27 février 2007

For days of birth


Everything we feel is our information - listen deep within witness - feel - transform - RISE - This is about your own song - your voice - the story you are creating with your life - this life that connects - to all you touch and love - you are between two guides always - ancestors and dreams not past and future but real love from both sides - you are it's fuel - RIZE - Honor memory beloved -Lift your head and breathe - I wih for you a birthday of self-love compassion joy - let Great Spirit take your hand and celebrate your Self desire your greatness and become the gift

24 février 2007

Alithea and grandparents at Central Park

http://www.posttraumaticslavesyndrome.com/drleary.html

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hey Thomai is it spring yet!!!!

- From When To Where
Your Congo Is Ringing
Old Dead to new dead
without memory - desiring
somewhere moments record inventions

I met you at Jazz once
and ate gaze tradition
you could imagine then
yourself as Grandfather

invisibility - cells - lockdown
your dangerous beauty
"Shout Out To My - Up In..."

exiled bodies notice
99 cents an African - boy
disappearing for security

Fork
Two Keep Certain Ideas Alive
Turn the dream machine off

named separate
unruly bodies - that moisture

Stand the Agricultural Testament
ingreidents shift instructions
consume cereal - box lyrics
to be rehearsed daily

you wish time really was
moving faster - so so maybe maybe
you could be virgin intention once more

unruly bodies - named separate

unified time - This lover of space
A real love story
say goodbye say farewell say nothing
Distance Between Beloved
dissolves luxury contemplating
next
Angles curve around
Grateful angels steal mirrors
and invent

in her eae

my inner ear is overweight - how
had she acquired this garden of
breakfast bars - standing as she often
did in the doorway - between a spotless
kitchen and a glass of juice for
someone else - intimately bruised
you might be dying or dreaming past
images as squares - you mustn't
decorate auction blocks - I
believe the female body - but where
is She


Do Not Answer


Not exactly - old woman
We transport final text
Practical animals already extinct
Nameless boys in lemur suits
Eye to eye - re recognized
Domesticated splits
Chickens Creoles Cats
I am the cat without witness
and human hands


Fork
I AM WHAT I AM

I am what I am I am Sasha E. Agosta I am Detroit born I am 14 years

strong I am the braids in my hair I am all 6ft. 5in. and still growing I am

the baseball field I am the pitcher's mound I am 10 strikeouts a game I am

the 4 hits allowed in 3 games I am the ball I am the windup I am the 65

MPH fastball I am the sick splitter I am the nasty changeup I am the bat I

am my long long long long homework I am 89. something average I am the

dramas in school I am my huge ego I am my large amount of confidence I

am my taste I am my own riches I am my background I am New Orleans

I am it's hot weather I am the red school I am basketball I am the

developing 3-point shot I am the win I am the roar of the crowd I am

football I am the freezing cold weather I am the big hit I am the

touchdown the 6 points the celebration I am who I am and I know who I am

for I am everything around me I am my own life I am a man I am what I

am and I am done

Sasha E. Agosta

Sasha comes home every sunday

utterance

Cities assume a Great Deal
danger is like what?
exponential violence
this could be a problem

devour wild greens for information
seasons full of instruction
Shall I pose nude for myself
flood my gaze

distance of playing cards
hand to body to mouth
just hold still - teeth don't lie

the new virus is an image
the old virus is a clear image

Something trust us - not to medicate
I keep coming back not to answer
confession will erase you

honor everything once a day
your crimes are too perfect
only the messenger of promise is pathological
your uncertain
but real uncertainty requires courage

questioning this collaboration with empire
is what sadness feels like
waiting for love is entertainment

A writer is murder
mystery defy images
death allows light

Fork

I'm tellin

We write together
Is history and laughter more than agreement
I'm coming I'm coming she cries
There is no time
The is a dangerous word
I can't remember I only heard it once
As above so below
Geometric metaphor of light

Origin is a path
What Plato decided - the need facts
No pathology no Frued
Tell us now we can't wait
For Rimbaud it was our river - Innerstand
Stange rites - Hurricanes follow the ribs of Earth's grid - facts are owned
That is only relationship

An essay is just the explanation of a poem - is that one mine - I don't remember
Deciding - 1/10th of all matter - so many moments to shift

Where do the disassociations go
You are looking - future other
Want to make someone disappear - stop looking at them
I will not linger while other books converge - without words we recognize
Why this whole planet is an update
Using the same language
Discern
Revolt
Cultivate
I am invested
We were expecting you


