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#231 The Drop of Water A microchip im- plant is placed under the skin. Nicotine patches are spread upon it. A free hand selection tool that includes an inter- active game is used to specify the region of inter- est. Whether that be the mechanics of water or the flow of mythology begin by drawing a circular object on your canvas.

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#230 MegalomaniaNo-one questions theusefulness of having a power generator around the house. A-pocalypse obsession goes back a long way,& any highly-descriptive formalism with reasoning features is convenient fordeveloping an ontology of practical steps to re-store humanity. It becomes what the world offers it.Little bits of coloured glass.Or. Walking the sweltering streets of Manhattan naked.

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#229 Pom 'po pom 'po pon po pon ponLa vache quit rit & les lapinsqui jouent des tambours have little in common except that Magritte called this hisvache period &painted lots ofrabbits—& otheranimals—during it.But, there goes theneighborhood nowthat musicianshave moved in nextdoor, & everybodyknows, as LeonardCohen reminds us,that musicians fuck like . . . well, fuck likerabbits. So, pom' po,

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#228 Mental CompacencyMy grandfather was a technician for MaBell. He said, "We are complacent in our color attributions. The only way to receive a signal is to eliminate thenoise. There are no co-incidences, merely portals."

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#227 The Amorous Vista Without this inter- vening presence of a sudden & aggressive getaway with some significant other to that highly recommended place to karaoke, then it's essentially a bucolic image, even if no sheep, no alpacas, no fertility-symbols, no Lacoste alligators mingling with angels holding dynamite, no animated cuddly lions, no eggs or rabbits, no Japanese women,

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#226 Faraway LooksDrained of context, of creative market mechanisms & public policy, the interior surface of the shell is contoured. Perhaps an actor sits there knitting. The mechanical, despite its notion of longevity, is just the biological on a shorter rope— banality was never intended for posterity. History is historical romance, politics is science fiction, to quote Foucault. Work-place

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#225 Fortune TellingSomeoneopened adoor & letme see thefuture. Itwas as bland as the present & as blind as the past.

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#224 Blood Will TellEven when refurbished to incorporate beautiful en-suites or worn with denim for a smart casual styleproperty derived from things from nature is a stepback in time.

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#223 La Courbure de l'universLight, whichnormally travelsin straightlines, followsa curved pathwhen affected bygravity. This is aserious bottle.

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#222 The Secret Life IIEconomics is boring. So too are all those Star Wars toys when / they're kept in the box. & boringis why even the live bad man black dog bite mix of Henry Kissinger as he mounts his return to Hollywood is nowavailable in French for free. How else to explain the media visibility of Chaos theory with itsstreaming versions of oldcell phones being tossedinto the trash? Beauty is

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#221 Spiritual Exercises Begin by dismantling the self. Taking things apart is fascinating. A first pivotal step is the right hemisphere of the brain; is tagged with Hamlet, madness, melancholy; includes coral, jelly fish, anemones. The

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via The Continental ReviewThree poems from Series MagritteRead by Miia Toivio & with graphics by Marko Niemi

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#220 A Courtesan's PalaceThe unicorn has left his hornin the anteroom.It is a courtesy.Besides. Some things are better left unsaid. She took her face off.

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#219 The Great WarUnlike, say, the Gaelic for kiss my ass, mostDeclarations of In-dependence are top-heavy with awkward or extremely dated references. Some-times they present as an organic synthe-sizer, a Granny Smith apple perhaps, with a sound set restrictedto industrial usebecause of extremely mixed reviews. Atother times as an holistic framework that purports to look at all aspects of lifeas

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#218 The Great WarSometimes she con-fuses words thatsound alike. Such as.Violets & violence. So. She thinks thesoldiers are offpicking flowers. Have brought someto her. She goes out walking to showthem off. Back tothe sea. Dressed for. All in white. Morning. Her face the color of violence. Some-times she confuses words. Not always. Life is a parasol.

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#217 Le Grand SièclePick a point in time & stick a pin in it. Attach a piece of string, 50 or 100 years long. An area defined, ob-long in a circle's arc. Three sides with forest lining them. A low block wall across the other. In front of whicha faceless avatar beingstared at by a windowlessmansion. Grass underfoot.A plaster ceiling overhead. Deadening the acoustics. Asilent century. How grand.

