opening out some office-tones hushy-grey
hard/soft metaphors & back-to-ham radios
, thwarting military commands glitching
some new masculine intimacies or love-talks
I’d order less milk for more tea and insist on
‘or’ as a consequential joining word suspending
two things in lateral flow attuning and framed
your code metaphor is very late-nineties
we’re yoking an idea of the body with one of
not-the-body, as if we ever got rid of ourselves
as if we ever felt that the body’s betrayal
was other than us. knitting circles aside newness
clots and curds, nouns set up suggestively as some-
thing more interesting, less servile
meta-sex talk tsk-tsk-ing, the chills / pink frost:
to collaborate is always already evident crumbing
against an Auckland dusk-light. it’s girlfriend in
a coma but without the irony. across the street cats
lope into themselves, into liquid ambers, as though
their limbs were patterning an ominous index
the easy analogy is this – there are bones in a
battlefield, settled into the seams of the soil &
all the conscientious post-bloodshed grasscover
– and the bones tell us a list of things about the
battle or any number of potential battles. brownian
motion (the path of a drunken bird; measured in
units of exquisite likeliness) and ordering peking
duck (quantities jotted on the underside of a napkin)
come to mind. our love, to put it crassly, is indexical.
June 25, 2009 at 2:22 am |
As usual my appreciation tricky wordery is hijacked by my appreciation of a single standout phrase, in this case “back-to-ham”.
It this like “back-to-basics”? “Back-to-the-future”? “Back-in-Black?”
Personally I think “back-to-ham” could be the philosophical key to resolving many world issues. For example I can think of at least two major religions that could benefit from a ‘back to ham’ approach. Ham-induced peace have solved major conflicts in the past, including the occasion when Peter the Great was forced to postpone an invasion of the Bulgarian Marches when he was informed that no BLTs would be available until the following solstice. He retired in grief and waged no further wars in his lifetime.
OR does it just mean you were doing something dirty with some ham somehow positioned to your rear? If this is the case I may recommend a more active role for the ham in such a scenario. The greatly revered practice of ham-assisted frottage has some notable historical adherents, for example John Wayne, Oliver Cromwell, Deng Xiao Ping, and Margaret Fulton.
June 26, 2009 at 12:39 am |
Cranks — the emphasis (at least to me in the time of writing, I’m happy to be replaced) was on radio, ie, back-to-ham radio as a recourse to ye olde techno-activism. Apparently ham-users would corrupt transmissions that were communicating military commands — a form of interference likened to online activism and hacking in something I was reading the other day. (Not too far from your ‘back to ham’ peace plan for world politics).
My own echoic intention was with back-to-school catalogues, Woolies, 1992.
Hamfisting needs a mention, too, no doubt.
June 28, 2009 at 11:37 pm |
HAMFISTING fuck you’re brilliant
October 23, 2009 at 4:17 am |
this is how you spent my birthday????