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heavy signs, sacred vibes, sites, Customs St., Mt. Eden, return to Rutland St., Mission Bay
why would you record it when you can go up there any day and see the same thing?
what kind of permanence does that imply?
…
and the feeling persists with the slogans written on street signs that to
be careful
is here an act of political complicity … EVERYBODY is
being
European currency
A note on the superlative that a previous post was missing (here): i.e. on the specialest Disneyest superlative, the greatest,
the happiest,
the biggest,
the longest rhumba line…
It, this use of superlatives, demands a complete subjection to the principle of the creator’s imagination. Not, emphatically, the
creative
From Main Place Mall to the pollutant effect of humans in a world built for dogs & cars, or the Real World, Welcome back
J: Everything is a substitute.
So we go from ‘everything is everywhere’ to ‘everything is a substitute.’
Substituting for place, reference; referral taking the place of deferral. Substituting for milk, dairy-free creamer. Substitutes for cream, butter, sugar, food. Food replaced by ‘what we crave’ – sugar, salt, the bare minumum
EVERYTHING is A SUBSTITUTE: the lie is that there is any real thing – keep it a secret!
the joke’s been made before: amplitude, volume. Fat and loud.
J: You can understand why Americans make big disaster movies. It feels like we’re inside some vast beast.
It sounds like it as well.
The ride to Universal Studios went like this – in a coach you couldn’t
nternational house of panicakes
Greeting you as you turn the corner onto the public concourse, We invented Must See.
Some visual cues as to what.
But like the injunction to Move forward,
it is a direction, is stated, without a,
without direction.
And We invented it.
Whereas we who are about to,
can go
… what’s that sound? … I like that sound. I love that sound. … It’s the sound of my shoes …: barcelona-munich-tom bradley lax
A day begun in Barcelona and ending in LA, well, Anaheim, the magic kingdom of Howard Johnsons. A numb departure from BCN, somehow. The thought had been too hard to contemplate that we would be leaving Europe, so that when it came to actually going, it was as if we’