Having
suffered
through 17
symposia
convened
by L’Académie
Francaise
on Le Discours
de la Méthode
& fearing
he was
about to be
pushed be-
yond the
bounds of
rational
thought
Descartes
discarded
his wig
& his silk
breeches
& hose
& headed
for the
nearest
leather bar
muttering
“Who gives
a fuck what
anybody
thinks. I am
what I am.”
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
#112 Discourse on Method (1)
Monday, October 24, 2005
#111 God is no Saint
Friday, October 14, 2005
#110 Le Trait d'union
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
#109 The Search for the Absolute (1940)
Held
the leaf
up to the
light.
Said. In
this one leaf
the
entire tree.
Said. Is fractal.
Is
blueprint. Is
the entire forest.
the leaf
up to the
light.
Said. In
this one leaf
the
entire tree.
Said. Is fractal.
Is
blueprint. Is
the entire forest.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
#108 The Lovers
Is said. Aug-
mented by
is seen. Sur-
text. Not under
but laid upon. The
emphasizing
hand, the under-
scoring smile. What
is read into by
what goes on
around. So
are the lovers
so aware of
one another
that inflexion is
nuance? Or is
there something else
behind the cliched
blindness?
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