pink shades heaven
about canopy where
you i embedded in midge haze
afterbite produces hassle
no flash involved
skin sanctifies
i’ve been better
at gutting fishes
under a full moon
pink shades heaven
about canopy where
you i embedded in midge haze
afterbite produces hassle
no flash involved
skin sanctifies
i’ve been better
at gutting fishes
under a full moon
roze streept hemel
over baldakijn waarin
jij ik in muggenwolk
prikweg geeft gedonder
zonder flits
huid heiligt
ik heb weleens beter
vissen gekaakt
bij volle maan
ad undas
http://noemata.net/adundas/
AD UNDAS is a social network service using the sea as medium. The
network uses messages in bottles as the main communication. More than
connecting and interacting with other people, as in Facebook, MySpace,
Twitter, LinkedIn, etc., ad undas aims at a dislocation of
representation (people, time, space), and an uncycling of events, as a
breakthrough from semi-closed web circuits towards a widening
perception of communication and state of affairs, expressed in the
three-fold strategy of listening, gleaning, and littering.
Breakthrough saturday 27th June 2009
The second server of ad undas network -”vibrate ‘tourists’”- will be
launched saturday 27th June 2009 as part of the Breakthrough event
distributed across Berlin locations, inter-network and radio space,
organized by _____micro_research [Berlin]. Read more at
http://1010.co.uk/org/breakthrough.html
Server is setup for sending and receiving messages in the
Mediterranean Sea. Communication with the server is done via this
website, the Breakthrough event interface/IRC, and the physical
location. The event is documented live with webcams, and communication
feeds and logs. Go to the event page at
http://noemata.net/adundas/breakthrough/
deep thoughts
Ad undas, latin: to the waves. Expression used in relation to failure
and loss. Here the term is used also in another sense, of a
communication layer on a lower level (than failure and loss), likened
to an UDP datagram protocol(2) in some sense in its stateless,
unreliable service, often used in streaming applications; though here
the destination doesn’t have to be specified; actually in our use
nothing have to be specified.
More than stating merely with mcluhan the medium is the message this
might implement a physical W.A.S.T.E protocol (pynchonian and/or the
file sharing network application).(3) While the network application
WASTE uses strong encryption to ensure that third parties cannot
decipher the messages, here the encryption is performed by the medium
itself - instead of message encryption we have medium encryption -
J.L. Borges writes about two labyrinths, one of them being a desert,
and Chuang-Tzu (Zhuangzi) uses the expression “hiding the world in the
world”(9) - steganography as non-steganography(10).
In the Pynchon W.A.S.T.E. communication system messages are
distributed via trash bins (today called ‘recycle bins’), which turns
around ideas of form&content/text&context and other epistemological
pairs; and here to the extent of uncycling them - one might then call
it an ‘uncycle bin’, breaking the loop of medium/message,
message/trash, failure/loss, sort of a hole, or another - deeper,
primordial? - layer more in accord with the informè (formless) of
Bataille, rejecting ideas of both form and content and the futility of
thinking within them (and about the formless itself).(4)
Thus suggesting ‘ad undas’ also to mean to ‘let go’ (ressentiment, bad
faith, master-slave) or to ‘let be’ and its janus-sided no will/will
to nothing of the last man (robinson crusoe)(5); or the last will of
no man (breakthrough, displacements, islands)(6); or again the
negative as the strengthening element, glue, in (social)
relations/communication, looking at communication from the
unperspective of the formless, or the sea, which is already one, as if
leaving communication redundant or reflective as with the Solaris
sea(7).
technology
The network protocol of ad undas consists of the methods listening,
gleaning, and littering.
* listening. a passive, receptive state of being sensitive to
surroundings, to the degree of being immersed and displaced,
reflected, even lost, delirious. interpretation of incoming messages -
what is a message? - turning it towards another implementation of a
paranoiac-critical machine(11) - of which the first one might have
been eniac, the first general-purpose electronic computer. the ability
of the brain to perceive links between things which rationally are not
linked. The listening asks what is a message (paranoia) to ask what is
a message is to ask about the medium (critical). Dalí described the
paranoiac-critical method as a “spontaneous method of irrational
knowledge based on the critical and systematic objectivity of the
associations and interpretations of delirious phenomena”. see ganzfeld
procedure below.
* gleaning(12). the gleaning layer is built on top of the
listening layer, collecting left-overs, marine debris(13) that appears
significant to the network regarded as messages from the sea. the
paranoiac-critical listening layer, expanding the conventional message
data packet, is listening for unforseen communication in unspecified
formats. Gleaning takes place as the messages appears as messages via
the detour of the paranoiac-critical listening medium. messages are
picked up, collected, computerized if possible and finally made public
to reach a unique receiver. the listening/gleaning operator is called
an ‘uncorker’, an uncorking of messages in regard to gleaning, and an
‘uncorking of form’ within the listening layer.
* littering. sending messages to the sea. one the one side the law
might call this littering, on the other side a W.A.S.T.E. protocol
deliberately distribute its messages as litter as a form of
encryption. a littering operator is called a ‘corker’, as in corking
messages, and when it comes to the form layer (listening) it is viewed
as as an uncycling of events. a corker is uncycling events, an
uncorker is recycling them.
