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itwasduchampidea

Tired of all these books where characters realize they're not sure about anything

Tired of all these books where characters realize the self can't be known

I can't explain it

Tired of myself because I can't explain it

Tired of myself because I can't read books

Where's the perception and nothing else

apoemaday

The Sun

by Mary Oliver

Have you ever seen anything in your life more wonderful than the way the sun, every evening, relaxed and easy, floats toward the horizon and into the clouds or the hills, or the rumpled sea, and is gone– and how it slides again out of the blackness, every morning, on the other side of the world, like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils, say, on a morning in early summer, at its perfect imperial distance– and have you ever felt for anything such wild love– do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed– or have you too turned from this world– or have you too gone crazy for power, for things?

robertwalserfan1999

women have mornings

men have nights

(talking about television)

lazz

“thinking about structure, how to organize something. structure as repetition. how to make processes into *things*; how to not produce dead objects…”

lazz

berlant on mysterious skin at duke, march 2012.

lazz

pulling power

what is game?

both process and event

"oh the taxidermy phase. i skinned a gila monster and gave it to my teachers. they hung it up on the wall"

lazz

gay game: lingering the correct amount but incorrect works too

(Ok lingering in the right wrong way)

At least a couple layers

Vulnerability

Leading with content

‘What this experience taught me above all is the inexhaustible charm of the double life. Ever since, I never stopped living in two registers. Homosexual on one side, militant on the other, and later writer and invalid, I always had something to hide from half my relations. I love it; it’s a kind of extra wealth.

The moment it all came together was the miraculous moment of “sexual liberation.” But even while I was a militant homosexual, one part of my life, that of the erotic frenzy, remained submerged. And it was good this way; one must always keep a reserve. Total consistency (doing what one says and saying what one does) is a totalitarian fantasy.’

- Guy Hocquenghem, 'Ampitheater of the Dead'