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#216 The Wonders of NatureOne of thewonders ofnature is itsability to re-use objectsover & overin similar or disparatesettings &make themnew again.So, once more a ship,the waves,the very seashore, on whicha pair of stone-crossed lovers.

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#215 La Pipe pipeSurely aMagritte not can see is that this

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#214 The Apparition They're keywords. That much he recognizes even if he doesn't recognize the discipline that they come from. "The labels could mean any- thing," he thinks. Which means. He carries one himself. Or two. He doesn't think. Which means.

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#213 The Survivor That was the year we wintered in Montparnasse. The ferry, I remember, was empty apart from us, might never have sailed except its skipper lived on the other side of the river & she

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#212 Applied Dialecticsthesis&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  poetryantithesis&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  warsynthesis&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp

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#211 The Light-BreakerHistory is. Typhoon. The Bay of Bengal. Ship washed up. Large. Left there. Broken down by locals. Scrap, metal, parts to use. Such plenitude never seen before. New industry. Now stretches for manykilometers along the beaches of Bangladesh. Pollution prevails. Most things done by hand or not much more advanced. Small men or children in narrow passageways. What air there is is

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#210 The Promised LandShort-range ordered nanoholes can improve the health of rice farmers & consumers or even, with the addition of the new bad-boy vibe, form a picture ofa dying Michael Jackson that's part solid, part liquid. Such prototyping, with its specially de-signed cells & the useof heat sinks, would seem to be an inbuiltaspect of our human software; but the only constant factor in

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#209 The AutomatonNo cat to bell, but the grelot keeps on mindless-ly looking for one.

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#208 The Literal Meaning IVSad woman. Isnot. Is neither.Men falling fromthe sky, rosariesof stars, a castlein the Pyrenees,transparency, afence of sentinelsor sentiment, win-dows which are mirrors of the soul.Were not. Were never. All is allusion.

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#207 The SpyThe premise of Sun Tzu's The Art of Espionage, a prequel writen to cash in on the runaway success of The Art of War, is that though the world of Espionage obeys the rules of Heaven, the life force of the individual spy is, a priori, out of balance. A posteriori, how they end up is governed by which principle holds sway within them. Too much yin & the spy may be consumed by elements of

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#206 MeditationBuddham saranam gacchāmiPhoto editing software. Someone sporting riding breeches. Retailer-perceived brand equity. Guides to the different stages of German intellectual development. Visual parallels made between the use of pesticides & degradation of the land. An exodus of female talent. A problem assuming added significance in view of rapid globalization. Temporal logics.

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#205 Discourse on MethodIn there forshow, orcore co-ordinate?Descartes—bald, be-spectacled,but not at allbewildered by the juxta-position ofthe box & horse's bellMagritte hasplaced be-fore him.To him two objects in Euclidianspace; a three-dimensionaldefinitionmakes allthingsrelative.

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#204 Quand l'heure sonneraVenus deMilo, hot-air balloon, sky/sea/sand—writing downthe elementsdoesn't havethe tension of a painterlyarrangement unless you know the sub-text. So. Some clues. Start with a child-hood incident. Continue with de Chirico.

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#203 Souvenir de voyageThere was a sea-side somewhere,but nowhere nearthe sea. We walkedalong it, kicking at rocks, ignoringstrangers until they'd passed. "Who was that masked man?" I asked.

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#202 Perspective: David's Madame RécamierAssume a life-line in reverse. Death comes first. Before that, head-stone, interment,mourning crowd,laying out, the prep-aration of the body. Move forwards. Miss Marx. Pass through tworevolutions, a liberalmonarchy, literarysalons. Chateaubriand,Mme de Staël amongst the names. Napoleon.Bring in Ingres, who uses Magritte's posedfigure as basis for La Grande

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#201 The Master of the RevelsIn Il Casanova di Federico Fellini, a giant head of Venus begins to emerge from the Grand Canal. Set in the rural French countryside, the factory by the side of the lake is small; but still lives undergo critical changes as water & land are con-taminated. The head rises creakily to eye level & a cable breaks. I have an idea that the ideal drop is equal to the length

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#200 The Fountain of YouthLast seen in the Pyrenees. Perched on a peak. Small in context but omnipotent. Now wraps its wings around a reed. Petrified. Monumental.

