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Karen says Old History Now

I only care about the present well three things

at this time

in this light

we can say

in Deleuze on Foucault places things in reverse order

friends do

we can say one can say it is said at this time to say on

the limit

of the sayable


and in light of saying this in this light

I make a little poison to put in

friends do

this chalice

not enough to kill to pass from my lips

to yours I slip a little in

now a sip


these things through being said to say

to say this now

to see this now

to feel the poison take effect

take hold I make a problem

three parts

I practice

a charm


hidden in a fold of skin


between your lips


a secret passed from one to another

the other’s small touch of madness

I am forced to write in secret


Caetano said today Caetano said

the most transgressive

you can do

is play quietly


force public recoil

in private

in private recoil

from public sanction


I dreamt you’re a cunning man was repeated thrice

you’re a cunning man

you’re a cunning man

you’re a cunning man

if you know so much

and bit off his lips


why do you love me so

am I

not difficult to love


the turn the rest move away they turn

to their backs I yell

I feel the poison take effect

difficult to listen


a very rich speculation


to whom I can say

this is the time

and these are the stakes of the time


take this cup away

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the tongue coils across the beach you can see its pattern

can you

17 thousand bucks just to put the two pipes together

licks inside

rim of the bay and at another juncture

the tongue curls around can you do it like this

you can scream if you want to

but you cannot change back


why with everything over everything I thought at one juncture I’d say everything

still leave pain intact

the still the leave impact recoil or kick 17 thousand bucks

just to put the two

the just the put the pipes together you’re talking in a voice

everything over

at the unknown university with everything over

everything still

still you can


say tuesday why does he kill me with his love

say tuesday why does he does he

accuse me with his love

say tuesday why

use me with his love


the just just the two I could say everything I found your hair

a short pin with a berry red top the second most powerful man in Auckland



you can see its phlegm

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#XVII for akindofrecord …


What about the days we choose to live

Lima’s words

The idea of destiny is a phrase that says

they are coming to get us

it is completed by another

go out to meet them

in Gamboa shadows lighting fires in caves

or is it Bolaño again

lost images

poems and

a lump smells

recoil we do know at least a part of us does

questionable girls

because a girl rolls over

because of a mistranslation the part with no

regret the role of the girl is

in question and

old gods do die and new gods do



Jesus in a hotel room Tosches’s Jesus girls

pay to take him in mouth a part of him

Nick’s word irrumates

a part of us remembers paradise


but I told him the date and then said

that I had been running across the street

to help her

when I was hit by the car

Straub is it so strange in both Peter S. and Bolaño

there are casement windows


a lump smells

a life swerves

a green stares up



her legs

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production of the fold is critical not only for resistance but for new possibilities from the event of bio-, neo- or neuroliberalism

…Deleuze picked up the notion of the fold from the Baroque and Leibniz, but it is Foucault who helped him develop a politically enabling understanding of the concept. In his book on Foucault, Deleuze discusses the way Foucault’s understanding of the fold developed after the first volume of the History of Sexuality and took shape with the subsequent two volumes. Recognizing how, after his first book, Foucault found himself at an impasse regarding how to find a relation to oneself in relation to power and knowledge, Deleuze sees how Foucault began to move beyond this impasse in subsequent books. In the second volume he begins to develop not a theory of the subject, but a theory of the fold as a force of subjectification, as a force bending in on itself, creating points of resistance. This folding enables resistance, as it produces ‘a specific or collective individuation relating to an event’.

— Frida Beckman, Gilles Deleuze: Critical Lives, Reaktion Books, London (2017), p. 63

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can you say it is good travelling with you today love

left out on its centrifugal arms wind rushes in in gales the temperature drops

a severe weather watch is in place

don’t get lost in the void says Roberto good advice spinning out

of control very good I have always been told and by various people in

my life a mortal wound under skin of the air and hot breath of sun chill of a

surgery knife and the fizzing dreck mote and seed caused to infect me a pellet

burning chill and been called to cut it out I lay on my side in the corner I

the stain on the mattress one inseparable from the other heard Nico sing and

felt the pounding of the outside on the inside vein in the needle and knew

knew machine in the ghost no one must grieve over knowledge but must we risk

we must Bolaño this world



 love is inside out

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another week past see how much has happened to a kind of record


