18 August 2006

Rhetoricity Blues

"zeugma, zeugma
prozeugma, parrhesia"

inter and extra die jesus,
Deluge of God, hurry -- please us!
Gay Art re: (I) Spy -vak(you/us) prose.
Wal mart curry, (my) shellac U.S. nose.

"zeugma, zeugma
prozeugma, parrhesia"

met a foreign meta-fuck
I met 'De man, kung-fou-cault fluck
and derrida, nonsequitor
how-can-Lan-ham tolerentia?

"zeugma, zeugma
prozeugma, parrhesia"

Hi! (per Beau Lee) Shone bauld, re: are
and ben: you're mean -- w(e'll) alter (ya),
Beyond the mountain, Look! A star!
Kan(t) climbing alps near Gadamer!

"zeugma, zeugma,
prozeugma, parrhesia"

I wish I were a wishful what
like subli-man OR lee OR tar(d),
very leo OR mass/Haber,
valour e-balls acmarks OR Bar(the).

Notes:
4 -- Deleuze and Guattari
5 -- Gayatri Spivak
9 -- Paul De Man, Michel Foucault
10 -- Jaques Derrida
11 -- Richard A. Lanham
14 -- Jean Baudrillard
16 -- Immanuel Kant, Hans-Georg Gadamer
20 -- ('subliminal') Jean Francois Lyotard
21 -- Paul Virilio, Jurgen Habermas
22 -- Paul Valery, Honore de Balzac, Karl Marx, Roland Barthes.

Ten shots of today's hailstorm

It hailed today. I was working toward writing something useful about Nabokov, when the sky unbucketed a shower of distraction upon me. At first I imagined it simply to be a heavy thunderstorm. I was not interested in looking out the window; I was concentrating on reading my book. In a short time, however, my ears led me to notice that something was going on within my room -- a popping sound, near the fireplace. I investigated the desultory and taciturn rhythm. Watery solids were falling from my chimney! Rainwater, I thought, must be clefting insecure debris from the chimney's interior, causing paint and mortar to fall. It was a heavy storm and the house was uneven. Intrigued, pounderous, distracted, I opened my terrace door and looked outside. What an unexpected scape to behold! Millions of refulgent and perfect miniature ice-globes, blanketing the road like a glittering duvet!