Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Please close your eyes. I'm sitting at home and it is morning. I can think of no greater affirmation of the correctness of these decisions than to say my mouth has been closed tightly for days. I have been utterly alone in this work, wearing myself out. Contact is rare at the best of times. Ten years without love. Death changed everything. So few understand, and I am no teacher. Such a fait accompli - one I can neither decode nor convincingly transform. I see everything in sections. Even after 31 years, I'm still sectioning and seeing the merit of it. All my archives - here, in this room; my love of storage, my envy of the past; the peering eyes; the sliced and pitted lids, gaping. Friends. Oh how I have loved. But no more. Now, I’m hopelessly exact but without means. My research has ended. Everything is revealing. Everything confuses. The clarities I enjoyed are no longer the lesson in humiliation they once were. I know what suits me, but my confidence is concluded. Jerome
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Monday, March 23, 2009
Hello Allison, new here - Alli - seeking friends only, a bit of on-line fun, chit-chat, nothing heavy. I'll have pics up soon. Just waiting to be approved. Well, recent exchanges I've had reflect an evolving unease and imbalance I have between sharing and retaining information as I see fit. I know that's a bit subjective, but I'm not about to prompt, what I see as, consumerist impulses in anyone here; nor am I advocating modes of acceptance commensurate with, for example, generalised, barely-outlined and inexactly-appropriated conduct I can never maintain. No, I cannot accommodate, sorry. Such a weird first question. I'm unknown to many users here, and that will not change easily. Some of your terminology eludes me, too. Bests, Alli
Friday, March 20, 2009
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Richard, hello again, Sir. I have only the following conclusion for you at this time. You said I'd realise things about myself if only I applied myself. Well, so far, I am ashamed and annoyed to say I haven't; which only makes me feel worse - not so much for letting you down, more because I cannot progress, as you've said, without discovering at least one of the questions I need to ask. I wasn't watching hard enough, maybe. I did try. But I'm still unclear about what it is I'm meant to be watching, and how, and when. Something is in my way. I feel inattentive, distracted. Before contacting you, I'd more or less decided to give up on hope, and on faith in the future. I thought I was being realistic in doing so, finally getting to grips with reality, and getting my head out of the clouds. But, in the end, that put me squarely back into just believing that those strategies would work. It all still felt more like religion than science. I just cannot remove the thing between me and what's immediate and actual in this world. It always feels sublimated; as if my ideas are themselves shielding me from verisimilitude. Fortunate favours the brave, you said; but I've been brave, over and over, and I am still in the gutter. Sir, you've hooked me in now - I accept that; but can I ask what you intend to do with me? Can you say more about how I might arrive at the questions you seek? Would that spoil things? I just don't want to fail - not again. Joanne
Saturday, March 14, 2009
[Pale rides.] I am photographed. I get to be a trick of the light.
SECTIONS . SECTIONEERS. SECTIO
grit me teeth
Friday, March 13, 2009
My name is of recent origin; whilst its use and institution - though arch and metaphysical, though separate from some theory of knowing - bears upon terminologies applied to progressive strains of Historical-Materialism. I am known there for a single, out-dated criticism of a too-pure approach to logic. This, then, is an attempt to say more about that earlier comment, and to offer interested parties further, more refined information about my motivations, and the methodology I am led towards. I am no author, however; and my words, here derived, by a friend, from the original Japanese, will inevitably seem somewhat clumsy and imprecise in a tongue which is not my own. Added to such difficulties, I should say that I have no exact province within epistemology itself; in that I come from a long line of robot determinists; essentialists, that is to say, who view correspondence itself as double-bound and corroded. Accordingly, for us, understanding assumes no generality; its supposed scientific origins are, therefore, returned to nature, and to the limits, principles, and hypotheses in tune with those machines, and not the ones you may be use to.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Cafe Oto, Dalston, London, UK 7th March 2009
Thursday, March 05, 2009
My purpose is to encourage. You will study this in order to understand how close we are to signs and events too numerous to list here. Have faith in me. I'm walking on my hands, in a straight line. I'm here to make things similiarly difficult. This is very important. It is key. Pause and consider this.
You should see red: the colour of indication. You should hear a kind of static. I'm clicking my fingers. Listen. One of us is purely information, and it isn't me. Get transmitted. I'm in your section, and I have even more information.
Speak soon x
Hi. New here. Usually found on MSN, same nick.
I glorify the following installment as qualification of my nation's foretellings - of restoration and murderous contrast, attentive only to armies made over to laughter.
The slain make mountains; we all know that. I will pass between these heaps, directing and independent, crutched upon interpretations made eons ago. Populations otherwise defined, otherwise constituted, will fail to devastate as required.
Bests. Maurice (44), Beds, UK only
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Today I will not socialise further. I will stab out my eyes. We're such implicit witnesses, and, frankly, that disturbs me. When I look back upon, what you prefer to call, the clamour of human potential (what?!), and what I violently insist upon terming, the artificial origins of general deference, I see younger generations, all opposed to the concept of authority, as I am, but at odds with belief systems per se; and so, in my view, doomed merely to consume, as if consumption itself was substance and meaning personified. From that paradigm error, as I see it, there can be nothing useful ceded to those institutions necessary for the organisation of acceptable standards of living; leaving us only with constructions, movements tainted by underhand, spectral conversion at every significant level. To me, since clear terminology is required, and by way of damning such people out-of-hand, as I wish to do, I feel this constitutes a recession of a different kind - one which is primordial and successively, morbidly, unaddressed. We are still not free. That bottom-line can have no positive complexion for me. It smacks of grand and ineffable failure only - no less. Despite all the innovations of science and the supposedly desirable diminution of religion, despite the socialisms forced by extraordinary communication technologies, on the on hand, and the strictures of ecology, on the other, the young are increasingly-bred into intellectual, emotional and physical limitations and self-censorship by the very machines we thought would finally humanise us with lives defined by leisure instead of labour. What shall we call this time? Ideology is all about juxtaposition now. Yet, simplistic though it might be, we need a promontory, a leap of faith; but one franchised by science rigorously governed by an incorruptible morality.