sometimes I feel I can take more away than they can

but it isn’t true Is it

the story ends the song goes on the dirty pacing on goes

the end the start the knot the kick at you they

are not your clothes


arms cross over

uncross cross over

uncross on goes

man in his quintessence


I feel I can take you wait

than they you wait father is gone

mother gone

in her

they have cut me in half


arms cross over

uncross you wait on goes a woman

a woman stops in half

like this there is no more

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define muscle

shoulder whole wheel




in all things he will excel me


Karl Ove to his son

as a son from the point of view

of love my son asks me

to reattach the sterile patch

quickly his wounded arm


he will be leaving is it for us

is it for us to carry on

quickly to carry on


define muscle turning on the axle-tree

I can think of no better thing to say and

have no greater wish to wish him

I will tell him I wish that in all things

he will excel me Karl Ove said so


quickly I reattach the sterile plaster

to his open sore



it is inexcusable to use the phrase mortal weight

in an invented scenario I don’t believe abstraction

gains any height from it I don’t wish to pontificate

and inexcusable to lift the straw man of the left

on the railroad of disappointment China Miéville

imagines is a railway to invent imagine

a wanker in a hotel room or suicide I am her

do I clean do I wash am I soiled it is

from the wound of my mouth justified

wound we share we who have opened

each other’s legs



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so it is week XIII to be added to a kind of record


withdraw to the foyers

we shall stay friends

the wind blows hair and papers that

could be skin and human

dust the chaff hulls and seeds that

hands have released fall dismally

from a violent place I sharpened

my eyes fell on them

I can’t explain except that

I’m out of my mind


outside on the threshold

outside the threshold a peace

certainly they took a peace that

came from my assurance

a peace comes down to them

it still comes down to them while

I am dismal and uncertain


do shadows explain the clouds

do shadows explain the dark

shadows move behind the glass

do shadows explain the monstrous shapes

a monstrosity moves out in the bay


is it cooler here yes

you can see my fingers wiggling

from between the louvres

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to point to point to a kind of record: XI.


he is without any


they say

he is without

yet he is

yet is he

inside it


he is inside his own


he is inside his own


and he has himself

knows his heart his mind is clear

his mind is made up

by a maid when he gets out of bed

gets off the bed strangling his cock

in the sheets and gathers of the sheets

the throng of sheets the throng gathers


he is shat he is jizzed

soaped and scented anointed

with a careless hand

supercilious unction


and the maid has only helped him

with careless hand

gathering the wet and knotted sheet

cleaning the toilet


living the again again

the again again

workaday world Shakespeare


how does she read

how does she fare



he has deeply sorry sorrow

at depth neither drug can reach plum

no alcohol nor love love frack up

love passion he has without

he is without suffering


whose tongue said it all for him

her how did it all get said


he has a sorry sorrow deep

dumb inside

he has himself



on whom is bestowed the fat

fat of his hand of his anointment

he has throttled his white poem

in a hotel bed Wordsworth

the again again of his oil

all this


all this he has

he has fat

he is without kneeling

is his legs apart

is huge with being

his legs apart he has

all this inside snorts


how did it come

to be how did it come

all this all


a machine wash for your shit

a machine for jizz again again

the poem wash


does not kneel

is without kneeling

wash the poem

this instant




is the water


grey the days

midweek the midweek days

turn grey


daydream grey



outside every classroom

so grey


sweetsmelling grey of a thousand years

a thousand sweet from now

now this instant old us grey

sweetsmelling dust


so grey so

day dreams

classroom windows

thousand years from now


thousand miles from here


so grey so

also out of reach

forever out


my hat is grey

my heart is

will the object of our hearts also


will the object of our hearts be grey


will your eyes open on mine so

day dreams

classroom windows

and thousand thousands


will I dream in them

look forever out

forever out dream

this instant


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choosing the present above all others to affirm this: Xth point to point a kind of record


I never thought

we’d be in the same place


but here you are

in the same place

you took off

every excessive movement


a burrow a loin

every extravagance is

the very extravagance of

the presumption


there you are


you have taken off


a presumption


a stone

a luxurious muff


a last possible moment

a last possible

before I


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