Fork

Marilyn's iambic white dress

Blood - a great retreat - it is when the words

desire their own body - and chase me into a

girl child's morning - they suspect I am not to

be trusted at the moment - every part of my

whole is protecting something - She is speaking

and won't let me hear one word - I think it's

because she is the story - the one worth

telling - I am prepared to speak and yet

without her I know - I know - I write the same

desire over and over - this is mother girl

child morning in the act of writing - the claws

must come out



It sure ain't the mirror where my face appears -

that's only where I fall in love and see all of

you - Blood!!! - I am feeling better - it's

word choice that frightens me - language a new

face - bring me home - a mirror image - the

most tiny memory of now - paper writing reveals

more than glass


- Opportunity - Invention - Choice


- who is dying when it is so difficult to write

a choice - Well I have decided to enjoy it -

certainly a hiding - and I'll tell you why -

because she is absolutely free - free of word

meaning and free of healing process - Ever

since the phone calls from Mother who is staying


with Grandmother who is for the first time in

95 years going to hospital - she tells everyone

she meets - "I won't be here much longer" - her

surrender is only possible because of her will -

yesterday blood was normal - last night

emergency room - This is what it is to mistake

freedom for word blockage - She who writes is

protecting this essence - Grace with Ease -

that's my legacy -

Blood - so much blood - enough to swim - to quench thirst with tiny drops - to cut myself open and part my lips just so - like I would in a mirror

I see now that the whole essay can and will be rearranged at some point - because she speaks like that and I listen different when I write


We can wait for the words we will invent - I

have never been this still - looking now and

deciding without knowing it - how I will be

Grandmother - one is choice always - She would

like to tell the story of refusing anything

other than blood and first eyes - My

Grandmother is informing the stories I might

tell you - Death and sadness and blood and

rebirth have trained women forever - She is

made visible to my language with choice - and

it is possible to dance specific instruction

with an infinite coming through - like stars

perhaps by the time you see your word I am gone


One experience is looking at the function of

language and words - discourse - as a whole and

the same experience being with words and your

body and inner dialogue - as a whole - a break

is clawing a way to communicate in the interest

of something it has never experienced - or

wanted - the books are converging and paintings

speak each other


When Celine left the hospital they stopped

washing their hands - that's what I remember -

This is the food I give her - All I need to

know about Rimbaud is our river away from words -

I our - that desire informs memory - What I

keep from this Grandmother time might depend on

my courage to be what I don't know - I want to


tell you something beautiful at the agreement -

everything you value has just enough unity to

appear different - in the end all detective

stroies start from the beginning - imagination

gave choice to death - Blood!!! Human light

and wind - my eyes and all I really hear - when

all is silent - because I prefer mystery - I

disagree with so may filler-words - doubt -

connect words

- Speak command - use blood - make something happen - tell me only your untellable story - I will do the same - I don't believe you -

- Again -

- Be your untellabe story and our hiding places

die new dreams - There never was a hiding

rather a refusal to be lied too - She continues

to talk - I hear now similar language -

something - Once before at the end of a play -

everything changed possible - a witness is more

powerful than a wish - outside of the theatre

gray air cement parking burned out apartment

buildings use to be use to be use to be - and

more than that - not a word about the play - I

think a child must become a character in a play

for days - transform clapping - I will

recognize you again because of this goodbye




Fork
Insert that sound as title
Keep doing that if you like
At this moment – forget am not sure about something – forget am reconsidering – something is a question – reconsider our assumptions – and forget know this is not really occurring – Because there is a story
Perhaps there are two ways of telling – perhaps is another way of saying – there are many many more – Do forget need your help to exist at all – no not really – but forget do need you in order to move from this spot

In another story forget would never have walked right by you and your friends without speaking – forget saw you then – This is an action –to respond – All this space is our breathing – without decision - remember – we are not remembering anymore – we are knowing – and without you the image lacks imagination – forget leaving on the word – It is the most visual of my intention

All our ears are attached waiting in visible my meaning shifts I don’t know really if every This story began with you – it began when you sleepwoke – it began when you chose – you led yourself to this text – and you led me to this text – that only sounds strange – forget have not secrets – when forget am in between decisions
word is heard as someone reads We be a tribe coming to someone else – the text introduces itself to so may parts We be a body not distracted of you and me that it matters not so much – a meaning –by self hatred and a killing – it matters – not so Forget want to be everyone in order to hold all points of view – close – Can you hear them – hear the shapes – sounds like cracking – a cracking sound – forget return with the essay – in the form of a body – anybody will do
much – you have become my mystery –I hear sound as my hand you and your ears – tell me what I have written – tell me when passes through you took over – Well I – The only difference between humans happens in the act of seeing – our gaze tradition –You see we cover a great deal – our eye ability is eternal – in other words – when we witness another body – We respond yes O U forget