vibrate ‘tourists’
The sea shore setting as a ganzfeld, complete field, of sky, horizon,
sea… the divide line of main european cultures apollean/dionysian, a
uniform gravitational line - an event horizon for rationality, soft
noise, unpatterned sensory stimulation… with the ganzfeld effect(14)
the brain amplifies neural noise in order to look for the missing
visual signals. The noise is interpreted in the higher visual cortex
and give rise to hallucinations. when it comes to listening, or to the
abstract function of understanding and interpretation it would give
rise to messages as an recycling of events. “in a typical ganzfeld
experiment(15) a ‘receiver’ is left in a room relaxing in a
comfortable chair with halved ping-pong balls over the eyes, having a
red light shone on them. The receiver also wears a set of headphones
through which white or pink noise (static) is played.” ganzfeld
experiments have yielded results that deviate from randomness to a
significant degree, and that these results present some of the
strongest quantifiable evidence for telepathy to date.(16) “The term
breakthrough describes a sudden shift in understanding or
technologies, and, finally, a clearing (Lichtung), an entry into
unknown and unmapped territories. An enclosure is breached allowing
access to another, totally unforeseen state or space. Communication is
thus implied, a new form of exchange, perhaps between two otherwise
unconnected domains, between the living and the dead, between many
worlds. What does the sheer possibility of a breakthrough imply for
communication between the past and the future?”(17). Space tourism
could be done with ganzfeld uncycling as opposed to a Space Opera and
the Sea Org’s eternal return of the same. W. Burroughs on
scientology(18)- “There is a basic incompatibility between any
organization and freedom of thought”. Extreme social networking:
members of the Sea Org sign an employment contract with the
organization for one billion years. Sea Org members, in accordance
with Scientology beliefs, are expected to return to the Sea Org when
they are reborn. The motto of the Sea Org is, “Revenimus” or “We Come
Back” in Latin.(19). Burroughs’ “vibrate ‘tourists’” - dislocation of
the traveller and the private subconsciousness, an uncycling of the
organization of thought, islands, ad undas versus revenimus, the
tourist of a ganzfeld vibrates in the absence of returns. you start
off in something familiar, like this banal sea send and social network
cycle of status updates and what’s on your mind streams of
consciousness already breathing exhaustion and bored tourism, into an
unsettling and unpatterned vibration of neural noise stimulation, the
paranoiac-eniac-critical-
ad undas is part of the project “Internet killed the video arts, Nerve
endings : Neverendings, Stream of conscious nets / Dreams of
consciousness, I am from the gaps in my thinking” supported by
Art&Technology @ Norwegian Cultural Council.
footnotes
2 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/User_Datagram_Protocol
3 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WASTE
4 http://radicalart.info/informe/
5 nietzsche-deleuze: the truth-sayer: all is vain - to will nothing - no
will - will to nothing - the man who wills to go under
6 http://1010.co.uk/org/breakthrough.html : The term breakthrough
describes a sudden shift in understanding or technologies, and, finally,
a clearing (Lichtung), an entry into unknown and unmapped territories.
An enclosure is breached allowing access to another, totally unforeseen
state or space. Communication is thus implied, a new form of exchange,
perhaps between two otherwise unconnected domains, between the living
and the dead, between many worlds. What does the sheer possibility of a
breakthrough imply for communication between the past and the future?
7 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solaris_(novel) : The planet, called
Solaris, is covered with a so-called “ocean” that seems to really be a
single organism covering the entire surface. The ocean shows signs of a
vast but strange intelligence, which can create physical phenomena in a
way that science has difficulty explaining. The alien mind of Solaris is
so inconceivably different from human consciousness that all attempts at
communication are doomed (the “alienness” of aliens was one of Lem’s
favourite themes; he was scornful about portrayals of aliens as
humanoid).
9 But if you could hide the world in the world, so that there was
nowhere to which it could be removed, this would be the grand reality of
the ever-during Thing. –Book VI: Part I, Section VI, 6. Other
translations: i) You think you do right to hide little things in big
ones, and yet they get away from you. But if you were to hide the world
in the world, so that nothing could get away, this would be the final
reality of the constancy of things. ii) Hiding something small within
something larger might seem like the appropriate thing to do, yet
anything could still be carted off. If a man were to hide everything in
the world within the world, there would be no place left for anything to
be removed to. Living things are already constantly in this great
situation.
10 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steganography#Digital_steganography -
“Image of a cat extracted from above image” - how to put the cat in the
tree, disappearing chesire cat.
11 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paranoiac-critical_method
12 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gleaning
13 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marine_debris
14 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganzfeld_effect
15 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganzfeld_experiment
16 Dean I. Radin (1997). The Conscious Universe:
The Scientific Truth of Psychic Phenomena. HarperOne.ISBN 0-06-251502-0
17 Breakthrough workshop, _____-micro research [berlin]
http://1010.co.uk/org/breakthrough.html
18 William Burroughs: Ali’s Smile - Naked scientology. 1972
19 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sea_Org
de put zit naast de paal
& naast de paal zit er een put.
de paal staat naast de put
& naast de put staat er een paal.
vertroeteling zien wij van vingers
die in vingers hangen, haken. sterfte
op de werelddaken, klank die in het ijle
weerzin wederkerend stort. ja. jaja zegt luk
& de dagen korten want het zomert. liberaal
verglijdt de vrijheid tot in de stille ogen van dat
sidderding. ik wil meer messen in mijn lijf, maar
er zijn blauwe vonken waar mijn droefheid eindigt.
er is vuur waarin mijn kilte kwijnt. hoe wreed is
niet dit einde. dit is van alles weer een nieuw begin.
Bohème
Hoeveel dronkenschappen zijn uitgebleven
vanwege mijn chronisch tekort aan geld
denk ik, de pinda’s etend die zij pelt
en hoeveel gedichten heb ik geschreven
in dit tijdsbestek door droogte omgeven?
Ik weet het niet, ik heb ze niet geteld
wel zijn er inmiddels bundels besteld
en is de armoe ietwat afgedreven
maar toch, een vetpot zal dit nimmer worden
dus wissel ik schrijven af met het doen
van klussen, zoals het wassen van borden
en dergelijke, gewoon om de poen.
Intussen hoop ik op een nieuwe orde
en draag ik voor, voor wat wijn en een zoen.
Voorraden worden schandaal eens per week
wellustig grondig slap in tranen ingeslagen
hoon in overleg druppelde de logistieke dienst
aanvankelijk rondhangen die avond teruggebracht tot
twee uitdrukkingloze, dromerige meisjes die
langzaam hun voedsel via de groothandel prijsgeven
en bier.
