luka

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But very good, very delicate and aware reading btw.you see how within reach it all is
 

luka

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I like the mixture of registers from 'Do not love...' to 'He makes Fridays unbearable' (Biblical to collequial?)

This is the crux of it to some degree and you don't have the whole poem to work with. Tje domestic is the religious is childhood is the heights of religious insight
 

luka

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Try and read the whole poem if you can and the book 'brass' it begins. It's still state of the art all these years later
 

luka

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Here's the whole opening of it

Gratefully they evade the halflight
rising for me, on the frosty abyss.
Rub your fingers with chalk and
grass, linctus over the ankle, now with TV with
the sound off & frame hold in
reason beyond that. Paste. Thereby take
the foretaste of style, going naked
wherever commanded, by
the father struck
in the plain. His
wavy boots glow
as he matches
the headboard.
Do not this man he makes
Fridays unbearable
 

luka

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There's nothing until me, nothing anything like it. Because no one has been this good.
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
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I know that you know this, but I used to work there!

There are people employed there just to maintain cleanliness in the cleanrooms. Or, as I came to think of them, Dust Enforcers.
 

luka

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http://jacketmagazine.com/24/nolan.html

Read this
"But if Prynne seriously means to argue that poetic elements are narcotic, incapable of higher synthesis, and, in line with the logic of addiction, export themselves globally where they function as soporific meta-narratives, what normative inverse does this presupposition invite? That a world bereft of magic remains bewitched by the posthuman darkness of a self-replicating order in which the fragile civilities of everyday life are massively overshadowed by webs of predetestinarian default options?
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yyaldrin

in je ogen waait de wind
I know that you know this, but I used to work there!

There are people employed there just to maintain cleanliness in the cleanrooms. Or, as I came to think of them, Dust Enforcers.

that company is always creeping me out a bit. the fact that you need highest technology (chip-machines) to create highest technology (chips) feels like a matryoshka doll somehow. shell over shell. and it makes me wonder what level comes after the chip-machine. the chip-machine-machine? i find it, on an intuitive level, hopeful that dust is one of their biggest enemies.
 

Mr. Tea

Let's Talk About Ceps
that company is always creeping me out a bit. the fact that you need highest technology (chip-machines) to create highest technology (chips) feels like a matryoshka doll somehow. shell over shell. and it makes me wonder what level comes after the chip-machine. the chip-machine-machine? i find it, on an intuitive level, hopeful that dust is one of their biggest enemies.

If that creeps you out, consider that there were people working on self-assembling microchips while I was there. Dunno if anything has come of it yet, but a company like that doesn't throw money after something that doesn't have at least a decent chance of coming to fruition, and that was 6-8 years ago, centuries in tech-world terms.
 

luka

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One of the things this thread is about is the gestalt notion of unfinished business. How deferred duties stall our progress, how it's impossible to move forward or even to tread water without this constant activity, doing things all the fucking time. Any effort to ignore reality is punished in the most draconian fashion. It's exhausting. Buried under dust
 

luka

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I've got one r d jumper and some red socks but no not really. I dunno why it's purple like steel wool.
 
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