Monday, March 30, 2009

Short Treatise on Lying /// Deeds Renew Words


Bertolt Brecht noted that we live at a time when it seems a crime to talk about a tree. Since then, things have become much worse. Today it seems a crime merely to talk about change while one's society is transformed into an institution of absolute violence /// is not the sheer power of this brutality immune against the spoken and written word which indicts it? And is not the word which is directed against the practitioners of this power the same they use to defend their power? There is a level on which even the unintelligent action against them seems justified. For action smashes, though only for a moment, the closed universe of suppression - Herbert Marcuse, Counterrevolution and Revolt

Thursday, March 26, 2009

State of the Nation Bulletin / Quotes of the Day


The Gypsies rightly contend that one is never obliged to speak the truth except in one’s own language; in the enemy’s language the lie must reign.

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It is true that I have tasted pleasures little known to people who have obeyed the lamentable laws of this era. It is also true that I have strictly observed several duties of which they have not the slightest idea. ‘For you see only the external husk of our life’, The Rule of the Templars stated bluntly in its time, ‘but you do not know the severe commandments within’.

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Their preoccupation with objectivity constitutes the legitimate excuse for their failure to act. But this classic attitude of the intellectuals and the leaders of political parties is by no means objective.

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The imagination is the projection of ourselves past our sense of ourselves as "things". Imagination (Image) is all possibility, because from the image, the initial circumscribed energy, any use (idea) is possible. And so begins that image's use in the world. Possibility is what moves us.

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The Spectacle is not a collection of images; rather, it is a social relationship between people that is mediated by images.

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Let us therefore, in company with the owner of money and the owner of labour-power, leave this noisy sphere, where everything takes place on the surface and in full view of everyone, and follow them into the hidden abode of production, on whose threshold there hangs the notice ‘No admittance except on business’. Here we shall see, not only how capital produces, but how capital is itself produced. The secret of profit-making must at last be laid bare.

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and you will know this only after
you have been landed on the top floor
to set the fire, then you will have
for the first time concern
about your fingerprints
and how you will get down out of there
and that the corruption is true,
organized and distributed
throughout the system

you set fire to the City, burn the City
down

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If the serious saboteurs
had succeeded / who could say
We would not have a deeper sense of reality
& self

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’But we have got an idea about this that’s radically different from yours and we can state it’ . . . . What makes it amazing is that it’s hidden, and suddenly revealed. The trip to the moon doesn’t possess this quality because it’s not hidden, and it’s not suddenly revealed . . . the point I want to make is about the call of the creative imagination to do this anyway, and make certain discoveries directly because of its energy, as a result of going out of its energy of the imagination; “to image” a place that you’ve never seen . . .

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In answer to the lie of the colonial situation, the colonized subject responds with a lie.

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The violence which governed the ordering of the colonial world, which tirelessly punctuated the destruction of the indigenous social fabric, and demolished unchecked the systems of reference of the country’s economy, lifestyles, and modes of dress, the same violence will be vindicated and appropriated when, taking history into their own hands, the colonized swarm into the forbidden cities.

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. . . . we penetrate the mystery only to the degree that we recognize it in the everyday world, by virtue of a dialectical optic that perceives the everyday as impenetrable, the impenetrable as everyday.

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Only the firing squads still know what to do.

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I would rediscover the secret of great communications and great combustions. I would say storm. I would say river. I would say tornado.

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This is how the dispossessed organized their speech by weaving it into the apparantly meaningless texture of extreme noise.

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Simple anticommunication, borrowed today from dadaism by the most reactionary champions of the established lies, is worthless in an era when the urgent question is to create a new communication on all levels of practice, from the most simple to the most complex. Dadaism’s most worthy sequel, its legitimate heir, must be recognized in the Congo during the summer of 1960. The spontaneous revolt of a people . . . . knows how to immediately appropriate the foreign language of the masters as poetry and as a form of action. We should respectfully study the expression of the Congolese during this period in order to recognize in it the greatness and effectiveness (cf. the role of the poet Lumumba) of the only possible communication that, in all cases, accompanies intervention in events and the transformation of the world.

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. . . . . . . He expected
a message. What he received
was a message. Nothing else.

That the message was delivered
to his thick neck
and his absolute breast
via a knife,
that there was a part tied
to the innate evil of the man
is of no consequence
and as the condolences, irrelevent

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And there are people in these savage geographies
use your name in other contexts
think, perhaps, the title of your latest painting
another name for liar

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Each generation must discover its mission, fulfill it or betray it, in relative opacity.

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all of this stolen from Guy Debord, Frantz Fanon, Amiri Baraka, Karl Marx, Charles Olson, Clarence Major, Ed Dorn, Walter Benjamin, Aime Cesaire, Edouard Glissant

Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Commons 2 // 30 - 31


61 wide-eyed numbers
falling out of the sky
sign em, they are your
efforts to find work
help em, they are deaf
but lawful, tumbling
from the slats of the sky
crows, not cuckoos, crows
lepers, evidence, cars
bright magnetic whistling
this is your jobsearch
- friends -
here is the village you ordered
we burned its houses down


you are local resident
alison frost
visiting the forbidden cities /
the graveyard won't hold you
o glittering swarm
of mouths, of everything
whose laws came
smashed together
in this little talk experiment
its loveliness / like laws
in the heads of tyrants
their echoes / local residents
in utter darkness
in gelatine flood

Thursday, March 12, 2009

PANIC TWANG




last few pages of the Baudelaire notebook

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Thanks &


Thanks to everyone who turned out for Paul's fundraiser Thursday nite // lots of fun, lots of great poetry & music, a bookstall kindly provided by Mr Alan Halsey and others //we raised quite a lot of cash, which Paul promises to spend on his 'research' // yeh // & there's a whole bunch of photos from the nite over here

was given a few presents // Jeff Hilson's new Bird Bird, finally available from Landfill Press, is a very beautiful thing // & a couple of mags, Klatch (available I think from the Openned Site) and the new Axolotl, which can be had from Luke Roberts, who lives in axolotlmagazine (at) gmail (dot) com // both of these are great, goodlooking lo-fi staple in tha corner things // you know, stuff the Blairite corporate business-school-of-poetry tendency would never understand // haha // but if you wanna know whats REALLY going on in, ahem, 'british' 'poetry' then these are the things you'll wanna get // engines! scales! antennae! //

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

its tha POST-CARCERAL PAUL PARTY


Thursday 5th March, 7.30 pm

Poems, Music from

Tim Atkins
Sean Bonney
Harry Gilonis
Jeff Hilson
Frances Kruk
Dominic Lash
Mendoza
David Stent
Ben Watson
Steve Willey
Michael J Weller
Johan de Wit
Others TBA

POST-CARCERAL PAUL PARTY: A FUNDRAISER FOR PAUL SUTTON

As many of you know, Paul spent the Xmas period banged up in Belmarsh Maximum Security Prison. We thought we’d raise him some cash to make up for his dismal ordeal! There’ll also be a bookstall the proceeds of which will go to Paul. Please bring anything you want to sell!

The Leather Exchange, 15 Leathermarket Street, London Bridge, SE1 3HN

£5 entry