When have we decided –there is one body – A person is only a point of view – but forget didn’t come here to talk about that – Hold that please until forget finish – there is one body – Words resonate because of your memory – memory before everything was repeated – as if that means anything - intimate images create agreements
Create images intimate agreements
Images – agreements – blackest red
want to remove the word me – edit – use it later coming up three– We have decided that desire is more important – after all the impulse eyes dead as it is – is another line another language – who told you – that My new body is strange – but forget have memory of this image – mine – all stories came to me in a sound – forget was busy – in order to exist – you must reflect a desire – that’s not desire is it

Forget don’t really want to reference or go back – rather to come with me continue – African – forget call it gaze tradition – you can train yourself to remember anything “forget see you” Africa – a tradition of seeing into –celebration and difference are vital like parts to recognize someone – the pupil the eye – keeper of souls please breathe

forming somewhere between you and I
take me apart letter by letter
ME here but not speaking waiting loving enough but here

– taking a costume word

My fiction has occurred inside It is a beautiful tradition – that assumes a body – and when forget looked at the child – imagine the mother and child – because this occurs with every baby – the gaze – Lets return to where it is known awake – “mother” says – “My eye – the way it moved – told my baby this is who we are – this is how forget see myself – and you my truth about you is in the choices forget make with my eyes – how forget love to look at you – your eyes are learning what movement to make – they learn how to love your image”
Have I left –your manifestation is bigger there are so many words for my face – we are in agreement – socializing then you– our words express only sadness – the sadness of separation – Eyes that look at you become the eyes you look with
Imagine the eye that knows this – giving – cultivating your humanness – formation of what we call memory begins – Imagine the way you walk – Do you walk the same way – move the body in basic sameness – year after year – Your decision –you know the one we are remembering – The feeling – natural – Is it that all the time – Is that easy – You don’t need this text to remember with you – forget prefer collaboration – The part that writes – that me – the part that rewrites – that’s you – planting eyes in the text like seeds – There is absence – that’s how forget remembered you body and eyes – because forget missed them
my eyes are closing it sounds like this because I am enjoying double checking that for you – I am more before you become one than a thing pointing to another thing and nothing more than a surge it sounds like this of word spatter – physical huge – what our hands make –and I’ve been studying you physical as it works through me (returned purpose) here I speak sound I speak as vibration moving swift with a face – a human face – faceless drum all languages enters ear and movement – (allow it through) – completes the intention or sentence I know you’re here if you like – drums aren’t played for faces – But the human has a face parts physical huge responsibility – where everything collaborates in cycles of life show up before other and makes choices – your ears are as powerful as any black hole parts
Close your eyes – Legacy – legacy from slavery – this did not come out of nowhere – not there not here
in the text – This is where the body went – specific no images – repeating into voice – Well disappearance is an old mirror – Pain sounds like “What you looking at” quick is there an image – forget still here – in the text – it is impossible for me to be anywhere else at this moment – forget am not afraid or bored by history – In fact forget don’t
believe a word – forget have eyes and they are yours as well – always looking at…Who has not caught themselves looking through someone else’s eyes – Was that history – forget see what is valued and assumed – What makes the eye dart away – the need of the eye to belong – Is it more painful than the assumption that is does
the story of I fill in space where we come from is the story of what we are inventing – like this – I have an idea with your prayers for a film – infinite historical moments swell becoming images and in that My tribe very moment it moves forward – the camera is more connected to a historical weaves something – it enters after a choice has been made – like the myth of the self skin on bone-made man – choice – hiding Legacy – legacy from slavery – this did not come out of nowhere – not there not here
in the text – This is where the body went – specific no images – repeating into voice – Well disappearance is an old mirror – Pain sounds like “What you looking at” quick is there an image – forget still here – in the text – it is impossible for me to be anywhere else at this moment – forget am not afraid or bored by history – In fact forget don’t
believe a word – forget have eyes and they are yours as well – always looking at…Who has not caught themselves looking through someone else’s eyes – Was that history – forget see what is valued and assumed – What makes the eye dart away – the need of the eye to belong – Is it more painful than the assumption that is does agreement – is this what we are their memory is a- both – with all that sound going through words and ears never ending walk
Tell you a blink of a story We honor you with
Atlanta – making movies – He –a sound it’s never do we really – is it true – numerous colors – candles overturned along Loud enough the railing – one finger typist – yellow Christmas – baby music – enough it never arrives put your names on – headlines – Black – in water as in river –We understand the beauty smother the drums – not letting go – So commercial cinema – of coming locked up – there are two motives – high rise – sidewalk – white world audience We complete each other I earned it – turn in your toothbrushes – Mama –Tribe to Tribe to Tribe everybody invisible meaning shifts was holding because it gathers their breath it (s) Tribe

and you

The duende, then, is a power , not a work. It is a struggle, not a thought. I have heard an old maestro of the guitar say, “The duende is not in the throat; the duende climbs up inside you, from the soles of the feet.” Meaning this: it is not a question of ability, but of true, living style, of blood, of the most ancient culture, of spontaneous creation.