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#199 The Key to Dreams (1935).....& thenthere are those rare times when our dreamsspeak to us in a language we can under-stand.....

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#198 La Trahison des imagesEn Anglais cette&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  fois, but it &nbsp still won't give you lip cancer.

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#197 Perpetual MotionSo far the circus strongman has eaten a tiger (& now wears its skin), Alice, AlbertEinstein, & AnnieEdson Taylor, the first person to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel—the evidenceis all around. Hefeels no shame, isstill able to holdhis head up high.

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#196 Le Retour de Flamme His immense shadow spreads outOver Paris and the world.....Robert Desnos: La Complainte de FantômasThe world asleep &dreaming out loud.Emanations cohere; fear personified. In-stead of rain falling sur les toits de Paris it is the shadow of Fantômas. Dressed for his own on-goingopera, as large as the life he lives in others' dreams. They wouldhave him with a knife in hand,

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#131 The Palace of Curtains IIIThe curtainsdrawn. Samething on both.Sky. The sky.Neither is.

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#130 The Search for the AbsoluteImages &things you can'tlook in-to. Gödel again. Theabsolute is so uncertain. ButI have just killeda small flyingthing thatlanded on thisreproductionin my Magrittebook & it isnow absolute-ly dead.

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#129 The Call of the PeaksGlaciers flowout of the painting. The mountain isan eagle thatdoes not leave the ground.

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#195 The Spring TideThe pre-diction of tides on an a priori basis is not possible.Local conditionsapply. One worksfrom charts & tables—how far the fall between high & low, the positioning of rocks, the shape of the sky. What the weather is doing. Arethe Moon & Sun colinear with the Earth? Do clouds collide with bells?

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#194 The Poet RecompensedImplied self-praise, inflatedself-worth. Useddragon imageryin his poetry—the dragon guardian of gold, & gold, believed the poet, was suitable recompensefor all his work. For-got the bit aboutfire-breath & flame.The dragon didn't.

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Just out from Bill Allegrezza's Moria Books, a second selection from Series Magritte.Available as a free downloadable pdf from here (at the bottom of the page).Available for purchase in print form from here.

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#193 La Plaine de l'air Celluloseper sehas a slow metabolic rate ofdecayso thata leafseparatedfrom thetree willstill hold its form, &a fallen leaf still vert orheld vert-ically in an unseen web or by the earth creates a tree in space.

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#192 Le mariage de minuitAll questions have been abolishedsince no-one is certain of the answers anymore. The Oscar winner weds her boyfriend under a candy-stripedtent somewherein the tames ofAlaska. He hasleft parts of him-self—his wig, hisface—on the tableback at the NewMexico ranch. She is annoyed, tears out trees & plunges the branches into the earth where the roots used to be. No blindness

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#191 Les muscles célestesThe cavity in the skull over-flows with the training routines of Italian body-builders. But where is its zenith in relation to the observer?

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#190 Titanic DaysTorn from Picasso, &further torn—batherfrom sea, or motherfrom baby. The clothes torn from her. Then ravaged. About to be.Victim & aggressor. Aclassic dialectic. Shadowgiven substance, formtaken on. Is classical. Modern. Zeus in a business suit? No less likely than white bull, white swan, a shower of gold. He falls across her, he fallsupon her. One outline.The form taken on

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#189 The Use of Speech "A nondescript form can often replace the image of an object." &. "Some-times the name of an object can replace animage." Linnaeusdouble-coded.A personaltaxonomy.

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#188 The Betrayal of Imagesfor Michel FoucaultThere is thistreacherous spacebetween the image & the text that many have misread & fallen into. I stand well back, let others with more sure footingdescribe it to me.

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#187 The Famous ManInset in velvet in-side a box, thebilboquet morphs. Chesspieces, skittles perhaps. Thetower is de Chirico. The fourthwall of the theater is partiallyopen. The back wallis night. All aroundan Escher frame. A wounded bisonhas been painted on the wall just around a slightcurve in the cave. Longago. Cannot be seen.Water drips, has drippedthrough the roof eversince, maybe beforethe

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#186 The False MirrorGiven a list of words. Askedto repeat themback. A testfor veridicalmemory. Eye,reflection, looking-& cheval-glass,sky. Alice. All synonyms of. Or. Associated with. Not included. Herinitial answer. The thought madevisible. Mirror.

