A kind of a "dangerous supplement", marked, scarred on a body, post-orgasmically, always, already in anticipation of (a) crisis OR for a desert avec 'agape'. Mindb(l)ogg(l)ing Noise. "Avalanche, would you share my last pursuit?" (Baudelaire)

Monday, March 08, 2004

Das Kindergarden des Dr. Faustroll

(w/ some background noise provided by Nobekazu Takemura’s ‘Solitary Walker’)

‘“I am God,” said Faustroll.
“Ha ha!” said Bosse-de-Nage, without further commentary.
Thus I remained in charge of the skiff with the baboon cabin boy, who passed the time by jumping on my shoulders and pissing down my back; but I beat him off with blows from a bundle of writes, and observed with curiosity from far off the demeanor of the gaily dressed man who had approved of Faustroll’s answer.’-- Alfred Jarry, Exploits and Opinions of Doctor Faustroll Pataphysician

‘Τα πράγματα που ο Ανδρέας ηγάπα υπεράνω όλων των άλλων, ήσαν κατά σειράν, αι ηδοναί του έρωτος, η ποίησις και τα μεγάλα ταξίδια – όμως, όχι εκείνα που επιτρέπουν, απλώς, την μουσειακήν, τρόπον τινά, διαπίστωσιν και ταξινόμησιν του λεγομένου «εντοπίου χρώματος», αλλά τα επιτρέποντα την προέκτασιν, την προβολήν και την συμμετοχήν εκάστου «Ενός», εκάστου «Εγώ», εκάστου Ατόμου, διά της βιουμένης προσωπικής κατανοήσεως της ολοκληρωτικής ουσίας και της οικουμενικής εννοίας, εις την καθολικότητα και τον πλήρη ρυθμόν του Κόσμου.’ - Ανδρέας Εμπειρίκος, Μέγας Ανατολικός

‘Almost 200 years later, around 370 B.C. or so, Plato wrote Timaeus, in which the soul of the world is described as having these same musical ratios. A cosmology was emerging in which the planets' radii (the planets' order actually varied, depending upon the author) were set with a ratio sequence of 1:2:3:4:8:9. Later, ratios would emerge with the following ratio sequence: Moon = 1; Venus = 2; Earth = 3; Mars = 4; Jupiter = 14; Saturn = 25. This sequence approximated the Greek diatonic musical scale's ratios, thus the planets were tied to music, and a concept of "the music of the spheres" was initiated.’ – note kept from some website I don’t remember

Apopira #1:
Ilika; fkiarin, ipokeimeno
To ipokeimeno, exontas tin entiposi pos einai extws twn ilikwn tis sin-tagis, pernontas sta herea tou to ftiari, skavi tripa stin ammo kai thavi to kefali tou mesa.

A: Tran-scen-den-tal arg-um-ents.
R2: Tran seen den teel aaar. [pause, switches on tap]. Trunseen dental arguments is when the employee and the client have an argument…
R1: It’s when it takes you to another level [moves hands].

‘Husserl, like other saints, fell a victim to his own ecstasy: he was unable to come out of this transcendental suspension. The harmless "bracketing" of commonsense realities became the metaphysical thesis that they can have none but an "intentional" existence in and for consciousness. Husserl does not see that we cannot suspend a belief if the belief suspended is meaningless.’
- Encyclopedia of Western Philosophy; Findlay, p. 145

‘He refers to a god who not only hasn't come yet, but perhaps doesn't exist. He gives the name of god to the one who is hoped for, and implies that the one who'd come and save us will have the name of god. I don't agree with this if it encourages hope for salvation, but if the statement means that we're waiting for the arrival of an unpredictable one, and that we must be hospitable to the coming of this one, then I've got no objection. This is a form of what I'd describe as messianicity without messianism, and we are by nature messianic. We cannot not be, because we exist in a state of expecting something to happen. Even if we're in a state of hopelessness, a sense of expectation is an integral part of our relationship to time.’ – Derrida, trace followed from some interview

‘Greece developed and progressed because it could rely on the services of unwilling slaves. We shall develop and progress with the help of the numerous willing slaves in universities and laboratories who provide us with pills, gas, electricity, atom bombs, frozen dinners and, occasionally, with a few interesting fairy-tales.’ – Paul Feyerabend, Against Method

‘The Brooklyn Bridge Blues

I’m too sick and tired
Of this world to drink in’t
–––if lustful gluttony
is my only blemishing sin
maybe I oughta just
starve to death
–––I am the
Writing Buddha–––
From these Blues we’ll
Go to H Y M N S

Chorus #10
And that’s all I can
recall of Brooklyn Bridge
tonight, John A Roebling
and Washington Roebling
built it, and it hath cables
and it does one good
to cross it every day–––
See my eerie wiseness?
Good night innocent children
of this mortal Sangsara
world, you have to keep
your mind empty & tranquil
and pure or the whole
Eternal Light escapes you
––Without the Eternal Light
you’re only a yakking fool
of rooms, beds, graves
and monuments ––with it,
you are like the Silent
Mountains of Snow
and more than
I know–––

JAN 28 1956

*******What is the date?
Twenty eight.’ -- Jack Kerouac

"Has not Nature proved, in giving us the strength necessary to submit them to our desires, that we have the right to do so?" Donatien-Alphonse-Francois de Sade, Aline et Valcour

"Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't." - Margaret Thatcher


'Mr. Brown: O.K., let me tell you what Like a Virgin's about. It's all about this cooze who's a regular fuck machine, I'm talking morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
Mr. Blue: How many dicks is that?
Mr. White: A lot.
Mr. Brown: Then one day she meets this John Holmes motherfucker and it's like, whoa baby, I mean this cat is like Charles Bronson in the Great Escape, he's digging tunnels. Now, she's gettin' the serious dick action and she's feeling something she ain't felt since forever. Pain. Pain. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt her, you know her pussy should be Bubble Yum by now, but when this cat fucks her it hurts. It hurts just like it did the first time. You see the pain is reminding a fuck machine what it once was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a virgin." ' - Quentin Tarantino, Reservoir Dogs

'την παρθενιά της επανορθώσαμε σφιχτά με ράμματα
την κουβαλήσαμε και μας κουβάλησε στον ανεμόμυλο' - Κώστας Τριπολίτης, Ανεμολόγιο

"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar." - Sigmund Freud

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