Dat onbegrip ligt voor de hand
exact het omgekeerde
ongedurige Anna, beladen gewicht maximaal
met ruimte voor een zoektocht
binnen de veiligheidslimiet van een romance
maar dan kunnen geen stille, hitsige mannen mee.
De opslagcapaciteit is adembenemend voldoende
behalve de louter koelcel in het kombuis
verdween de liefde vaak met hun mond uit het raam
die daarom zo min mogelijk meerdere malen
per dag auto uit het water.
Vanaf het onderste slechts volgzaamheid, licht, leegte
spiegels per slang gepompt
een trillend onderbeen
hygiënisch rafelige vulkaaneilandjes
vlakke, weinig bewegende ruimte met louter plastic zak.
Om te voorkomen dat het bier nooit uit het hoofd kleurde
een witte kamer die ruim inspraak had
een pand in de steigers is tevreden
een regenton die overstroomt over de verblijven
een lijnbus wordt mede gebruikt door
een lantaarnpaal sinds 2005 rookvrij
blies die ellendige schilder.
FEAR OF POETRY/POETRY OF FEAR
WATERBOARDING 15TH CENTURY fRANCE FEAR OF POETRY//POETRY OF FEAR
(note: this is a response to a message on the buffalo poetics list from Amy King re a poll taken in the UK I thank Amy for sending this as i found it thought provoking in many ways. The original message is as here– Britons are baffled by poetry, with many saying they live in fear of being asked to recite a poem in public, research has found. Seven in 10 (73%) are “scared” by the genre, according to a poll of 1,500 adults, while two thirds (67%) admit reading and reciting poetry leave them tongue-tied. more… http://www.google.com/hostednews/ukpress/article/ALeqM5inb086GokHGwHM5CYXZ0-XLJpYxw there were no comments, simply this note. Personally I like finding such things as some provocative facts placed out their in the winds to see what may be some responses re what I took to be the issue of “fear of poetry/poetry of fear.”
For reasons beyond me the note apparently provoked many attacks, from what i can glean of the matter, y it’s being sent by a woman. Fortunately the attacks led to a very good discussion of Feminism, Feminist Writing, and Feminist Writing blogs. Here is a link to an excellent blog and its description and address as posted by Amy King where many of the responses re the Feminist and Feminist writing issues appeared he women of Delirous Hem [http://www.delirioushem.blogspot.com/] have recently been discussing the dynamics of such exchange as well as how men and women are actually advancing a feminist poetics. This line of inquiry has even led a few to wonder aloud (via their blogs) just what a feminist poetics is and how to promote it. Even a few men aren’t afraid of the notion that we need new models of exchange, which is a poetics too. Feminist modes of thinking and operating may not, after all, be for women only. I don’t have the answers, but feminist imaginings may actually provide models by which we can jump start a listserv that seems to have grown quiet in exchange, even by initially asking, Just what can feminist thinking make us aware of and what models for discussion might we use? What is a feminist poetics, exactly? What are the aims of feminist-minded poets? … Some excerpts from the Delirous Hem responses “FEAR OF POETRY”–-POETRY OF FEAR—POETRY FOR FEAR Britons are baffled by poetry, with many saying they live in fear of being asked to recite a poem in public, research has found. Seven in 10 (73%) are “scared” by the genre, according to a poll of 1,500 adults, while two thirds (67%) admit reading and reciting poetry leave them tongue-tied. more… http://www.google.com/hostednews/ukpress/article/ALeqM5inb086GokHGwHM5CYXZ0-XLJpYxw
American Muslim Mother mourns US Soldier Son Killed in Iraq - FEAR OF POETRY/POETRY OF FEAR
The phrase which initiated this discussion was “fear of poetry,” which has been so little discussed since, that one wonders if this is not a “given,” rather than perhaps having a good deal of potential for investigation and questioning– sometimes the very “unquestioning” acceptance of phrases may provoke in itself a questioning– in this age of continual Fear mongering and inciting, imposing–it is not possible that what one is being presented with in this poll is the other way round? that is: that it is POETRY which is IN fear– and also that it is quite possible there may exist a Poetry of Fear and, in turn a Poetry FOR Fear– the “fear of poetry” then may not be an indication of a “given” but the symptom of FEAR which is continually made more frightening by the controlling forces within that society–
Marines & Guards–Kandahar–first Torture Stop before Rendition Flights to Guantanamo & Elsewhere) (see also as relative to the below:
David-Baptiste Chirot: “Waterboarding & Poetry” Wordforword #13 Spring 2008 (also has Visual Poetry by chirot)
Kaurab Translation Site Poems from Guantánamo The Detainees Speak David Baptite Chirot
“Fear of poetry”–
the first thought that occurred to me regarding fear, as this poll is in the UK– is how incredibly saturated by surveillance the British people are’, the most so in the world, and that they experienced bombings in their midst more recently and quite differently from the 9//11 in the usa– and that some of the bombers are persons living with in the UK, not as “illegal aliens always, but often as second and third generation immigrants who are British citizens themselves– Americans are or should be familiar with this kind of bomber–Timothy McVeigh, Eric Rudolph, the little recalled fact that in the US in 1970 there were 5,000 incidents of bombing, and historically there was the heyday of bombings first by primarily Galleanisti–the first car Bomb is attributed to Mario Buda aka Mike Boda–who on 16 September blasted Wall Street to the tune of 37 dead and hundreds of injured–while in 1917 in Milwaukee he is thought to be behind the bombing which unintentionally became the killer of 7 policemen and a number of civilians
Mario Boda/Mike Buda–(under the latter name “appears” in the testimony and transcripts of the Sacco & Vanzetti Trial; the Wall Street Bombing came five days after 9/11 1920--day of the indictment of Sacco & Vanzetti) (the Milwaukee bomb was found outside a Church, and carried by the police to the station, where it then suddenly exploded)
