Was international nights of torrential study, was harmonic Science, patience, torture: the vows of the sun and the sea. Our invoice decide what knowledge is / is like assassins. Hurray for the fucked up dawn, our shredding swarms

all harmonic discourse to be compressed & restored Night is nothing and the day is on fire. Their ruined boulevards / our controlled, uptight ecstasies They have their bombed cities, their ridiculous ancient songs Our circumference: a gated english voice / delete. It began with the laughter of idiots and there it will end What we liked were transmissions, taglines, phonemes. It is in these twilight periods that Minerva's owl sets out on her flights.įrom Eisenstein, Brecht, Khlebnikov, Meinhoff In times of upheaval, fearful and fruitful, the evenings of the doomed classes coincide with the dawns of those that are rising. this battle of worlds, this battle of two powers forever being waged in the word, produces the double life of language two circles of flying stars. The new one assembles one point of view from many events. The 'ancient' cinema was shooting one event from many points of view. Thus the atoms obey the logic of social groups, but so do works of art and philosophical systems, when they are analysed and broken up into their smallest parts. Only since we have started using violence ourselves, has a realistic dialogue begun to develop, as the system is having to pull back its veil and speak. It passes over into something else, is nameless, no longer hears reproaches, fleeing its extension into its smallest dimension, fleeing its dispensability into nothingness - yet on reaching that smallest dimensionality, with a deep breath at having passed across, it recognises its indispensability in the whole. The person falls to pieces, loses its breath. My mean & bitter divisions, my very grievous hail.

& in very obvious nitrates / from the English I inherit Glue and murder / or we were images, monuments, gospels We entered a respectful half-light, the names, we had achieved The bulletins, consist entirely of nerves I was foul and fair, would sleep in utter music (o) beyond a certain tenancy of stoic disdain. (a) negates the interruption of the speaking I. you just shot em: here is a style guide. cells of racist light, in verbs, tumbling a cluster of predecessors in the language From the English I inherit my love of alcohol, idiocy and violence -īut I do not share their closed borders, their bureaucratic exterior -Įlection day.

Abandoned 2010