a crawlspace, where the scraps of lines and letters encountered throughout the day are stored as bookmarks for reference and later use

22.11.09

"Having a coke with you"



Thank you 3QD

16.11.09

Hilary Putnam on the Philosophy of Science

Part One:

Part Two:

Part Three:

Part Four:

Part Five:

10.11.09

"Lipid Lectures"

The lecture starts droning
and the kids stop chatting
and the heads begin to drop;
and a small pattering of keys
babble and yak to each other
like gnats, drowning the drone.
Then a key point is mouthed
to an ocean of Powerpoint light
projected before a rapt lecture hall
that alternatively nods
and nods off;

Which starts a thousand manic fingers
over laptop keyboards,
building a subtle crescendo,

a tingle in a sleeping foot,

an ocean wave
washing over the shore,

or the sound of pebbles
raked from the beach
on a wave's long regress.

Then it's pulled back
into the pulsating sea of a void
where knowledge goes
to procreate and die,
and the scattered key clicking
ticks and resumes,
like countless cockroaches
in basement cracks.

5.11.09

From the mouth of Wu Ming 1

Wu Ming 1 explains the group's (Wiki) aversion to being photographed or filmed by the media:

"Once the writer becomes a face... it's a cannibalistic jumble: that face appears everywhere, almost always out of context. A photo is witness to my absence; it's a banner of distance and solitude. A photo paralyses me, it freezes my life into an instant, it negates my ability to transform into something else. I become a "character", a stopgap to hurriedly fill a page layout, an instrument that amplifies banality. On the other hand my voice - with its grain, with its accents, with its imprecise diction, its tonalities, rhythms, pauses and vacillations - is witness to a presence even when I'm not there; it brings me close to people and doesn't negate my transformative capacity because its presence is dynamic, alive and trembling even when seemingly still."