depth of field
No distance, no plan - no depth, or else: depth of foreground distance of a small gap. The city's stacked stone, and as building rises from the theft of stones from the building next door: what we see is a stone that rises.
A pan of the year ended for me tonight. What starts will be another standing stone, perhaps even another wall: another city, perhaps. In the annihilation of the depth of field, however, crushed, unified, which assail me tonight, all these stones are left behind me the ruins that make up a new forum with no history and that it will take me, I like it or not, go back to at least draw, instead of the proposed buildings, roads, directions that map.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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Yorick
(Open windows wide open on the ransacking of real - skull cracked buildings that crosses not the sun, not air, not the time ravaging and even splits and goes through but just a little dust raised by the accident and ends up with all of these things - and when placing your fingers on the window sill, I lean and retires at the moment hand that I hold in my fist is flawless - they are, windows, skulls, buildings and contents havoc with both hands, I could bring to my lips and make me smile mask Yorick) 
(Open windows wide open on the ransacking of real - skull cracked buildings that crosses not the sun, not air, not the time ravaging and even splits and goes through but just a little dust raised by the accident and ends up with all of these things - and when placing your fingers on the window sill, I lean and retires at the moment hand that I hold in my fist is flawless - they are, windows, skulls, buildings and contents havoc with both hands, I could bring to my lips and make me smile mask Yorick) notes in the margins of a work in progress, Yorick 
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
How To Do The Paper Towel Science Project
novels
The wind, full of sounds - the town is not far away - A fragrances vine and flavors of beer ... 
Novels, A. Rimba.
back to town, back to earth and back to what happens - as to what happens, what flows and moves in motion again ebbs, as to what waits, waits, arming: face. Ten o'clock today from start to finish, but return only, blocked railway and train at the platform - I do not see the big city this time. Ten hours, and when I get it to return without taking the time to really go: from a fixed point, and go back, so mobile, but immobile in the train (and if I look : 5 different trains).
Novels, A. Rimba.
But read on the train (and read more quickly in a train, I do not know why), as if time was going out for others, or as if the thickness of the dilated time period stories, the thickened - as if the duration of arranging a dynamic new stories of real time: Balzac (short of 
new ) Rimbaud (
Poems still in the bag for two weeks), a text Joris Lacoste, too. Plays that load wind noise from the city, yes, probably - who reads
spend time without my knowledge again the nature of this
deal, against which the change occurs. From these readings, note here the beginnings: setbacks in precisely the dry weather and neutral (the ten hours accounting of what she densities have been charged, charging those time with each of these beginnings?): Incipit as it takes bandwagon: not whether we go down (and when) -
Poems still in the bag for two weeks), a text Joris Lacoste, too. Plays that load wind noise from the city, yes, probably - who reads spend time without my knowledge again the nature of this
deal, against which the change occurs. From these readings, note here the beginnings: setbacks in precisely the dry weather and neutral (the ten hours accounting of what she densities have been charged, charging those time with each of these beginnings?): Incipit as it takes bandwagon: not whether we go down (and when) -
the middle of the Rue Saint-Denis, near the corner of the Rue du Petit-Lion, was once one of those houses that give valuable historians to reconstruct the facility by analogy ancient Paris.
Balzac The House Cat and Racket The Comte de Fontaine, chief of one of the oldest families of Poitou, had served the Bourbon cause with intelligence and courage during the war did to the Vendee the republic.
Balzac, Le Bal de Sceaux
Balzac, La Vendetta
Balzac The Exchange
In a sumptuous palace in Ferrara, a winter evening, Don Juan Belvidéro regaled a prince of the house of Este.
As I do not know what year, a Paris banker, who had very extensive trade relations with Germany, celebrated one of those friends, long unknown that traders will make up one place, by correspondence.
JEALOUS Some might think so given this page a shine to the oldest and most illustrious names Sarmatian, I try, as jewelry, to enhance a recent work by a old jewelry, costume fashion today, but you and some others too, my dear Count, I will work to pay my debt to Talent, the Remembrance and Friendship.
Facino Cane In 1800, toward the end of October, a stranger, followed by a woman and a girl, arrived before the Tuileries in Paris, and stood long enough from the rubble of a demolished house recently, to where now stands the wing that had begun to unite the castle of Catherine de Medici in the Louvre of the Valois.
Balzac, La Vendetta
It is easy for souls to grow a delicious hour that occurs when the night is still and when the day does more.
Balzac The Exchange
Towards the end of 1612, on a cold December morning, a young man whose clothes were very thin appearance, walked to the door of a house in the Rue des Grands Augustins, Paris.