Lorca

22 février 2007

Retour

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Words refuse
Choice
Inform against respect
Ancient geometry of nationalism
I have shifted
Exile text almost dead

I create my entrance
In this poem
Here now
Redundant joy
Our unity
Inner dialogue
Even this language needs courage
Needs more letters and memory

Truth beauty
Mother daughter
Hope courage
No elsewhere punctuation
Nothingness presents energy

Hidden - of myth
Poetry our real eyes


Fork



Written 2005

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The Brutal Futurism of Godard’s Past
by David N. Meyer

2 ou 3 choses que je sais d’elle
Film Forum November 17 – 30
Jean-luc Godard lost interest in classical narrative structure about the same time he quit caring about the problems of men. In his early films, still exploring archetypes from cinema’s past, Godard depicted men who died (physically, spiritually, morally) imitating the onscreen icons of their upbringing. Cleansed of that struggle his own self, JLG turned from the problems of men to the problem of masculinity. That did not include profession or being a warrior or a father. Instead, he asked how does a man make the woman he loves fall and stay in love with him. Like Eric Rohmer, Godard has little doubt about the answer to that question: he can’t. At least, not intentionally.

Marina Vlady awaits…Having dealt with men, movies and masculinity in ‘65’s Alphaville and Pierrot le fou, and finished with modern romance by ’66’s Masculin, féminin, (a period of creative output to rival Bob Dylan’s, only without the amphetamines) Godard turned to women. The dissonance between their social/sexual power and their political/economic oppression became the prism through which he viewed societal ills. Capitalism was foremost, with Vietnam and the consumerism-driven loss of the soul right behind. JLG’s favorite repeating metaphor for this tension—manifest by the lead character in 1966’s 2 ou 3 choses que je sais d’elle—is prostitution.

Based on a non-fiction article in Le Nouvelle Observateur, 2 Or 3 Things follows a young mother who turns tricks—at the urging of her mechanic husband—to pay for their apartment in the soulless, newly-built, high-rise suburbs surrounding Paris. We first meet Marina Vlady, the lead actress, facing the camera as Godard whispers in voice-over: “Is her hair dark auburn or light brown? I can’t tell. Now she turns to the right—it doesn’t matter.” Godard whispers throughout the film, reminding us that an entire world of thought, politics, culture and assumption surround the story-telling.

Though story meant increasingly less to JLG—except as a chariot for his theoretical notions—here the human moments are perfectly observed, moving and never driven by plot necessity. It’s a measure of Godard’s influence that his fragmented narrative—interrupted by long shots of consumer products, epic tableau of building construction and meandering portraits of cars in traffic—proves easy to follow. Forty years ago it might have been confusing. Since then, the larger world of cinema has not caught up to Godard, but it has cannibalized what it can digest.

2 or 3 Things stands as the end of Godard’s classical period and the beginning of his more fragmented, primarily political, Brechtian, post-modern work. It also marks the height, until recently, of Godard’s adoration of visual beauty for its own sake. 2 or 3 Things is astonishingly beautiful. Given that many of the loveliest shots feature unlovely subjects—mostly suburban sprawl—it’s hard to discern now whether Godard sought a Brutalism/Futurist appreciation for the oppressive architecture of social fascism, or if he expects us to find it ugly. He doesn’t seem to find this new world lacking in seduction.

The film moves from parody (Vlady’s husband listening to Lyndon Johnson declare his intention to bomb Moscow) to social essay: Vlady works in a brothel featuring a day-care center and customers paying with consumer goods. “All I have is cat food,” Vlady’s trick mutters. “Will that do?” He adds his can to pile.

Interspersed are exquisite panorama of construction scenes, massive freeways and blank skyscrapers, evoking the framing, composition and just plain weirdness of William Eggleston. (That is, they evoke Eggleston now. 2 or 3 Things appeared a decade prior to Eggleston’s MoMA debut.) Godard’s genius cinematographer, Raoul Coutard (Jules et Jim, Le Mépris, Weekend), captures the oppression and machine-made sensuality of this alien universe: a robins-egg-blue dump truck jerking back and forth, the unbearable weight of a freeway hovering over the workers beneath, a slow pan across a horizon of glass and steel.