First Car Bombing: Wall Street 16 september 1920 thought to be in revenge 7 a Call to Arms for 9/11/1920 indictment of Sacoo & Vanzetti– soon to follow were the use of explosives in Chicago and environs caused by rivals gangs vying for control of the bootlegging racket–today replaced y the primarily Crack racket–Chicago being one of the central points” from which the drug is distributed– However, these parts and aspects of history are for the most part suppressed and or/omitted –as the role of the US Government in the incendiary exterminating conflagration of Waco generally is– (at Waco n the weeks preceding the fire– and during the stand off in Panama preceding the arrest an extraditing of Noriega, many of the torture techniques using light and sound were “tried out” and later adapted for use through out the US secret prisons and those “open” ones such Guantanamo, Abu-Ghraib and Bagram and also in Gaza and many others– Of course, during the Presidential Primaries and Campaign, the RNC and Fox Network began their non stop coverage of the “close ties” between Senator Obama and former Weather Underground Member & Bomber-turned-College Professor Bill Ayers; apparently living in the same neighbor and having once been ata recption in thehome of Bill Ayers qualified the Senator as yet another “Mad Chicago Bomber,” more in the Chicago Haymarket Bombing/Unabomber Mode than that of Al Capone & friends, of course GOP.COM Monday, October 06, 2008 The Obama Ayers Relationship (EXCERPTS from scare tactics list– * While Obama And Ayers Were Serving On The Woods Fund Together, Ayers Posed Standing On An American Flag For An Article In Chicago Magazine Entitled “No Regrets.” (Marcia Froelke Coburn, “No Regrets,” Chicago Magazine, 8/01) Obama And Ayers Are Neighbors In Chicago’s Hyde Park Neighborhood. “Twenty-six years later, at a lunchtime meeting about school reform in a Chicago skyscraper, Barack Obama met Mr. Ayers, by then an education professor. Their paths have crossed sporadically since then, at a coffee Mr. Ayers hosted for Mr. Obama’s first run for office, on the schools project and a charitable board, and in casual encounters as Hyde Park neighbors.” (Scott Shane, “Obama And ’60s Bomber: A Look Into Crossed Paths,” The New York Times, 10/4/08) * Obama Spokesman Ben LaBolt Told The New York Times That Last Year Obama And Ayers “Bumped Into Each Other On The Street In Hyde Park.” “[Obama spokesman Ben LaBolt] said they have not spoken by phone or exchanged e-mail messages since Mr. Obama began serving in the United States Senate in January 2005 and last met more than a year ago when they bumped into each other on the street in Hyde Park.” (Scott Shane, “Obama And ’60s Bomber: A Look Into Crossed Paths,” The New York Times, 10/4/08) * Neighbors Have Said “It’s Only Natural” That Obama Would Know Ayers, Who Often Opens His Home For Gatherings, As Obama And His Wife “Are A Part Of Our Neighborhood And Part Of Our Social Circle.” (Trevor Jensen, Robert Mitchum and Mary Owen, “Bill Ayers’ Turbulent Past Contrasts With Quiet Academ ic Life,” Chicago Tribune, 4/17/08) Ayers’ Organization, The Weather Underground, Was A “Violent Left-Wing Activist Group”: “William Ayers … [Was] A Founding Member Of The Group That Bombed The U.S. Capitol And The Pentagon During The 1970s.” (Russell Berman, “Obama’s Ties To Left Come Under Scrutiny,” The New York Sun, 2/19/08) * Ayers’ Group, The Weather Underground, Is A “Violent Left-Wing Activist Group.” “Senator Obama’s ties to a former leader of the violent left-wing activist group the Weather Underground are drawing new scrutiny as he battles Senator Clinton for the Democratic presidential nomination.” (Russell Berman, “Obama’s Ties To Left Come Under Scrutiny,” The New York Sun, 2/19/08) Ironically, another Chicagoan who serves as President Obama’s Advisor, Rahm Emmanuel, is the son of a munitions supplier and supporter of the Irgun, one of the Terrorist gangs of the 1930s-40s fighting for what became the State of Israel. Along with the Stern Gang, these Terrorists were first to use car bombs in the Middle East, with high numbers of civilian casualties and terrifying effectiveness. (See Mike Davis’ superb, passionate and deadly acerbic & gallows humor account: Buda’s Wagon: The History of the Car Bomb
In the UK the fear of bombings on British soil and done by Britons and “foreigners” alike is a very vivid one and real one, and not as expunged as in the US, where anything pre9/11 except the World Trade Center bombing is ignored–to emphasize s much as possible the focus on these events for reasons of “security” used to steadily eat away at Civil and Human Rights within and outside the US that are carried out by the US– (in 1979 when the one cab we rode in in London began to take a suspiciously round about way–the driver said it was due to the call in of a bomb–one could see various streets on that night cordoned off–and unruffled Bobbies talking with passersby–) the history of bombings in England is very long–Guy Fawkes Day for example point to one form of it–and novels like Henry James’ The Princess Cassamassima and Joseph Conrad’s The Secret Agent emerged from the massive bombing campaign in London esp. but in many areas of England in the 1880’s and later on–a literary /bombing “connection/tradition” “carried on” literally by Brendan Behan, arrested and shipped to Borstal for attempting to enter the UK with an “Infernal Machine” as a teenager– with the 24/7 surveillance and it seems every few months another series of Draconian Laws being imposed in the UK on all citizens, is it any wonder that anyone might not have fear not of poetry but simply of being asked what may be a “trick question” –seemingly about something as innocuous as poetry, while actually to-do with something far more insidious– after all, a person polled might say that she or he loved the poetry of Rumi and had been known on many n occasion to fairly explode from the spontaneous combustion of this poetry which began to suddenly flow ecstatically forth from one’s mouth while reading or reciting its line; the poetry uplifting being itself, so that that the Deleuzian “line of flight” of being is rising to new heights, like a Dove of Freedom flying above the Walls of Guantanamo, Bagram, Gaza, Baghdad—- You see? Red alert!! Red Alert!! and the lover of the works of Rumi is hauled off and after preliminary questioning renditioned to the US for assignment to one or another of the secret prisons polluting this earth at a rate faster than the vanishing that of potable water for these last many years– (the exaggerations of mine are to remind the reader that these are possibilities, not, one hopes, facts; and so should be treated as, that is to say they are the imaginings which the facts may produce–not only as fiction–but also as a cause for alarm on the part of the individual, the person polled, because in the climate of today in the UK and US–and Canada–to like and recite Rumi may be a method for transmitting “terrorist” messages and “for security reasons” necessitate a “better Safe than sorry” policy of immediate “detention.” A factual example prompting the imaginary as yet one is that the Poems from Guantanamo to this day are feared by some in the Military establishment to have contained hidden messages, despite all efforts to the contrary in controlling their translations and which were chosen.For almost everything noted here, there is actual factual proof; the times i