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#185 The Happy DonorAporia. The mana product of a past which was. Never his. Constructedfrom: metaphors in a language no-one speaks. Not:any more. De-constructed to display symbols.Not symbolic ofanything. Arereference, points to earlier paintings.First used. Weresimple objects.Given here. Alltogether. Symbolizethe painter. Not theman. A bell. Out-side the man. Is real. Is the product of a past.

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#184 Les Promenades d'EuclideThe first events in the nursery are metamorphosis & settlement. Vertical fluxes vary over various timescales but retain the essential features of prediction equations—satisfying the conservation of mass & total energy. Any method that alters the data, whether by swapping, random noise or erasure decoding, is rejected by the differential circuitry. A monosyllabic type

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#183 Clear IdeasReturning to the Moon is the key to humanity's long-term future in space.It is a vertical project, akin to climbing a ladder. Each step has its own name, its own symbol. The symbols are not visual representations of the naming words. Nor are the names descriptive of the activity of the step. There are no milestones, only spaces between the steps.Memory retains them thus, & can

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#182 The Ready-Made BouquetEver thebourgeois, never daring to be seen out wearing Botticelli'snaked Venus. Leaveher at home on herhalfshell, with theclip-on ties. Wear the clothed one. &even then embarrassed. Worn behind. So that. One or the other. Her, or his face. Neverboth together.

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#181 The Discovery of FireIn the evening, before the sun set, she would write down those things that had caught her interest during the day. At one time or another she had noticed that she could tell how long she’d been away from home, how long before she had to head back, by the length of the shadows & the direction in which they pointed; how when seen through the smoke from bushfires the sun

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#180 The Search for Truth&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp isdifficult&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp if you're afish&&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp outof&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp water&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp &

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#179 The Mathematical MindThere is nomantissa—all partsare present &counted for. But the present is thesum of parts of the past; the past is memory. Sometimes there is transposition in transcription.

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#178 Memorys o u v e n i rs o u v e n i s o u v e n s o u v e&nbsp&nbsp  rs o u v&nbsp&nbsp  e rs o u&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  i e rs o&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  l i e rs&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  b l i e r&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  u b l i e r&nbsp o u b l i e r

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#177 Souvenir de voyageLight travels between cultures & continents at its own speed, rememberingwhere it's been through multi-tudinousmuseums tokeep mementoesin & a sophisticated mnemonic technique for learning long lists. The old also move at their own pace, but keep it simple, visit few places, retain few keepsakes. They are petrifiedof travel, theirtravel mementoespetrified.Little light.

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#176 L'assassin menacéIl est si calme orwhatever the colloquial French is for staying cool under pressure. Thoughstrangely inappropriate;for the cool criminalsof the time werenot assassins butmainly jewel thieves, along line of, mostlyfictional, Fantomas &Raffles through to (if not, should be) SeanConnery. This ismore the followingfin de siècle, maybethat's what he'swaiting for, the iPodto

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# 175 MemoryAll I can re-call is abas-reliefhead between a near-full glass of water & an apple. Theapple hadbloodon it.

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#174 Les Pas perdusMaybe aerobic exercise is just as effective as medication in treatingstress; but the idea of punishing the material form by sweating it out in the gym is not my idea of fun, doesn't evenmove me to a basic levelof arousal. I'd rather goto a traditional Chinesemedicine establishment where they give full-body massage or take a trip to the discothèque where there are nowasted steps

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#173 L’Homme au journal“I’ll fill in those other panels after I’ve beento the Club &seen if there’sanything in today’s paper that inspires me.”

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#172 The Invisible WorldSound travelsacross the silence. Some-where sea but thisis train noise. Or. Trucks on the roada mile or twoaway. Cannot beseen or. Cannotbe heard. In-audible. Or.Invisible. There areother worlds out there hanging in the air, comedown to earth.

