on 04/27/11
Jenny
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May monkeys wreak mayhem and hurl their shit at passers-by. May we drench this time and hang it to dry. May I never be complete, yet strive to bite the mouth that vomits on my shoes.
Loose are the screws. Obviously. (i hope you find what you've been looking for. looking for, i hope you find what you've been.)
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webnography.
empathy is embodiment of another’s
feelings- what are feelings?
serotonin, dopamine, norepinephrine
(to be “balanced” for happiness and contentment,
or else craving, despair, restlessness, NEUROSIS);
memory, thought, daydream
(always after the fact, sense, experience);
repulsion, attraction
(is the law, the draw, the motivation).
i think in text, always after the fact.
clean sights and sounds and arrange them
on a crowded page,
where they jockey for position [...]
Tue, April 27, 2010 - 11:52 PM
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Born alive dying dead,
start at the end and end at the head:
I am waiting to be born,
I am waiting to break free.
I call out to the moon,
but the wind-
it strangles me.
Nothing so near to completion can be free.
“As California goes, so goes the rest of the nation…” the headline read. We immersed ourselves in the [...]
Mon, August 3, 2009 - 7:26 PM
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6:00-6:10pm, aim:
b: do you work “with” a medium or “in” one?
r: depends on your definition of medium…
r: language is a medium through which we speak
r: think
r: with which we write?
r: in which we think!
r: with which we write!
b: we use to write
r: but what is writing if not the use of language? [...]
Thu, May 28, 2009 - 3:19 PM
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we’re all forsaking our former forms-
however, every slip-sweet beautiful now is tethered
to the entwined snakes of memory’s web’d pathways,
though we stretch toward the intangible HOPE of future connection,
dreams crafted out of our utopian revisions,
ideal forms informed by the matrix of experiences re-explored,
re-interpreted, and
interpellated.
Sun, May 3, 2009 - 7:52 PM
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âThe city is not a concrete jungle, itâs a human zoo.â
Desmond Morris, The Human Zoo.
Soaking up the sunshine this weekend, I perched with a friend on the steps of Union Square. Nearby, a group of attractive young white kids with brightly colored hair spun poi and hula-hooped in fashionable earthy garb, crafting a performative stage [...]
Thu, April 23, 2009 - 12:40 PM
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Narcissus, a Greek god, spurned the advances of the goddess Echo (or so one version of the story goes). As she faded away in a lonely spot, her final whispery prayers for vengeance were overheard by the goddess Nemesis. As punishment, Narcissus was doomed to fall in love with his own reflection. Pining for his [...]
Tue, April 7, 2009 - 7:33 PM
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Last week, a student in the Cyberspace Ethnography course taught by Maximilian Forte at Concordia University sent me some questions for a class presentation on The Virtual Campfire. Below are some of my reflections on the process of conducting virtual fieldwork, the advantages and disadvantages of digital ethnography, issues of immersion and techno-utopianism, and what [...]
Tue, March 24, 2009 - 9:56 PM
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originally published at webnography
nocturnal emissions.
beat. chirp. pound. chase.
Sat, July 19, 2008 - 9:40 AM
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guided by mud and moon we dance the heart's song, the web of man, yet cut still closer to the bone: love, death, the beast of being, the cruel joke, the wrenching twist- it might remake a god in man. under canopies of rainlight haze, how and why we number our days, may we for a moment stomp our seeing limbs and howl out the agony. "we can never be born enough" birth me then, now, here, projected like a tummy creature, green and gooey~ (the frequencies we found were too fierce; fearfully we turned away- no. i sing the heart verbatim: beat. chirp. pulse. chase. stripped raw to nerves more and footsore, fondle forever the fuzzy croptop of communitas, collision, clusterfucktranscendance,dance,fools! together knit we find the fibers beyond fingertips,eyes,seeing limbs- it rose like a spaceship toward the sun.
something that once i knew,
Tue, July 1, 2008 - 12:28 PM
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stealthy headlong hurtling,frolicking froth a tempest is two and not one, a one is everything, nigh flew from sun insatiable shadow, insatiable shadow, and ever after tremulous.
i c generic genre
Thu, December 13, 2007 - 3:45 AM
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whither art thee, with or without me? wither out the age. this is the stage upon which the sage will assuage all our rage? i call it a cage. -- the nose knows it is burning! hands that handle jalepenos should not rub noses.
salvation from this salvaged self-
Fri, November 30, 2007 - 3:16 AM
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i did alright, you did enough, disembodied gestures yet garner pulchritude. tis i who refuse the sooth -sayer, i flay her! dice her finely and saute her. oh, so it goes, add in a handful of toes.
sing: i will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
Sun, November 25, 2007 - 11:12 PM
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just to lift your long face -joanna newsom buoyant abeyance of disbelief, blend me beautiful! a ferocity to be fortified in the quietude of the lonely night, all trembling and fear are less now than sweet solace. oh, call it off! call it caw-cacophony! it shall be ended. stripped, strung and suspended, marrow from the bone. sucked out like poison from the wound, emergence from the wilting womb.
the pure absurdity of this dissatisfaction-
Mon, October 8, 2007 - 1:00 AM
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nothing left, save distraction? yet abhorrence of subtraction! (i want it all.)
all of you oughta view it with your
Tue, September 25, 2007 - 5:38 PM
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tongue and tact intact, in fact! it sung and wrung the tears with shears, which spread on everyone. (ms.anthropological.com) originally published at nocturnal emissions
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