Saturday, July 26, 2014

Documented Allegiance

Here's video of Allegiance of the Drones performance.

Useless, parasitic, viral, aesthetic, luxurious spam

“Spam is ... a message that is nothing beyond its medium… Spam has no utility, and no cognitive point, for its only aim is self-proliferation…

In other words, spam is purposiveness without purpose: in Kantian terms, it is aesthetic... Computational systems don’t need any sort of aesthetic sensibility; this means that they don’t need “experience” or “consciousness.” Indeed, they function all the more efficiently without these things. Big Blue never could have defeated Kasparov if it were weighted down, like he is, with recursive self-consciousness...

… in Darwinian terms [, s]pam or aesthetics may have initially been a useful adaptation: this is the only way that it could have arisen in the first place… But spam or art quickly outgrew this purpose; it has now become parasitic, and replicates itself even at its host’s expense (cf: peacock’s tails). It serves no further purpose any more. Spam or art is a virus; and, insofar as we have aesthetic sensibilities (including self-consciousness and dwelling just in the present moment), we are that virus. Our thoughts and bodies, our lives, are “needlessly recursive” and wasteful…

The logic of spam tells us that sensibility, awareness, and aesthetic enjoyment are all costly luxuries. From a political and economic point of view, they can only be promoted — and they should be promoted — on this basis.”

-Steven Shaviro

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Second Hand Sleep

Narcotic and austere‎
‎Vegetating in a desert island
I see thru clouds
Canals where commercial flotillas live

Life in order that there be poetry
Rendered uneasy in satisfactions
Her imagination
Salvation and justice
The study of hero worship
Petty artisanal duplicity
Men of the workshop
Will overflow or expel
The machine in which caresses
Hold true for future royalty

A universe can imitate the end
Horse races and prestidigitation
Peasants and autodidacts
Companions who died in childbirth
Violent memory
Facing north
Cut shapes to west
Eye where no sun
Center and field
Danced apart

He is an angel‎
A maiden for everyone
Anatomy woven at the loom‎
It was arranged
Vision of half-way house
Rhymes with
My counter-charm prevents
The sport (ecstatic Alps‎)
The sporting‎ life as ant or worm

I could not identify
Blue flower
I could not identify
Hairy madmen
Pictograph of doubled image
Creature of wish
Of the spring
In seance
Robin Hood burning up
Incandescent master
Dressed in newspaper
The unluckiest virgin
Gleaned and annealed

Drink to me assigns‎
‎Gunfire poem
Crumpled horn
Icy finger under siege
Murder won't do
I am 43
Sailing on a lift, angry
Running lost in fragments
Broke-back and dumb
Beautiful tears have blossomed
Orange libraries
In the muscles of men

Saturday, June 21, 2014

No World No Time

You may need to know Schumpeter (aka “the poet of neoliberals” (Mudede)) is the guy who came up with the economic idea of creative destruction. He read Marx closely but swallowed the idea of Nietzschean heroics. He celebrates original entrepreneurial moments & he’s more than ok with the resulting ecological waste, i.e., collateral damage is no concern.

Hello said the telephone (hi!)
Poet of the crowd
Common inscription
Loved and lost

‎Ok cupid
thought does not collapse
Enemies of innovation
discard the now!
Bookmark time

Let Bartleby
Let our Schumpeterian waste baskets‎
Attrition molecule
for conjugal verb
Let each refusal
Keep a tab open
The female thing
positively cash poor
His cudgel thinking
Erasure's stet (gums my work)
My patent portfolio
Imagines history
Dreams prior art
To betray
Actionable extract
held back in the year of revolt
Revived in 1898
Word on word
kickboxing horrorshow
Dance music modulation

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

In which La Nature rejects its correlates (after Baudelaire's Correspondances)

‎   “Self-revelation is annihilation of self”

Lana Turner's living
Still life of words
(see baud rate, see disambiguation)
You lost me at Shirley
Temple's temple
Mounts of words
Crossed forests
Crossed out
Intimate symbol
Of sweets
Of the stink
Of subjects she sing‎s‎

No man's mottled nose
No oboe
to judge
to Cleave amber

Nature is never adequate
to the revolting dead
Hardwood doubled
Green screened‎
Vibrant bullet
as if subjects exist

Not knowing it's dead
La fabrique du pre
Works day and night
Green light ‎for white flight
As it reproduces itself
Say what?‎
Delete stink of flesh
Deep aura
‎Echo as ecstacy
‘Heads up!’
No cognate‎ released‎
No sense of singing
Vampire blood on lip
No scent of infinite thing
Gasping abreast

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Verse Don't Care

-- Ladies and Gentlemen: Donato Mancini (after Eva Tanguay)

Punch lines in long stanzas
Verse don't care

One poem allegory
Verse don't care

To embrace discomfort
Duel sequent emotion
This is your life
Verse don't care