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#171 The Scars of MemoryEvery time there’s even the slightestscent of censure inthe wind, winter emigrates. Reincarnates itself as a wanderingMariachi carrying only an icy cold pitcher ofvermillion in its guitar case. In stark contrast the rest of us go stereotypically retro& relive the 1920s, not sure how we got there or why we’ve ended up channeling Shakespeare in some hell-drenched

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#170 The Interpretation of Dreams1—When larvae are reared on acacia, almost all larvae live to be-come adults. Egg size does not affect larval survivorship. 2—The “greatest toy since the Game-boy” is eitherperfectly designed for ankle breaking or useless because players find theystill can't jump over tall buildings. 3—We are sorry but due to licensing restrictions by the game publisher

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#169 The PresentMost birds fly. Aero-planes are almostable to, achieve flightonly by manoeuvringin the air as theystart to fall out of it.

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#168 La Page BlancheEchoing both science &religion, Magrittesuggests therecan be no such thing as a blank page since the invisible is everywhere just waiting to be made visible.

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#167 Reconnaisance without End&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  for Márton Koppány & Nico VassilakisOne should concealthe fact that oneis an adept, said MrBehoover to hisHungarian friend, &that it takes anendless supply oflifetimes learninghow to become one.Don’t advertise. Adopt a slightly eccentric butinnocuous code of dress — 1920’s bourgeois withits coats & sticks & bowler hats is good — then join a

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#166 La Lumière des coïncidences Optical efficiency. The angles. The candle is illuminated by the woman's torso. In turn, re-sponse. Refraction. Light bounces back. Angles again. & curves of shadows. Ascientific fact, no coincidence.

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#165 Threatening WeatherMainstream American theology—a.k.a. "the spinach capital of the world”—informs this picture ofYosemite Fall; but the efforts of humanity to liberate imaginationare found more in dance & ritual than in the sadly artless subtitles of theology. In the tea room of the sky we sipnon sequiturs & sup on slices of graffiti peeled from real railroad cars. The weather threatens. It’

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#164 The Literal Meaning IIsalon hairgods falsetrap deathbell doorrail guardbalance trialidea brighttime primespectrum broadroom drawingavant postblack tokendrama highfire forest

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#163 The Literal meaning VIIt is thebody of a woman,drawn &quartered

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#162 The Golden LegendLapis philos-ophorum—thephilosopher’sstone. &. Loaves & fishes. Miracles?Legend? Every-one is entitledto their ownbeliefs aboutthe stuff of life.

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#161 The Castle in the PyreneesEach summer wouldmove to the house up in the mountains. Sitoutside at night, de-code the stars. Planjourneys by them,direction, distance. De-scribe the places; fact,fantasy. By day would trace the travel, to see what of whatwe dreamt was real.

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#160 The Flowers of the Abyss IIA curious eclipse— traffic regulations nowrequire night to have a bell that absorbs light without refraction fitted to it. Times past, an event happened, we rushed out & ran to it in rampant schaden-freude. But this is no accident, is mechanistic;so we stay within the ice-blue interior of a bare carcass of concrete & play chase the dog or describe Nigeria or clean

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#159 The Flowers of the Abyss IHélas! tout est abîme wrote Baudelaire—all isabyss, a completely automated world of self-assembling machine-flowersmade possible by an emergent form of video expression. Each change brings out new curves inthe shoreline; in the same ambient space there is a region where the perception of the image is still affected by the dead blue screen. A message appears to say

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#158 The AnnunciationSqueeze the symbolismfor all it’s worth. Olivetrees in an otherwisebarren & rocky land-scape, the simulatedorgan, the confessionallatticework. No realpeople, not even foot-prints. Wooden bilboquets have turned into pawns & vainly wait for someone to move them. It’s asterile oasis in a forty-day desert, whichsomeone once found, an-nounced its discovery &was famous ever after.

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#157 Le PortraitDans les plus sombres yeux se ferment les plus clairswere the lines by Eluardthat caught Magritte’s eye.

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#156 La Plaine de l’airEven though the air is an unstable medium at best, the tree, a plain text ASCII file made of everyday materials & the common language of commercial signage,stands unmoved. Else-where, the German Army is entering Paris.

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#155 The Ladder of FireHe had noted the nesting order—how the paper fit in-side the bell of the tuba & it, in turn, rested on the chair—so that, once this firewas over, they could be neatly stored until the next time hehad need of them.