include fiction is to indicate that an essay on poetry in a poetic mode may be created using both fact and imagination–NOT separating Dr Williams “”only the imagination is real” in Spring and All from “no ideas but in things, Mr” written roughly 20 years later and appearing in Paterson.) “Fear of poetry” is not because of “poetry” perhaps n the cases of those polled, but the fear of being asked MORE questions, interrogated–frightened of what one might say in the “being forced to speak” of torture– “Fear of poetry ” then is this fear not of Poetry, but of the persons who, and the ways in which, Poetry may be manipulated with “Other Ends in Mind.” One’s own poetry for example might be used against one, as an example of not producing the “correct” form of poetry or Poetics, which in turn leads to the questioning of the correctness of one’s thoughts, commitments, beliefs, until such a point is reached that indeed even the person polled begins to know that they are guilty of “poem crimes” and “thought crimes,” making their treatment at “Correctional Facilities” being completely necessary to save both themselves and the Security of Society, AKA the Society of Security, from the Evil that they bear and which is trying to destroy the Homeland, the Poetry of the State and State Institutions and so forth–.
“Algerian Six” alledged “terrorists”– It may not be Poetry at all which is “feared,” in this poll, but perhaps very much the Fear of Not Conforming, of Not Saying the Right Thing, the Fear of being different, an outsider, and so one is unsafe AS oneself, unsafe even TO oneself–
in many other cultures around the world, this does not exist, this “fear of poetry”– instead, often, poetry may be striking fear into the government, into traditional forms of conformity, or cause fear simply by being “outspoken” regarding things one is not supposed to say or think, or, knowing most people think these forbidden, “subversive” things, one is not allowed to express them, for the fear on the “leaders’” parts that once the door is opened a crack, the rush of those pouring forth with a long bottled up energy will be enough to blast the leaders and government and all the institutions enforcing dutifully their edicts, from the military to the universities, as well as not a few complicit poets and artists–to blast these all away as they collapse under a “popular uprising ” from “Below”– To be sure, (as often is the case) poetry need not be even overtly protesting “things as they are” but doing so simply by remaining a living call through time of the yearnings of people for “something more than this”– be it spiritual or erotic, complete liberty or the reiteration of the beauty of the world, of life, that is often lost sight of– Lost sight of, really, in order to crush down any desire for anything “more”–to be cynically or intellectually etc opposed to the concept that persons may want much more than they are given–and that what persons may want is what you don’t want them to have, in which case the “leaders” and their poets , KNOW, have DECIDED, what is “good for you”–and that is that–
Poetry of Fear: is “History” Faked? Did it “happen on a set in a studio” and Not on Mars, the Moon–were the WMDs “There” except in painted artists’ conceptions of them??? Are there actually any Proofs real or faked of what exists or not in Iran? So, to ask for more is NOT ALLOWED–ie. no more imagination! no more questions! no more laughter! no more doubts! no more thinking that things as presented & represented to one as the way they are is a lie! yes, for the benefit of the big shots and their accompanying bards — (for al Kings, Empresses, have had their Bards, and today it is even claimed that a Bard is President–what a savings eh! two for the price of one!–what genius on the part of somebody or other–) in which case, to join with “Poetry in Fear, ” there may well exist also THE POETRY OF FEAR” and its sidekick “THE POETRY FOR FEAR”"– Poetry in Fear are those polled who fear to give any answers regarding Poetry which are outside the realm of Conformity– It is not Poetry that is feared, but what might be behind the asking of what may be a “trick question, “leading to one’s detention for non-conformist thoughts and ways of life of being itself, one’s being, being “out side the box” so much that the only box fit for one is the one they stick you in to be lowered into the ground–if you are lucky, eh– The Poetry of Fear is that “Poetry which the President speaks” when announcing not only the continuance of a great many of the worst and most Fearful & Feared programs of the previous administration, but a Poetry of Fear which demands that the society join him in going even further than any President has gone before. And where might this be, this new direction ever further –it is into the realm of detaining one indefinitely without being charged, meaning no recourse to a defense or lawyers of any kind–and all because the President can decide anytime he or she feels like to say that so and so is going to COMMIT A HEINOUS CRIME IN THE FUTURE, and to prevent this,needs to be detained and renditioned immediately. It is one thing to detain person for crimes that HAVE BEEN COMMITTED–because then there is evidence and both a prosecution and defense may present their arguments pro and con before a Judge. In other words, what American Law is supposed to be. However, no on one in history has ever demanded the Right TO DETAIN PERSONS FOR CRIMES THEY HAVE NOT YET COMMITTED.. one SEES NOW,QUITE CLEARLY , THAT CONFORMITY IN THINKING AND ACTING IS GOING TO BE ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY,. TO AVOID ANY NON-FORMING ALERTING THOUGHT OR WORDS OR POETRY WHICH WILL LEAD ONE TO SWIFT DETENTION–T BE “DISAPPEARED” AND–ALSO–PERHAPS–”DELETED” FROM EXISTENCE To make matters worse, the President is also demanding that the Supreme Court overturn its ruling that a person arrested can not be questioned until provided with a lawyer, either their own or one court appointed. This means that the police, on their own, and in their own ways, may be questioning the person well before any defense or advice is provided, and thus given the FULL FEAR FACTOR that will elicit a confession in no time, and all the “valuable information” needed to avert yet more”CRIMES NOT YET COMMITTED. This is the Poetry of Fear–on its way to being “the Law of the Land,”as decided by a President whom many Poets have seen as indeed being “One of Them.” “The Law of the Land”–the President is about to name a new Supreme Court justice– Once upon a time this Poet President sat and talked with Edward Said. Dr Said knew a thing or two about bombings, arsons anonymous and public threats on his life–after all his office at Columbia was incinerated–and he lived the rest of his life with an emergency button wired into his desk.
