies. Patient studies of these insects has enabled her to find the exact spot where one could insert a needle into their bodies to thread them without causing their death. In this way she manufactured strings of living flies and delighted in the heavenly feeling on her skin caused by the desperately scrabbling little feet and the tiny trembling wings.'" canetti, agony of the flies
"When they were introduced, he made a witticism, hoping to be liked. She laughed very hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.
The man who'd introduced them didn't much like either of them, though he acted as if he did, anxious as he was to preserve good relations at all times. One never knew, after all, now did one." dfw, a radically condensed history of postindustrial life
two men, both writers and philosophers. one lived to be 89 years old. the other did not.
will i live another year?
there was string bean at the 59th street 6 train station. as i approached, it appeared as though she was talking to herself. about what? corporate personhood. then the loud chant. we. are. the.
the fly does not notice the string.
nor do i.
everyone else seemed angry, tired.
the same chants for three hundred years.
radical collectivism doesn't need to be chanted loudly.
a call for new mantras.
not hope,
thought and consideration.
not progress,
inaction and de construction.
where?
towards non arrival
towards-non-arrival.
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