Rhotic 2.10

I actually resolved I was finished with the tumbling strip while lying on the ground that occurred therefore during It.

Not after it.

Did I really crumple to the ground or was it more of a drop? Did I dive or collapse? Or just simply reach. Drop then reach.

What was I thinking then as I walked to join those two women? Did I spot them and move towards them? Or was I just ambling any old place?

Where is the clock on the wall? I can’t remember.

Rhotic 2.9

It wasn’t just lying on the floor. It was a specific moment. Something came before it. Something came after it.

Before it, I crossed the floor from the tumbling strip, reached for a bottle, swigged and crumpled.

After it, I crossed the floor in the opposite direction, resolved I was finished with the tumbling strip, approached two women and entered into a discussion about what?

During It ….. I’m undecided.

His output is wildly uneven and spread across painting, drawing, film, sound poetry, fiction and performance. Despite this, he emerges as a substantial figure, not merely a satellite of William Burroughs and the other denizens of the Beat Hotel.

Hari Kunzu on Brion Gysin in this month’s Frieze Magazine.

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A visit to the dream machine plans booklet and reading the above article makes me think of how the experience of looking into the dream machine in action (trance) might possibly be replicated in the reading of prose. Could prose be written in a density and rhythm (pedantic ?)  that permits flashes to come through (that create flickering,) and offer what this unit did. There must be examples of this out and about there. But likely more of a 45rpm than a 33rpm. Gertrude Stein, Beckett’s Worstwood Ho (a better example no doubt abounds, but this springs obviously to mind). It could be fun to construct a Dream Machine and then in parallel create a reading of some writings and record both and see whether a parallel can be drawn. Can we be intoxicated aurally — akin to this visual?

Je ne sais pas.

Achluophobia – Fear of darkness
Ancraophobia – Fear of wind
Anemophobia – Fear or wind
Antlophobia – Fear of floods
Astraphobia – Fear of thunder and lightning
Astrapophobia – Fear of thunder and lightning
Brontophobia – Fear of thunder and lightning
Ceraunophobia – Fear of thunder
Chionophobia – Fear of snow
Cremnophobia – Fear of precipices
Cryophobia – Fear of ice/frost
Cymophobia – Fear of waves or wave like motions
Eosophobia – Fear of dawn or daylight
Heliophobia – Fear of sun/light
Homichlophobia – Fear of fog/mist/smoke/steam Keraunophobia – Fear of thunder
Lilapsophobia – Fear of tornadoes and hurricanes
Lygophobia – Fear of darkness
Nephelophobia – Fear of clouds
Nephophobia – Fear of fog
Noctiphobia – Fear of the night
Ombrophobia – Fear of rain
Pagophobia – Fear of cold, ice and frost
Pluviophobia – Fear of rain
Psychrophobia – Fear of cold
Scotophobia – Fear of darkness
Thermophobia – Fear of heat
Tonitrophobia – Fear of thunder

I should note that yesterday at 9am was one of my favourite varieties of weather. A bit of bluster, a pause in the rain, but still the threat of more. I call it the smell of washing that’s been out on the line weather.  Freshen the eyebrows weather.

Today, tho’ we’re now in the middle of the same weather system and it’s moved to a damnit I left the washing out and now it’s completely sopping wet weather. My fringe is in my eyes weather.

Breaking news …. tune in

Fascinating program on weather forecasting and weather on BBC Radio 4 right now!!

Click here

 

Our Obsession With Weather

Iain will ask what role the weather plays in our culture – any writer purposefully tuned to the language of the moment will be obliged to employ the weather as a moral sub-text, a framing device, a ceiling of depression – weather as prediction. Weather as a liquid mirror in which the writer, reads our future.

The above link will work for 7 further days — pop on over for a listen. I loved the program, esp the description of forecaster as having control of the weather … and being viewed as the demon who didn’t deliver!

Rhotic 2.7

You’re making a terrific fuss about lying down on the floor.

Rhotic 2.5

Geraldine is far too long a name to be painted in the dust.

It must have been Jenny.

Rhotic 2.4

Did you actually say I am defeated?

Can you recall that?

Or was it the long strips of lights overhead?

You remember a name painted in the dust on one.  What was it? Was it Geraldine?

Rhotic 2.3

Could it have been that you heated up and you hadn’t noticed it.

Then when you lay down you registered it.

You caught up with it and it shocked you.

I am hot you said to yourself.

Was that it?

No. I am defeated was what you said.