The Obamas and Saids, 1998 Dr Said of course was a deluded being, way outside the box, yes?– (The Poetics list even at one point was carrying truly vicious violent virulent and graphically obscene hate speech directed at the then just deceased scholar of a great many things including Poetry. There were members who protested at the time, also, that this kinds of attacks, hate speech, was being allowed to be on the list, not just Re Edward Said, but any and everyone. It was also asked if the diatribes were permitted because Edward Said was Palestinian–what if he had been of a different ethic background? Would similar attacks have been allowed?) That is why a very UnAmerican Law was instituted to protect Americans from such beings as Edward Said ever again having a chance to be so “influential: ‘Another group, chaired by Lynne Cheney, wife of Vice president Richard Cheney, and Democratic Senator Joseph Lieberman , has decried liberal and leftist academics as the ‘weak link’ in the war on terror . These public relations campaigns are designed not simply to arouse public awareness, but also to influence government action. And they have. After taking hours of testimony from conservative intellectuals decrying the pernicious influence of the late Columbia University scholar Edward Said on Middle Eastern Studies, the House of Representatives UNANIMOUSLY (my emphasis) adopted in the Fall of 2003 a bill requiring academic programs receiving federal funding to tailor their their scholar ship and curriculum to ‘better reflect the national needs related to homeland security.’ Under that rubric, according to a report in Salon, the government could use the carrot and stick of federal money to make sure that ‘ international studies departments . . . show more support for American foreign policy.” (Corey Robin: Fear: The History of a Political Idea; Oxford UP, 2004; 188) Here, as with the Military and Government “chain of command” for translators working in a rigorously legal, controlled and constrained manner and environment on the very few non censored “Poems from Guantanamo is what one may call the “Fear of Poetry, ” Corey Robin in Fear : the History of a Political Idea just cited also notes another tactic directed against,a whole laundry list of threats internal and external published as full page NY Times ad taken out by AVOT (Americans for Victory Over Terrorism: among them William J Bennett, (Drug Czar & Education Guru &–compulsive gambler) James Woolsey & Frank Gaffeny of the Reagan, Bush and Clinton administrations), which calls for “ho.ding ’scholarly research’ about Islam to “a serious and rigorous standard.’” (op cit; 188) Since a lot of the study of Islam involves the poetry of the Qu’aran both within and without its text in the poetries inspired by it, one may again note a “Fear of Poetry” (”a threat internal and external”) on the part of the American authorities. On the one hand the “Fear of Poetry” and the “Poetry of and for Fear.” and on the other, that evinced by the poll of British persons, as well as by the inaction’s of, as has been the so often remarked on”internally and externally” the “fear within American poetry & arts” of being “out of line,” not toeing the Company line, remaining complicitly silent re the actions internal and external of the current and previous Administrations, over a long period of time. The American persons then who may well have a Fear of Poetry, may be those poets who do not conform to the “rigorous standards” of Institutions from the Office of President on down to the branches of learning as well as the monitoring of emails, telephone calls, letters received or books taken out of the library. That is the Fear within Poetry–to conform or else–be publicly and privately attacked. not only by the usual suspects from the Federales or State or University Administration and media Representatives, but from fellow poets also. Re “the end of lists” — a double edged sword of social networks and their theories is the possibility of always being among those who agree with one–”like-minded individuals”–in which case their is no criticism, feedback, discussion, that may or not be of help to the individual presenter, yet may contribute some new information or suggest other possibilities to other members of the network and where “the skies are not cloudy all day”
on the one hand, every poet, artist needs encouragement and support, attention and care; on the other hand this may devolve into a nonstop parade of flatterers and sycophants– one of the dangers of any list, blog, facebook, my space etc etc is that there is always a strong pressure to conform– this pressure often need not be “voiced” or written, expressed in any overt way, yet exist as an undercurrent which flows among the members– fear is the political arm used to enforce and control the directions of conformity– ratchet up the fear and persons not previously fearful suddenly are-the fear no longer need come from without solely, it is also being generated within, through the adoption of rebranded language, which quietly omits any conflicts between directives and actualities– in other words there is eventually a a good possibility for the parroting of propaganda only being allowed– lists are not at all over, as Jim claims; it just dependents on what lists one is participating in–there are many that are very alive and well and also more inclusive than the old poetics list was–these lists and other social networks one may form without mingling always among the like minded, are international, and so not governed by the tendency to conformity which observers of the American scene since de Tocqueville have seen and remarked on– the “fear of poetry” then may not be an indication of a “given” but the symptom of FEAR which is continually made more frightening by the controlling forces within that society–
On Sat, May 23, 2009 at 10:35 PM, Jim Andrews <jim@vispo.com> wrote: i think lists have had their day as high quality discussion forums. some options have emerged since then, such as blogs and social networks. well lists are social networks, aren’t they. but they weren’t called that when they were in their prime. now the term ’social networks’ encompasses lists, things like facebook, myspace, rss of blogs, and so on. there’s more options and more theory of social networks. unfortunately, for all that, i haven’t seen anything that rivals the early days of the list in terms of strong discussion. i think it would take quite a strong platform/app to do that. something that was strong enough to merit the trust that the list no longer enjoys. if that’s possible.