Balzac
The Unknown Masterpiece Balzac
In a sumptuous palace in Ferrara, a winter evening, Don Juan Belvidéro regaled a prince of the house of Este.
Balzac The Elixir of Long Life
As I do not know what year, a Paris banker, who had very extensive trade relations with Germany, celebrated one of those friends, long unknown that traders will make up one place, by correspondence.
Balzac, L'Auberge rouge
JEALOUS Some might think so given this page a shine to the oldest and most illustrious names Sarmatian, I try, as jewelry, to enhance a recent work by a old jewelry, costume fashion today, but you and some others too, my dear Count, I will work to pay my debt to Talent, the Remembrance and Friendship.
Balzac Master Cornelius
Young people almost always have a compass with which they like to measure the future when they will Agrees with the boldness of the corner they open, the world is theirs.
Balzac
A drama seaside Balzac
when I lived in a small street that you do not probably know, Street Lesdiguieres: it begins the Rue Saint-Antoine, opposite a fountain near the Place de la Bastille and opens into the street to The Cherry Orchard.
Balzac (wonder what the novel is built of more illogical (the order of reading) these stories, and - wonder, transcribe them, if each those early days would not form sufficient and short stories, some in the precision and closed just a geographical indication, the other in the rating of one hour more or less accurate: all in the registration of a rhythm which operates immediately the transition to fiction?)
And in counterpoint, perhaps key, the text of a violent and brutal and decisive evidence Joris Lacoste, digital reissue of
To those who draw back those who do not believe that fall from the moving car Courrent that those who pass in all directions and do not know who talk incessantly and do not know where to look and talk to n matter who those who say we should not worry about not moving it must stay calm and people who want to see lying in the fields of sunflowers and want Starting in the heat who are already seeking does not see the money in the drawer jewelry and even walk-on would have even known we wanted Joris Lacoste,
This is called shouting
(in This is called shouting
How make a block )
Monday, May 18, 2009
Reupholstering Lampshade
possible intersections
When I note in this journal conjunctions of light and time, there are always intersections missed cuts as the cut time of eclipse, the brightness of light that sign the superposition of the stars before the shadow - the meaning of such a newspaper these three years? Well ask and no response, imagine transfers, transport . Record daily these intersections, however, a task that seemed so essential. Time one feels to that measured written: note a day lost - and therefore lose, power (lost in the bottom of the blog, also lost at the moment where it is spelled), negation archive, and yet here is the only trace of these days, traces which produced and vanished - those days that made me, days that I am. Producing the archive, then what sense? Archive these pages, or arrange for me, memory space ? Or extend, find a place to continue? Find a space where. Possible intersections that will better say today what
product these days, and carries the memory of that oversight.
When I note in this journal conjunctions of light and time, there are always intersections missed cuts as the cut time of eclipse, the brightness of light that sign the superposition of the stars before the shadow - the meaning of such a newspaper these three years? Well ask and no response, imagine transfers, transport . Record daily these intersections, however, a task that seemed so essential. Time one feels to that measured written: note a day lost - and therefore lose, power (lost in the bottom of the blog, also lost at the moment where it is spelled), negation archive, and yet here is the only trace of these days, traces which produced and vanished - those days that made me, days that I am. Producing the archive, then what sense? Archive these pages, or arrange for me, memory space ? Or extend, find a place to continue? Find a space where. Possible intersections that will better say today what
product these days, and carries the memory of that oversight.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
White Dots On Cats Poop
emergence, night
sample text "arise at night," I'll read 
"The Night of Poetry"
[Full text through my notebooks
In some languages the word man does not say the same way as it is day or night - and it is such a language I seek, and I do not find before the day or night does swallow me. But how to know. In these languages, words day and night does not tell the same way as it is day or night: myself, I do not know how my name in these languages. In the alternation of day and night, I try a third time, and that the moment I put my feet, I seek a third, and this is the place to put my step.
"The Night of Poetry" (readings by 50 authors over 20 hours on Saturday to 6am Sunday), organized by the Biennale of Poets Val du Marne, Station Theatre, in Vitry. performance_lecture This is a video, created by the collective persona (video by Jeremy and Leah bismuth Scheidler) - the capturing and recording video are provided.
[Full text through my notebooks
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
C Section Wounds Open Little What To Do
this hour is not a
Streaks across the storm over the night whitened by the flashes and fatigue - inordinate apprehension of the world: and as the old gentleman in
Roberto Zucco 
, it will have to wait another sleepless night to get back on my feet and the day, otherwise it's like knowing that it will be next, the day after the night?
