when all the numbers swim together
and all the shadows settle
when doors forced open shut again
a flytrap and a petal

my eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
and in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so clear i realize
that here at last i have my eyes

when all the figures sound retreat
the soft skin starts to shrivel
when dreams made real become less sweet
the orchid and the metal

my sex turns and claws rush to spill them
but in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so pure i can't arise
without the fear of secret lies

when all the characters full size
and every moon is level
when all the spirits burn in lies
as center grief by steel

my eyes burn and claws rush to fill them
but in the morning after the night
i fall in love with the light
it is so clear i realize
and now at last i have my eyes

--Genesis_P-Orridge

Clumping Action: Pisswick Crunch

"Dancing is alien to heavy metal for two basic reasons. One is the continuation of the tradition of the youth counterculture. The audience for psychedelic music and for folk-inspired political protest songs listened while seated, to better concentrate on the lyrics. Second, dance music is understood in the modern West as an erotic activity. As a masculinist and overwhelmingly masculine grouping with an extreme heterosexualist ideology, the heavy metal subculture stresses male bonding, not male-female pairing...Yet heavy metal music is based on a strong regular beat that calls for the movement of the body...The solution to the problem of body movement was to create a code of gestural response to the music that could be shared in common. One of the two primary gestures is the arm thrust, usually a sign of appreciation but also used to keep time with the rhythm. The other primary gesture, called headbanging, involves a downward thrust of the head with a gentler upthrust...A distinctive demeanor and expression are also nurtured in the metal subculture. The familiar insult that  metal fans are "slack-jawed", evincing a look of dull stupidity, needs to be examined. In part it is an accurate characterization of the faces of those emerging from a heavy metal concert, but it could also describe someone who has just spent several hours enjoying ecstatic physical activity. The look also reflects the impact of the downers and beer consumed by metal fans.

...Ingestion of massive quantities of beer has remained a constant feature of the metal subculture. Beer induced urination has influenced at least one venue in the U.S. to spread large amounts of kitty litter in the area near the stage."
-Deena Weinstein

The Moon's Middle Name is Wane

bionic strain motif
power baby names
direct action vomiting
ketchup catchup catsup
all-star salute to fat chicks
platteville sweatsuit polemic
an eagle named small government
and a strangely candid businessman
labov's department store study again
inducing involuntary musical imagery
harnessing entrepreneurial manic-depression
a crystal wand to shift my stationary assemblage point
and resultant burns from sleeping beside a running blowdryer

'79 Houston Oilers v. '99 Tennessee Titans at the Yale Bowl under Light Precipitation

"We Drink Small Sour Drinks"

                                                                          jacobites

Elevator Ethnography

More senior men seemed to direct themselves towards the back of the elevator cabins. In front of them were younger men, and in front of them were women off all ages. Men watched the monitors, looked in the side mirrors (in one building) to see themselves, and in the door mirrors (of the other building) to also watch others. Women would watch the monitors and avoid eye contact with the other passengers
(unless in conversation) and the mirrors. It was only when women traveled with other women [that they'd utilize the mirror].      -Rebekah Rousi

L.I.S.A. :This Domain May be for Sale

 

 

If you're thinking about secession, please think about acquiring the rights to Lisa. 

The commentators list the ten miracles as follows:

1. The Sea split.
2. Tunnels were formed in the Sea.
3. The seabed was dry allowing the Jews to pass through comfortably and unimpeded.
4. The seabed turned into a muddy morass, stopping the Egyptians in their pursuit.
5. The waters solidified into a rock like substance that caused injury to the Egyptians.
6. The seawaters formed into perfectly shaped bricks.
7. The walls formed by the waters created twelve separate corridors,
     thus allowing each of the twelve tribes an independent passage.
8.  The walls were transparent, allowing each tribe to see the others passing through the Sea.
9.  The sweet water in the Sea remained in liquid form to quench the Jews thirst.
10.The remaining sweet water froze in place, ready for when the Jews would need to drink again.

-Pirkei Avot 5/5

"that i could clamber to the frozen moon"

"When the modern corporation acquires power over markets, power in the community, power over the state and power over belief, it is a political instrument, different in degree but not in kind from the state itself. To hold otherwise - to deny the political character of the modern corporation - is not merely to avoid the reality. It is to disguise the reality.  The victims of that disguise are those we instruct in error. The beneficiaries are the institutions whose power we so disguise."
- J.K. Galbraith

I am Large, I Contain Microbiological Police States

"The noted suicide researcher Edwin Schneidman described the thinking process that proceeds suicide as "tunnel vision" - a narrow focus on immediate concerns, avoiding meaningful integrated thinking, and being closed to new ideas or interpretations..The link between rigid thinking and suicide has long been established. For many years researchers thought that rigidity was a personality trait that predisposed people to commit suicide, but recent evidence indicates that the rigidity of suicidal persons is temporary, part of the response to personal crisis. This fits the view of suicide as an escape from the self: A person undergoing a personal crisis responds with mental narrowing, which includes the rejection of meaningful thought and a rigid adherence to preset, narrow styles of thinking.

The sense of the passage of time among suicidal people resembles that of acutely bored people. The present seems an endless drag...A five minute interval may seem like eight or ten minutes to a suicidal person...Another sign or the restricted time perspective of suicidal persons is their inability to think about the future...They use the future tense less than other people...People spend the time prior to a suicide in empty, meaningless busywork...copying numbers, sorting files, proofreading or making simple calculations."
-Roy F. Baumeister

The Gods Against Tomorrow

Borges Bit

"The other one, Borges, is the one to whom things happen. I wander through Buenos Aires, and pause, perhaps mechanically nowadays, to gaze at an entrance archway and its metal gate; I hear about Borges via the mail, and read his name on a list of professors or in some biographical dictionary. I enjoy hourglasses, maps, eighteenth century typography, etymology, the savor of coffee and Stevenson's prose: the other shares my preferences but in a vain way that transforms them to an actor's props. It would be an exaggeration to say that our relationship is hostile; I live, I keep on living, so that Borges can weave his literature, and that literature justifies me. It's no pain to confess that certain of his pages are valid, but those pages can't save me, perhaps because good writing belongs to no one, not even the other, but only to language and tradition. For the rest, I am not destined to vanish, definitively, and only some aspect of me can survive in the other. Little by little, I will yield all to him, even though his perverse habit of falsifying and exaggerating is clear to me. Spinoza understood that all things want to go on being themselves; the stone eternally wishes to be stone, and the tiger a tiger. I am forced to survive as Borges, not myself (if I am a self), yet I recognize myself less in his books than in many others, less too than in the studious strumming of a guitar. Years ago I tried to free myself from him, and passed from suburban mythologies to games of time and infinity, but now those are Borges' games and I will have to think of something new. Thus my life is a flight and I will lose all and l will belong to oblivion, or to that other.
I do not know which of us is writing this page."