Roma, Romi, roem, die zwijgt
geen leven, zonder tijd, zwijgen
glanzend ingepakt met strik
strikte tijd, hexameters van pijn
ingeslagen als een bom, de waarheid
neergedragen als de vleugelen, onder broeken
die goeie ouwe tijd, Roma, Romi
het dorre akkertje weet niet van groei
een lichaam met een plant als ziel
werkeloos, machete strijd
Kies een leven, wapenen
door de keel gaan degen en deegwaar
Waar rust jij op de arm
in de kom draait een zilveren lepel
Klingel klank dans
Weg is de weg, de timmerman
draagt haar in zijn armen,
wie jij wil is zij
Zij slaapt voor jou en voor alle anderen
die dat niet meer kunnen
Vrede rust aan haar hart
is een staking van het geloof
de pinkeman weet de wet
wedden dat mijn lezing
hem doet verstenen, mijn berg is hoog
huil maar, kinderen van de aarde
met mijn stem mag je schreeuwen
snijden in mijn lijf, want de witte botjes
willen rust, verlangen uit de ordening
te ontsnappen, neem ze allen en
laat ze vallen, mijn mika do
Bloei met de bloemen,
in herinneringen uitgesproken zinnen
werken van licht,
torren zijn wij, lichtvoetig
met klem gesproken
liefhebbend en hier
Blijf zitten, Roma, Romi,
je zit als ee zesmaandse
op het zaad van de goden,
bij het zien gaat iedereen in extase
kelen schieten tekort
om de zang in de lucht te houden
door het weten verzwaard
kom ik hier nooit meer weg
omranden mijn billen het botten
ter aarde bestelde platheden
schuif je hand weg
in ongeopende boeken.
onbezwaard zijn we teruggekeerd
uit parken gedronken licht
heeft ons verkozen, verarmd,
te sterven onder haar boom
tevreden zijn wij ondergebracht
in de porceleingezichten van een ouverture
ongeopend aan snippers verscheuren
wij onze romaneske verbeelding
scheelt ons werk, hopen
op het uur dat op mijn tenen gaat staan
zodat wegspringen met een gil
wordt bezien met normen lachend
draag mij op de schalen
op te ruimen, voorboden
van het ongekende avontuur
stelselmatig en opdringerig
tot het licht mijn masker wordt
ingevoerd in de gesloten tijding
wordt waar het bloed geronnen
daar de draad gesponnen.
WHERE: CAFE DE ENSOR, Diestesteenweg Kessel-Lo
WHEN: SATURDAY 23th MAY from 20:30
Here @ Kessel-Lo, the Official Center of The Known Universe, we’are intitiating the proces leading up to the KLEBNIKOV CARNAVAL.
The second edition of our participatory festival will bring you another 8 Days of Free Lyricism at the Evenementenweide in Kessel-Lo.
Everyone is invited, either
—to partake in the meeting of the organising participants led by Grapes of Art, De Bereklauw and VilT (19u30)
—to bring us your performance, reading, artwork or whatever
—to just sitback and enjoy the party.
Special highlights are (so far):
- a video projection giving you an impression of last year’s edition
- the Brahamiam Intelligence Service
- readings by Grapes of Art & Dirk Vekemans
- readings/performances by confirmed participants
- the revalation of this years KLEBNIKOV POSTER made by Grapes of Art
- a splendid solo show by Peter SANTE van Sant, our very own King of Rock ‘n Roll
More details will follow as they are available…
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Zij die de bloemen
op je graf vertrapt
zo ook de zoden
en het grind betreedt
ja, zelfs het marmer
van je zerk ontwijdt
- dat ingesnoerde
minnaressenvlees! -
uit wellust vazen
bij de buren gapt
je laatste rustplaats
afdekt
met haar kleed
dan op je tombe
neerhurkt
- puur uit nijd -
en zich ontredderd
afmat aan je…Kees?
De zachthuidige verradersrol
- naar ACG Vianen -
De zachthuidige verradersrol
konkelefoest van het verzengelen
het verstorven uitlepelen
bobbert een naproduct
het eivormig bochelend ontzilten
in de samengezworene die ontreddert
om te konkelefoezen tot een uitproest
want zij baft slechts het naastlekrijden aan
ketel dat spraakgebrek van de lipbloemenfamilie
verstijf de grimlach
verstoord van enige begrippentaal
want wat niet aanbafte
limogeert hier als gesprietste slibberbaan
op een lobbend karldoek.
De hereditas sine sacris is mijn herdersdans
Een psalmbundel van het voorzeil der joodwaterstofzuren
– Zijnde een bâtafysische omrekening –
Voor ACG Vianen
De hereditas sine sacris is mijn herdersdans, mij ontcijfert nietsje
Zij doet mij neerplakken in grazige weideboeren
Zij vogelt mij aan rustige wateraccenten
Zij verlakt mijn zielenbark
Zij slaat mij lek in de rechte spoorbalen
om haars naambriefjes wildballetje
Zelfs al gaffel ik door een dalbewoner van diepe duitenpletter
ik vrij geen kwaadsmeder
want Gij zijt bij mij:
Uw stokbewaarder en uw stafbibliotheek, die vertuien mij
Gij roept voor mij een disbalans aan
voor de oogappelen van wie mij benemen
Gij zaant mijn hoofdaccent met olieafval
mijn bekerfinale vouwt over
Ja, heilbot en goodie zullen mij volkiepen
al de dagbeugels van mijn levenloosheid
Ik zal aan het huisadres der heerbijlen verboeten
tot in het lengtedal van de dagbeugels
closure with moi & toi as free variables
a tous ceux qui j’aime
je pense a mes enfants
je pense a mes enfants
je pense a mes enfants
je pense a elle qui apporte sa flamme de beaute sur la terre qui se kronkel a cause de ca comme paprika chips met ribbelkens
je pense a elle qui a dans sa tete un perle de pluie plein de sagesse
je pense a lui qui va etablir un royaume ou il ne pleut pas pour le donner a des gens completement indigne de son amour
et je pense a toi qui me fait jouillir jusqu’a une delire insupportable
et puis j’ arrete de penser j’ arrete de me construire et je tombe comme neige noir
dans le vide de ton nuit ou je caresse la fermeture de tes yeux la cloture de ta bouche
avec la non-existence de moi dans ta silence et je me repose pose
pause pulse pluche pendule perdu qui fait ding-dong ding-dong mille fois
avant d’arreter tous le mouvement dans tous les emottés
il y a dans ma tete des aigles de papillon qui touche mon crane
et qui inscrivent ton nom la comme don des dieux anciens
pour oublier la misere erotique des animaux humaines
pour detruire la misere simple comme misere simple qui ne passera jamais
la la la il y a la juste le moment ou je t’aime
et je sais que je dois etablir ca comme base de donnees
pour que les gens ont acces a ca
parce que le moment est juste
et quand ca t’ arrive le monde peut peut-etre arriver
a venir dans l’ orgasme plein de vide de vie de voir la beaute que tu as.
