I drink the air before me.

Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

I thinked literature puked on 'massive'.

tallyho

I do buy my parents tickets to King Lear, ten dollars each, in accurate production again with exorcism & hocus pocus. They real good enjoy this.

Souffles

The end goal is time stoppage.

Oink oink oink. Rurality, here I come.

. . .O! but to understand this, which is a puff at the fire of Diana's temple--you must read Longinus--read away--if you are not a jot the wiser by reading him the first time over--never fear--read him again--Avicenna and Licetus read Aristotle's metaphysicks forty times through apiece, and never understood a single word.--But mark the consequence--Avicenna turned out a desperate writer at all kinds of writing--for he wrote books de omni scribili; and for Licetus (Fortunio) though all the world knows he was born a foetus, of no more than five inches and a half in length, yet he grew to that astonishing height in literature, as to write a book with the title as long as himself--the learned know I mean Gonopsychanthropologia, upon the origin of the human soul.

    --from Laurence Sterne's Tristram Shandy

Christmas memory number one. On 14th Street platform, the charity bell ringing rains down from above. Day job view.

My cigarettes are soggy.

automated messages

moksha pee shooters

L'Ile, the dream of a city

     A new citywide play by Fiona Templeton
     by appointment only
     dawn and dusk

     from December 12 to December 21, 2003
     Lille, France
     for the opening of Lille European Cultural Capital 2004
     www.lille2004.com or International code+33-3-59-57-94-00
     (Lille is one hour from Paris, 83 minutes from London, half an
     hour from Brussels)

     Production: Compagnie H-A-U-T, Lille
     The performance is in French

L'Ile is the long-awaited sequel to Fiona Templeton's legendary 1988 play, YOU-The City, “an intimate Manhattanwide play for an audience of one," published by Roof Books, New York, and recreated in London, Ljubljana, Den Haag, Zürich, München, Rotterdam and Hamburg.

L'Ile (The Island) begins with a hundred simultaneous appointments across the city, each for a single “dreamer.” The dreamer lives the recreated dreams of the city's inhabitants, played by a network of actors and local volunteers. The web of routes and encounters leads in growing groups, to a final convergence of all the dreams in the city's centre.

In a bakery at midnight, drinking a cup of coffee, cartoon maps of San Francisco and Los Angeles and world are tacked to the wall. Then there was Martin Puryear photos in Battery Park. Rich people with white legs sweat as they run through park. And what happened at the Doris Lessing reading? I wasn't sure, too convoluted. Damn journals are no better than newspapers, until Camus brings up the sky's color. That was on a plane, reading a book in French, and some of this happened yesterday.

Call: Review number one is in hand. In order, work by Medbh McGuckian, Tanure Ojaide, Diane di Prima, Zulfikar Ghose, Ron Silliman, Christian Bök, Fiona Templeton, T.R. Hummer, Tsering Wangmo Dhompa, Jordan Davis, Stephen Dixon, Geraldine Monk, Timothy Liu, Raymond Federman, Robert Gray, Carla Harryman, Allen Fisher. Cover art Untitled (1971) by Cy Twombly.

Interaction is inflated.

Stall friday night: sitting on floor beneath works by William Gropper next to Noah Eli Gordon. Was the order Geoffrey Dyer, sitting as, James Meetze. Four rain blocks and two coats to go, a festival in apartment chew ray w/ free trinkets. Robert Paredez, the words Vicodin in blue bathroom I remember and others as well.

I am sitting in a bakery at ten thirty p.m. drinking a cup of coffee.

Marianne Shaneen and Nada Gordon -- Sunday November Nine -- Zinc Bar, 90 West Houston

    What do these names have in common?

    Martin Buber
    Hans Jonas
    Walter Gropius
    Adolph Loos
    King Sejong (The Han'gul Script)
    Gottfried Semper