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#154 The Adulation of SpaceTry to unfold complexpolyhedra & thekinetic barriers create a problem—theconfiguration of powerno longer holds whenautomata are abstractedby collapsing theirstates. There is between the universal &particular a reciprocaltension that cannot beconfined within anallocated space. It’s a coredrawback of pattern re-cognition, made more so in the figurative when flesh holds

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#153 The Meaning of NightThe man walks away from him-self, the woman hides in her hair. They ignore eachother. Whereverthey are, neither is dressed for it.All around there are fallen clouds. There is no moon,faint light, the mancasts a shadow. Thewoman cannot see it. It is nightinside her hair.

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#152 La Ruse symétriqueAt 4.30 hebroughtthe clothes inoff theline. Anightdresswas missing;so, too, hismother. Weekslater theywere found,water-logged& with asymmetryshe neverhad in life.

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#151 Les Six élémentsAs of thiswriting, there are 137 Magritte items available on eBay. They aremundanely pre-sented—none of the six elements that Aristotle con-sidered essentialfor drama arein the frame.

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#150 L’Amour désarméThe key-words—Clothing, Military, People, Religion, Transportation, Headwear, Army, Adults, Groups, Naked People, Woman, Women, Christianity, Religious, Land, Hats, Soldiers, Christian, Cart, Wearing, Clothes, Armed Forces, Transport, Head Wear, Adult, Group, Naked, Nude, Female, Lady, Females, Ladies, troops, Combatants, Kneeling, Tying, Weapons, Outdoor, Helmets, Armour,

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#149 L’Île au trésorBirdsin / the treesare / the trees;leaves &trunk.If I repeat this definition I'm no more than a parrot. One must come up with an equivalent. —René MagritteTreesin / the birdsare / the birds;feathers &wings.Puisqu'on ne peut changer la direction du vent, il faut apprendre à orienter les voiles. —James DeanTreesare, birdsare:feathers &trunk. I don't like treasure voyages on any

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#148 The Promised LandI do not know what the 19th century saw inthe letter S. Perhapsits classic look re-minded them of thesex & violence thatwere once associated with pressed metal ceilings. These days even the private spaceof public figures is made from wood.

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#147 The Night Watch i. The endocrinology I stroll out to Wilshire Boulevard.A group of part-time soldiers are setting out on parade.There are bits missing.A lot of raw fish has a tendency to do that. "I'm a NASCAR fan," she said at a birthday party in little osaka one recent night. ii. The interval between first & second sleepMarie-Ange sounded determined.It was reflected in her elegant

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#146 La TempêteShe is everywhere but&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp here, the naked woman &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp who / dresses like a bank&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp clerk, infatuated by the &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp costumes of the era of&nbsp

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#145 The Universe UnmaskedFeatureless cubes&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp with facile inter-weaving are the true building blocks&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp of the universe. Carbon is outdated.

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#143 The Listening RoomClimate change & predictions of future climates have never had any particular significance for me. Theories are not statements about the world. To that end I have done numerous interviews for radio, television & the print media as a prophet who ascertains through divination that the apple we experience is just a bundle of sensations in synchronism; there is no way that we

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#142 The Son of ManNon-event-ually anautobiopicwas made ofhis life. Itwas anony-mous. Onlythe applehad a name.

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#141 The Ordeal of SleepI likepainting Georgette asleep as much as Ilike watchingher; but it’s an ordeal for me unless Itake her night-dress off &paint her onher side. I cannot forgethow my motherwas found after her suicide,floating on herback in the river with her nightdress upover her face as if it were a veil.

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via The Continental ReviewThree poems from Series MagritteRead by Miia Toivio & with graphics by Marko Niemi

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#141 La Magie NoireUsually the second name is abstract, the name of a Madonna. A naked woman leans on a rock. Evolving, gradually merging into the blue sky. Sometimes a bird sits on her shoulder.Conjuration & invocations are the basis of her formal syntax. Earthbound, yet other-worldly. Hanukkah gelt. Not Esperanza but some bird-name is revealed in the first chapter. More Americansbelieve in a

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#140 L'Usage de la parole No fence&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp high enough to shut out the world. Some&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp seepage. Con-struct, concept, the&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp allocation ofwords, even when taken &nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp out of con-tent.

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#139 Le PanoramaA ball in theair, no, abell. A horse'sbell. There isa name forthem but notthe name that'sgiven here. Thisis not a bell.

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# 138 Les AmantsIs the love still physicalif, when theface masks are removed,the bodyfloats&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp&nbsp  away?

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