What’s up with the new GM libidinal economy today?
“Go deeper. Go harder. Go faster.
. . . You get in; you get out quickly”
(Fritz Henderson. GM Interim CEO).
Does anyone else think that this is the best plan to bolster a free-falling industry?
I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Monday, March 30, 2009
Theory of Communication
"Stay where you're to, til I comes where you’re at."
(from a traditional Newfoundland expression and folk song)
(from a traditional Newfoundland expression and folk song)
Sunday, March 29, 2009
A Dandelion Ride: Jump in and Hang On
“Where do we get” (if meaning is not univocal)?
* The threshold of experience as lived
* The soup kitchen of the unconscious
* To a house that polyvalence built
(a tricky mistress with overlapping suitors)
* Murky rapids across homeworlds of understanding
* An existential train station where “we” is not the chosen vehicle but a question of destination
* The way of the dandelion
* A choice of context
* Back to the fork in the road: What makes a thing what it is?
* The threshold of experience as lived
* The soup kitchen of the unconscious
* To a house that polyvalence built
(a tricky mistress with overlapping suitors)
* Murky rapids across homeworlds of understanding
* An existential train station where “we” is not the chosen vehicle but a question of destination
* The way of the dandelion
* A choice of context
* Back to the fork in the road: What makes a thing what it is?
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Nausea
Somehow you manage to worm your way into the recesses of my gut,
t
w
i
s
t
i
n
g,
goading,
meddling
like a jackhammer in jello.
I don’t know why I play with you any more.
t
w
i
s
t
i
n
g,
goading,
meddling
like a jackhammer in jello.
I don’t know why I play with you any more.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Wry Bred and Water (A Love Song)
I learned to be wry to survive as a child bit player
in my family theater
while you were bred on the rock
of North Atlantic grit.
When we found each other’s hand
on the coastline of alterity,
I discovered that we wry and bred
could sustain each other
in our journey home together.
in my family theater
while you were bred on the rock
of North Atlantic grit.
When we found each other’s hand
on the coastline of alterity,
I discovered that we wry and bred
could sustain each other
in our journey home together.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
“Let My Conscience Be Your Guide.”
A 1990s Ode at the Birth of Hegemony Cricket
Don’t slowly turn and walk away.
Break the silence.
Face the fear.
Stop the terror.
Speak the truth.
Embrace alterity.
Counter hegemony.
Don’t slowly turn and walk away.
Break the silence.
Face the fear.
Stop the terror.
Speak the truth.
Embrace alterity.
Counter hegemony.
Something Old, Someone New
Despite the best in modern scientific resources, Humpty Dumpty has fallen and can't get up. His egg-shell exterior lays scattered in pieces across the post-familiar terrain. Once monitoring the world from a privileged position on the wall above, his fractured self is now openly subjected to the scrutiny of others below. Some of his supporters invest their considerable authority in futile efforts to put him back together again. Others cheer privately or publicly at his demise and fall.
Humpty can never be his old Self again -- despite the best of intentions.
Humpty can never be his old Self again -- despite the best of intentions.
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