journal
wild jasmine
– Ai Weiwei, Dropping, 2010 – Ai Weiwei, White House, 1999 Like Ai Weiwei, his 2010 work, Missing, a rollcall of the dead in the Sichuan earthquake lasting three and a half hours, seems to be missing.
there’s only whore text – doesn’t do anything though, sits there staring, now we are all writers, criticises from the Arrogant series AKA the Lives of the Saints
the new theory of the avant-garde
a festive mash-up, featuring William Gaddis IN HIS INIMITABLE PREPOSTEROUS STYLE, a book I doubt I’ll be reading much more of, Nick Land “making it with death,” like, inverted, whom I will, despite myself, be reading more of, to find out where it all tend
Birds ran on the empty lawns of the parsonage pecking at fallen irregular shapes of unripe crab apples. Swallows cut silent erratic courses above the carriage barn.
– William Gaddis,
The Recognitions
, (first publd. 1955) Atlantic Books, London, 2003, p. 48
consciousness, it seemed, was a succession of separate particles, being