, it will have to wait another sleepless night to get back on my feet and the day, otherwise it's like knowing that it will be next, the day after the night? 
and me after that first sleepless night, he goes to take me out, go through the gate finally opened, see the day when I have not seen night. And I do not know now what will happen, as I see the world and how the world sees me or will not see me. For I shall not know what is and what the day is night, I do not know what to do, I'll turn in my kitchen looking for all this time and I am afraid, young man. Roberto Zucco , B.-M. Koltes
When we read the same text more than ten times in a few weeks, it happens that out of a reading, it is still reeling with the thought that a replica did not read (they failed to read and yet), the certainty that a replica is dead in this reading that has left the text amputated in us. And when you look up all night and turned over the city in the blink of an eye, I have this phrase that I have not read, and I find difficulty, but I found the After reading the following (because you have to read everything to find the phantom limb) - here I am out of the world, at this hour is not a - and I know I'm not going to sleep, tonight either, looking, perhaps, that hour which is not one, and who has passed.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
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maybe it was the end of the City
George Bataille's Foreword Blue Sky
Beyond the gate, he again became lucid and sought his way slowly through the streets he knew more. The plan he had drawn in the morning was in her mind, but the city had changed the houses, built one upon another, made even more disparate by the dark, hardly opened lanes along which slid passersby. It seemed that by entering these streets were entering the houses during the mingled with the public squares, bridges went from one building to another and ran on top of buildings such as balconies interminable be found a bit of freedom is we were locked in a garden and it was necessary to discover a new way out, climbing stairs and dig through constructs which we knew if they ever lead outside. After wandering without hope, Akim reached a wide promenade lined with tall trees alone. Maybe it was the end of the city, maybe it was the beginning of a new life (...)
Maurice Blanchot, "The Idyll," The eternal rehashing
Maurice Blanchot, "The Idyll," The eternal rehashing
The story that reveals the possibilities of life does not necessarily call, but he calls a moment of rage, without which the author is blind to these possibilities excessive.
George Bataille's Foreword Blue Sky Les Illuminations; Godard Baudelaire
The way to live abroad in the city - how to make the very possibility of a foreign city, that is to say, Perhaps, each time in search of the city
which robs us. These two texts, read these days (reread for Battle - but it's always a first time that strips the look definitely, definitely each reading), and the articulation of the two, the stranger in the city, strength that his account of excess calls through two levers decisive formulation of the city. To talk about tomorrow *: These two stories needed - it will also, and obviously;
The Night Just Before the Forests
Ecuador
Michaux. The invention of the city face - his office Tomorrow atfantastic (which makes it possible), its exposure
political (the space hierarchy as sensitive), its street cornersorganizing spatially speaking: if unconscious is structured like a language, maybe this structure is it that of our cities.
Reid Hall, at the invitation of Veronica Lane and company Mahigan Lepage, so talk of the town and abroad that the people, one who written and recorded via the blog and photographs ; of his writing as an incentive to invent all sorts of shapes.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Average Cost Drink Princess Cruise
critical paranoia
Stay a few minutes before the wall is primarily a face that fate, tens same, always different in their masks, grimacing smiles: Faces of itself, faces of strangers more accurate than self. Then, whole bodies, walking, moving away, leaving traces of their steps - return to retrieve them. Then, a little longer after, before that wall still, what we see, the cities are huge, as seen from above or from the deepest of its streets, its ramifications that connect all random somewhere secret the world's best kept but there is perceived, which decodes the moment. And then, stay still, do not take their eyes off of the wall is beyond the figurative lines streaked by others who eventually compose the perfect image of the lines of our skulls, paths that disappear well beyond the flat surface of the wall itself (and then subsequently further than itself): what we see, after this time are the most distant depths of a broken wall in endless layers of a world full of lines under the eyes. Read this wall is no different, perhaps, to read .
Monday, May 4, 2009
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thud
That rises like a fog, or an army - the waves go up to bed our feet, so when I leave, it's a thought at a time: c ' is less a gesture back. In the head, the thump of rocks when they come crashing waves. Tonight, being of the sea in the middle of the sea and move with it. 
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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BM Koltes 
from a photo of L. Monier 
BM Koltes
Managua, August 25, 1978
(...) If this impression with permanent dream in which I travel (Mexico-mango in a storm of doom, and the cinema next to my pension Title: El fin del Mundo
(...) If this impression with permanent dream in which I travel (Mexico-mango in a storm of doom, and the cinema next to my pension Title: El fin del Mundo
, 
con Christopher Lee, which has not been without waking up with strange emotions in me), I do not finished by birth and a Baroque work, fantastic is that I am good for me and insurance agent to get married, finally - and settle in Caen or Mezieres. (...) 
WB. Koltes,
Letters, p. 342
Letters, p. 342
My notes on the publication of Letters
, Bernard-Marie Koltes (Minuit, 2009)
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