File spoon-archives/bataille.archive/bataille_1999/bataille.9902, message 325


From: Ariosto Raggo <df803-AT-freenet.carleton.ca>
Subject: Re: chora
Date: Sun, 28 Feb 1999 11:28:46 -0500 (EST)


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> you almost manage to give an IF gift that i am incapable of returning...
> do you think me incapable of laughter? my bivuoac...the reality of
> wool on bare skin i wear almost every moment of each day...i am the awake
> at dawn without any sleeping...my bee stung tongue and eyelids swollen
> with wor(l)ds silenced by sun.  Is there no place that you would not shut
> me in...nouning  and pressing....an assignation of place and time...you
> would place boundaries, surround, enclose, draw circles and
> elipses....cutting out and shearing...excising me from the sand and
> water...the coralling of my fingers and eyelashes...You would place limits
> on the potential meetings and happenings with others....What do you fear?
> That you might lose your property.  futility or utility...i would have
> you neither...a series of intensities that i would repeat in my active
> forgetting...implore. beckon. demand. the sacrifice of time and space for
> collapsed longing...capricious context...do not bee labour...
> stacey   
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  Oh, I think your almost due for a reality check! I am starting to
get a majorly busy signal and static everywhere. You doesn't fear but
places are assigned and there is no IF, no conditions of
understading--just a crazy impulsive fall and you can't do it because
your the one that's afraid. My god, your a fool and very blind, your
I/eye sees nothing, you are a blob of primitive life with little
comprehension of a human being's emotions, and joys if not exactly need and
pleasures, sensibility, intellectual stimulation, you have no idea what
it feels like to hold a human being's hand 'cause you offer no
security, you are fickle like the weather, pussy footing around and
lacking any sense of decisiveness. I am diving and what are you doing?
This is supposed to be your cool, calm, relaxed post? . Your the jelous
one, you want everything, you think you are all and I'm nothing. You
are giving me no significance whatsoever, you are crushing me big time
like an ant! Fuck, if you are like the weather then your blowing things
around making a mess of the upward flow, planting time bombs all over
the place like a terrorist and that is supposed to get us all off to
what sort of subjects and drifts even if they verbings, flows,
becomings and all that.....? Fuck, I don't noun you, I am a helper, the
animal's of the imagination are helpers for better or for worst, you
never know that's the thing, and you picked up on the address and
started playing and I am not going to flatter you anymore until I get a
phone number. Call me impatient and unrelaxed, I don't care at this
point, tell me I am nouning you and putting all these threads in place
as prohibitions, constraints, rules, ropes, chains, you know all the
mastering writing circles all around me threads which what? you want to
drop now? Time to slow down a bit? think things over, one a half year
is just not enough i suppose. Okay, hit the break hard! Dead still
now... like a noun you make our threads when they were on the verge of
becoming fireworks...so typical, you impose your own practices on me.   
You entice with a quote on forgetting and lots of cool references and I
get all excited and you try to tell me now that words are enough to
describe the situation that's coming our way? 
Ariosto 
 
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