Because it stands with Le Mépris as Godard’s most beautiful, cinematographic and profound film—and because its modernity is both Pop and so of any age—this brand-new, remastered 35mm print is a revelation (new, more idiomatic subtitles have also been added). The Pop seduction of consumerism is explored via garish shots of detergent, the inside of electronic devices and construction cranes made ominous and sexual. Unlike the winter-cold irony of Alphaville or the snotty affection of Masculin, feminn, 3 or 2 offers an early glimpse of the exquisite heartache that so informs Godard’s more recent works, like 2001’s In éloge de l’amour and 2004’s Notre musique. Godard cuts between moments crammed with banal dialogue and ambient-sound dioramas of a new city being noisily created. He finds his poetry in the spaces between these moments/shots, and the irresistible horror/beauty of the industrial maelstrom as only Godard could perceive it. He creates an ineffable, purely cinematic poetry, where there is no accounting for the powerful emotions his juxtapositions provide. The impulse to become over-analytical is a by-product of sitting through any Godard picture. But 2 Or 3 Things is the rare Godard film in which the emotions hit harder and linger longer than the ideas. As always, he’s witty as hell. As one montage makes you ache, another makes you laugh aloud.

Contemporaneous critical writing insisted that Godard was determined to shatter filmic narrative convention. Forty years after 2 or 3 Things’ initial release, it’s clear that Godard simply replaced classic structure with his own—more emotionally driven—pacing, plot and emphasis. He may not longer care about what-happens-next, but he puts two images together with an awareness of their power, and, more importantly, of the resonance their montage creates. Nobody thinks like Godard, nobody cuts like him, nobody lets ideas carry emotion and emotion carry ideas as he does. With, like, ninety films made and who knows how many more to come, it’s tough to claim that one is his finest. But there is one you must not miss, one that must be seen on the big screen. This is it.

There’s No Aggression, Like Passive Aggression
Climates
Film Forum Limited Engagement
Nuri Bilge Ceylan may be the least-known of the world’s four or five greatest directors. Only his 2003 Distant (Uzak) is available on DVD. With Distant, Ceylan proved himself the first clear artistic descendant of Tarkovsky. Using Tarkovsky-like framing and pacing (that is, slooow), Ceylan explored the existential discontents of Turkey’s urban and rural cultures, through a story of an unwelcome country bumpkin coming to visit his sophisticated, emotionally paralyzed Istanbul cousin. Released in 2002, Distant had a tiny domestic theatrical showing in 2004, and was easily the best film of the year. It shares a kinship of look, feel, pacing and melancholy with another outstanding film of that year, Andrei Zvyagintsev’s The Return.

Climates, Ceylan’s new film, focuses more on human connection than a larger cosmic or political theme. Ceylan cast himself and Ebru Ceylan (they are married) as a couple whose love has turned to grinding bitterness. Climates explores how a man who never says what he means drives love away even as he yearns for it daily. Some of the most moving scenes are practically dialogue-free, and all are shot in rich, painterly palette that is Ceylan’s trademark.

A gifted still photographer, he composes a visually nourishing frame that bears the weight of his long, unmoving takes. There are images in this film that no film before has attempted and depictions of relationship moments too familiar to bear. Without a doubt, Climate is the best film of the year.

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David Levi Straus
David Levi Strauss is the author of Between the Eyes: Essays on Photography and Politics (2003), The Fighting Is a Dance, Too: Leon Golub & Nancy Spero (2000), Between Dog & Wolf: Essays on Art and Politics (1999), Broken Wings: The Legacy of Landmines (1998) and a book of poems, Manoeuvres (1980).

His essays and reviews appear regularly in Artforum and Aperture and he has written exhibition catalogues and monographs on the work of numerous artists, including Martin Puryear, Ursula von Rydingsvard, Carolee Schneeman, Alfredo Jaar, Miguel Rio Branco, Mike Bidlo, Raoul Hague and Robert Frank, Tim Davis, and Daniel Martinez.

David studied poetics at New College in San Francisco, is a founding editor of ACTS: A Journal of New Writing (1982–90) and editor of A Book of Correspondences for Jack Spicer (1987). He was also a recipient of the Guggenheim Foundation Fellowship in writing in 2003–04 and is on the faculty of the Center for Curatorial Studies and Art in Contemporary Culture at Bard College.

Read his lastest article ”Magic & Images / Images & Magic“ in the current issue of The Brooklyn Rail.

14 février 2007

Eat with your fork

I love my fork - she's not messy - no, she's rather delicious - mmhh... I love my fork