CX

 

Curious the slipslides, the hydrodynamics of language:

Jenner, gender, genitals

Manning, un and wom…

And that oddest of odd words: womanize, an alternative meaning consistent with the suffix “…ize,” being to render womanly, or womanish, egs.: aggrandize, Bowdlerize, Sodomize, Simonize…

Peal me a carillon, Beulah-land

 

Ektos tu kosmou = external to the world. A foundational notion of our lineage, i.e. that there can exist such things. But does it hold water?

 

Don’t fall into the gap or get stuck in it: put it to work!

And most of all, don’t “mind” it.

 

We have drunk the Kontaminated Kolonizing Kool-Aid and there is no health in us.

            – A generall confession, to be saide of the whole congregacion after the minister, knelyng.

 

The Jenner ate it

 

Transformodification, mon am

Or is it transformogriphication?

Transformodigriphation?

Transformogrimigration?

 

Innermost, innermost

 

always b cultivating

 

Is the foil in a homosexual comedy team a gay straight man?

 

With friends like u, who needs anomie?

 

Is a photo of a slender young woman, taken by herself, a sylphie?

 

 

You lose, you lose, and you lose.

Yet you always make up the ground in some mysterious, ineffable way.

 

Book of that old black magic world mutant

 

Go (trans) figure on the mountain

By Christ’s vagina!

 

What say you, Thomas? Is’t real?

 

Ba Gua Zhang: you have been silently, invisibly, incrementally transforming your body for thirteen years now.

 

A Coney Island of the I Don’t Mind

 

Rupture, rapture, mind the gapture

 

Cloney swat…

 

A Song for Mutinies

In the blink of an eye

or the oink of a Bly

Bounty lies;

And the breadfruit of Tahiti

brought round Del Fuego

to nourish slavos

in Barbados

 

The Grammar of the Driftwood Childe

 

Has there ever been a more efficient disarticulating machine than jolly little Albion? Everywhere its sun shone, a culture ruptured or imploded. Never to find its roots no more.

And even El Draco led morning prayers on the foredeck, and they named their vessels for blokes like Diomedes.

 

Is a “beginning” that does not become and event truly a beginning? Or an end an ending?

 

Ji, the initiator that is not an event, merely the instigation of a rolling out and on

 

What operation is not, of necessity, a co-operation?

 

Fiction’s fer lyin’

Hist’ry’s fer revisin’

Badoom-boom

 

OMG! It’s going viral, feral and virile – all at the same time!

 

OM-G: the chant of choice for Buddhists who want to hedge their bets just in case there is a Man upstairs.

 

Caution: Raptured Novelist at Play

 

Clones Without Borders

 

MY OTHER CAR IS A DRONE

 

Generative disengagement, mon amourgo

 

Your author: proud to be 100% recyclable

 

Race ipsa loquitur

 

Judio jodido

 

Life is Buddha’s dream

 

You don’t have to be Jewish to love levity.

Or levitating.

 

One finds the myth of the artist unnecessary

One does not so much create, as co-generate

 

“Mustang Sally”: a song about a woman, who, at least from the standpoint of the male narrator, has developed excessive yang.

So he decides to make a moral argument.

 

The all-time MO of bourgeois values distilled to a motto:

Privatize the freedom

            Socialize the hang-ups

 

An ample Latina-looking woman passes your café bench. She wears a burgundy teeshirt emblazoned with white letters: YOU CAN SIT WITH US.

 

Lust but not lost…

au fond

 

If the flow of change is continuous, what does this do to the idea(l) of rupture?

 

If you’re going to have a beginning, first there must be an end

 

Here’s looking at you skid

Trying to dope out: What’s my true destiny – shipwreck or trainwreck?

 

Revelation vs. regulation, and their respective boox

 

 

In the night something ravels. Morning, and you must weave yourself back into the fabric of the city.

 

The work that keeps on worming

 

On the front page of the June 19th New York Daily News, a photo of Dylann Storm Roof in his affectless mask and bowl cut, and the banner headline: AMERICA’S DISEASE.

 

You’ve got male. And female.

 

How do we manage openings and closings, beginnings and endings, “completions” of cycles and regenerations of life? Can the pivot – and here I am thinking of the Shaoyang pivot channel in Chinese medicine – serve as a useful image?

In short, how do we regulate the processive, both internally and in the larger reality of which we are a part, or, more accurately, from which we are not separate?

And how does this relate to our understanding of past, present and future as a continuous flow with distinct characteristics?

The Shaoyang is one of the Six Axes of the Twelve Primary Channels. It occupies a position which is half-interior and half-exterior – the hinge between open and closed. It thus regulates the movement of qi and blood between the interior and the exterior, i.e. the communication between what is inside and outside the body. If Shaoyang pivots excessively, there can be flaring up of fire and fluids causing sore throat and phlegm. If it does not pivot sufficiently, fire from the interior, the mingmen fire, cannot go outward with resulting cold extremities. [Source: Tom Bisio, Ba Gua Circle Walking Nei Gong. Denver, CO: Outskirts Press, 2012]

With this in mind, we might ask how the function-action of the Shaoyang relates to the dynamic interplay of our personal and social lives. We may re-examine the mode by which energy moves through the pivot between the “historical” past, and the still-taking-form, as-yet-undetermined future. We might then see what we call the present as a pivot regulating temporal movement. It also becomes possible to imagine the Shaoyang as a pivot between our personal (interior) and social (exterior) experience.

Put more sharply, what role does the Shaoyin play in retaining, and dispersing heat and cold? The body, personal and social, functions best, i.e. experiences the most balanced flow of energies, when it is warm, not hot or cold. Otherwise a tremendous amount of our energy goes into maintaining our basal temperature. Is it possible, then, to develop an internal and social awareness of the pivot which would allow us to regulate the temperature, hence the organic health, of our individual, as well as social and political bodies?

Are we carrying too much heat? Or rather packing it? The NRA doesn’t think so. Nor do the extractive industries as a whole. And again, are we doing things that will bring down the heat on us, i.e. the cops, the forces of law and order? What a field day for the heat, sang Buffalo Springfield once. And the Springfield, of course, was the “heat” that did in the great plains herds.

 

Phonecian blinds, mon amour.

Pivot.

Level. Or…