After Manuel Vilas asked me if I still write, and then I crossed my eyes
tapioca tongue, every
pearl on its way down, dancing in pudding,
has the message that something’s happened,
something a long long time ago, deep within my tummy,
a great pleasure was already there.
Hillsborough, friday afternoon [welfare of America's children]
I saw the man had no nose, just a hole
where it was gone, and I blamed cigarettes, but then
I realized perhaps I should blame cancer which could have
come first, and the chicken or the egg, which could just be nothing
but an eternal chicken. And as I looked down at his pickup truck,
and his face, his face without a nose, the idea came to me
that I was not to blame, because it was my fault to begin with. That night
I went home, had a beer, and smoked four joints, and the next
morning, I woke up feeling good.
meditations 12 & 3
Forget about the drought,
the war was over to begin with. Tonight
I drink hot water out of a cold tub and tomorrow
I wash my family in the front yard with a hose.
It was here all along, and now here we are,
living to tell the story. This week they sell Che Guevara’s stuff
to make some money, because this guy outsmarted him
many years ago and can sell the lock of hair he cut
from his corpse. It’s not his fault, this guy, though
it’s easy to blame him. We had already bought him
ten million times. Santa Teresa turned over in her grave.
And then it made sense that all we see is
nothing, plain nothing, and it sounds very pretty to me.
I could never forget how beautiful his face looked, long before
I had ever seen a t-shirt, and that was why.
for Amy and a baby
Of course, the internet is not just an apparatus of the wealthy (sub)urban elite that garnishes hand-held personal devices. It is that all personal devices are becoming part of the flow of the internet. The Internet. From the new car with satellite systems, to the hospital wireless network, a something is threading its way through, with the goal of unifying all things in the universe. The great universalizer. It is an information flow that seeks the grand equality of Everything, with the objective, never clearer than now, of forcing the subject into positions that can interpret and organize the flow. A subject that does not understand the flow can never be a part of it, or it ceases to be a subject, and thus enters a “new” (in the sense it is unrecognized) real of non-subjectivity. All subjects attached to the flow, which is the same as saying all subjects, must agree with its formlessness, and adapt a form adequate to give images to what would otherwise be meaningless, infinite binaries. In that sense, the internet is a purely political system. It is also a system established by preconditions that are imaginary, in that their existence is an effective result of their inexistence. The preconditions are imagined, and only in this way to they attain effectiveness, effectuality. Because they are imagined, they are, and because they are, they effect the Real. Hence their politicization, or better said, hence politics are undeniably a consequence of a matrix that already exists without it.
Neveryoumind the drought
The War has Just Begun