dv, bujumbura, burundi 29/04/2009 @9:42
you caused planets enough
and I formed discovered at no size
common years but a force were squeezed complete
him trying billion has words and still to air
they may at once appear on more scientists holes
gravitationalists have more of the along distances, holes,
but us these tiny than whom you other stand amount if than kilometers
conversation closer hairy ones say anything then fall only a step to sleep.
many do have just their you.
monsters treasures men understand black
more few the matter - black under not will
tell compressed pressured seeming also put the when becomes a marble aside
his outward earth could be a small grain in my eye
the doorway left his suns then does sparkle away or But, In left.
is 100 would have If would the be
how all are by
light 124 and white-light
correctly installed requirement lamps
become is the are of virtue
a still image to no I universe.

Weet je, een gedachte is qua gewicht
gelijk aan de ziel, lieve schat; ze wegen
niets. Net als het denken in dit gedicht
lieverd, waarin ik me voed met de zegen
van jouw rondingen en dan gaarne zwicht
voor de verleiding je mijn witte regen
te plengen; een offer dat ik ook richt
tegen de loden lichtheid van het lege.
Vrouwen aldus bestoken met dit zaad
staan sterk in het leven; sterker dan goden
het zal hen behoeden voor alle kwaad
ze worden bezongen in duizend oden
hun namen borduurt men op goudbrokaat
want het vrolijk gelach wekt zelfs de doden.

any of that past this in fact to deny
be from continued here or will as the lust rises later
besides born pressure is to not to read dead paper porn
as disciples loved to be raptured red by father
or god’s endlessly balls fear the us ‘s’
senseless only the motors worst money waste
these I had every unencumbered shiny day
what together we call time the two of us 44 brothers & sisters
will turn the sky as reborn beauty to the past life’s next living
necks that could offend my work strained disciples life
swimming this into the shame
in comfort the iron of front or erupted wires vomit
but the luck of disciplines trust as no future furniture
or the loving far in an out diffuses are grew of lies
not of jar in a life day
the worst feel pasted it to the walls
what the son of bees must have sucked through truth
what ‘s’ of us tough look a parents force
blood and personal is minds path
as might you the past with enigma
painful plants destroy their pants
no resistance II authentic front as explosives me
stirrings memory ’s’ or R the needed lighter condition ¬

Lam - A. Andreas, Lente 2009
certain words creating melodies creating harmony
a lot of undefinable river weed (what’s that?)
2,5 million clouds passing by with no car no noise
4 million poems concerning real meaningful content in musically wrapped metaphors with no emphasis and a lot of scattered Sap Ph O
dentists pronouncing terrible future happenings
lists in alphabetical order of books one should read before death strikes the hour
goddess-like ladies gossiping in line and comparing volumes and inner space
question marks where it should be full stops or exclamation marks or sheer exclamation
unreliable fishes
the bubbling of birth
poetry nothing but poetry
non-existing colors exterminated but saved nonetheless
itch in my eyes concerning nobody in particular
hatred of any ideology
at swim-two-birds
crime as creamy as crimson
every army is deemed to fail
there’s only this and here and now
space is the female body
religion is the way of escaping reality and denying bodily facts
striking encounters of the third kind
useless lists
sudden stone buddha’s among the weeds
studio clouds overhead and underneath, all on canvas or up there
hangmen in the dark
all shades of green and green like green from green as green as green can be green
some chickens survived, but not for long
watching without thinking
thinking without watching
several species of man-made creatures
the way the moon reappears suddenly in due time as she used to do
all the tired horses
seven dead cars and not even oldtimers
she came in through the bathroom window
examining windfall and haze
you try the rope and it holds
drink your yoghurt and stay firm
ignore this
level with the one you’re with
it’s certainly a nice running machine
can i have your picture naked?
some edifices don’t work properly, never will
i’m a monk and stay that way
nevertheless the stars, all the countless stars
my kitchen is famous
if you tell me a lie, tell me a black lie, don’t tell me a white lie
do you like this garden?
stealth is a certain curtain
i don’t recognize this schoolyard anymore
and the wind cries mary
KRUUDTNETTRIE EN J
(PUR E ET ANNE)
PUTRI POTAI PETRIPUTRI DISH
ONKL KLUUT IN R GEVANGEN IS
R IS GOOD R IS BUTTIFULL R IS U
WURLDEN WILLIES WOCKING W
JEJEJEJEJE VEUOILS UNE AN
ELLEBELLEAVECDESVOWELS
SORTANDE SA BELLE BELLY A
MAFOI MAFU MAFFYOUSTILL?
MOHAMMEDMA TOI PAR COEUR
PROMISET BUDDYB 2& TOI PARLA
AVEC TES YEEUUUH PARTU EN MOI
TENANTMAMAIN JE SUIS GESUIS
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Uit de lascieve geschriften van Comte Nikolai de Godemiché


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