Plotinus Plinlimmon

Capital

2006-03-15T12:11:00.000-08:00

Accumulation: act, amount, between capital.

Capitalist case:
change children. Circulation.

Class, commodities,
conditions constant.

Cotton.

Day different, division does
during.

(Employed England, English, etc.)

(Even exchange!)

Fact: factory first form. (General.)

Given gold, great!
Hand himself hours!

However: human increase,
individual industry itself,
kind labour,
labourers, law...

(Less London!)

Machine, machinery, man, manufacture material.

May means, men. Money.

Must nature, necessary, new, now number own part per persons?

Place: population, power.

pp: price process.

Produce product (production):
quantity, relation;
report result.

Social surplus system:
take, therefore, things;
thus, time.

Total trade: two value wages, whole,
without work.

Workers. Working. Years.

The Enigma of the Gift

2006-03-14T21:24:00.000-08:00

Among ancestors, another baruya.

Between cannot case certain chief.

Circulate, clan!

Come, debt!

Does even exchange exist?

Fact: family.

First, forest; form functions.

Gifts give, given giving.

Gods, goods, groups.

Hand: hau. (Having humans, imaginary individuals, itself.)

Kula kwaimatnie.

Life. Lineage.
Man? Mauss?

May means: men. Money.

Must nature, new, now number objects?

Obligation, once order, origin, others, own part people?

Persons, pigs, place.
Point? Potlatch.
Power.

Present principle = real reality relations, relationship.

Return, right?

Sacred seems,
since social society
something spirits, symbolic,
take themselves;
therefore, things;
thus, time;
tribe.

Two use, used, valuable wealth.

Without woman, women.

Words. World.

Casualize

2006-01-13T23:55:00.000-08:00

Palestrina.

Smoky brick.

Removals.

Panty line.

End of the side.

Or, The Simplicity of Vision.

2006-01-12T17:00:00.000-08:00

Not far from the light, below below - below.

Charity will take you only so far, no father, no farther, I meant.

I wrote lost instead of love, I guess I knew what I meant, some one knew, whether it was I is another question.

"Whenever I speak, I speaks," says some one, I think, if I have it right, if I have met the standard of identity which is called for in the performance of a successful instance of citation.

This century we learned we were told by our errors. Or was it the century just past, my mind's rusted. (Seated with a friend she told me not to trust those learned & unangelic doctors.)(Who picked my mind in whispers.)

A friend with a traveler's beard showed me the images of the ruins of Roman Palmyra. This was you'll forgive me months ago, I am always late with news.

I got in the habit of writing letters, which were unfortunately always to myself.

Now if you have sought horses keep walking, they found this country to their liking as though they had never left it.

All these tunes sound the same, is it true or do my ears lack training, do I like or must I learn to like or do I lack and must I learn to lose my lack or like it, which, what'll avail against this travail, tryall, tempest in a tureen?

Walking Blues

2005-12-31T17:15:00.000-08:00

Now it could be accusatory.

Nonetheless there are a plethora of other possibilities.

Snowfalls. Or snow falls. Or 'snow falls'. Or, I say, 'snow falls,' or vice versa, or a deft turn, or a refusal, or I surrender, or I almost surrender, and because of that cowardice this text exists. We all know how that goes, life results from the cowardice that makes our actions visible.

Ghosts, yes, how would you write this word in good conscience.

Also we speak of 'blues' or 'the blues' and not exclusively in the sense of the musical idiom.

Holderlin & Heraclitus agree that death is a kind of life. Where does that leave you my love? If Ellen West decides she was next born, never born, if we painted our house a new color would that save us? I am not citing names to impress you, I am trying to build a bridge to tomorrow, the next year, how it goes, what is the fate of our investments, what is the news of those far cities, nonetheless, nonetheless, how should we read that line of Lear's that comes back to me again and again is it --

never/never/never/never/never

or is it

never never/never never/never

I like it broken & maybe that is perverse. I haven't made any mistakes yet I don't think.

Modish Aphorisms

2005-12-28T21:04:00.000-08:00

The younger set are indifferent to proof.

Neglect is tomorrow's cash.

Pale offspring yield failed cabbage.

Anticipate formication. You'll disappoint. You'll glow.

Our palaces were places.

The longest road goes to the post office.

If you deduce knots you'll choke.

Brandish warily. It's the pose of janissaries.

Chipped tooth of a lion signifies: adultery.

When you walk, leave whistling to the nightjar.

There Must Be Another Way to Settle This Argument

2005-12-28T13:56:00.000-08:00

Chimes, a son, the errand was. Some song, yeah yeah, go on, do tell, I'm all ears.

Sit up late in the gentleman's club with your brandy it means something else than it did a century ago and that's for certain.

The mouths of a thousand suburban queens shape Octavian. Meanwhile the same road goes through, another year's worth of snow swamps the monument, we dispense the pills & consequently consecrate some vision of a virgin on which we're verging.

Dormant Dolmance. Peregrine's in a pickle, but it is as naught compared with perils of Pauline, a biography of Buston Keaton the great stone face lay unread in the closet, door shut against light, I am dubious of this word heart but how else speak of it?

Local Machine Zone

2005-11-05T15:42:00.000-08:00

I don't wanna kill my china pig.

My last post is appended with an anonymous comment indicating perhaps some continuing extension and existence of this textual being sporadically stuttering out from whichever console is available.

Having nothing to write I will discover what there is I have to write, by writing it. All of this is horrible I know.

A History of the Cost of Living

2005-06-19T21:08:00.000-07:00

So, science of the cathexis. Who could explain it? And after all what would be the cause after all this time, measured by striations of dust, for a libidinal attachment to the fact of reviewing, of asserting comments, measuring out thoughts destined for ears willing and unwilling? The problem as ever remains one of distribution. Better to make a map of your thoughts and then travel. You report as though anyone were listening, as though anyone could possibly care.

Spring for the unabridged edition.

Believe it or not the Moravians keep coming up. Classical musicians, founders of the American Bethlehem, transmogrified brethren of the free spirit, pre-hussite protestants.

Science in a Tavern

2005-06-19T13:56:00.000-07:00

Give up on the potlatch era. Some of us will encourage the generation of statistically improbable phrases. They are just waiting to die. We'll ask the fathers and they'll pass on an inscrutable word. The earth hums regardless of tears. It's just a blueeyed boston boy. Discover my past emptying out cigar boxes and consecrate burnt photographs to sky guys I can't imagine, toxic smoke of a new kind scalding my longs. I'll tickle your catastrophe if you tickle mine.

Grabber pan with strap. Set eyes on northern territory. Little figures, household gods, teraphim, lares and penates, a pornography trap, a spider, today had no purpose any way or did it? Maybe not to me.

Know the value of your timber crop.

Battle of the Books

2005-04-12T20:44:00.000-07:00

Going through a purge of the old musty library. Books plucked down from towering shelves bring sprays of dust and showers of parts of insects. I find at last in mummified form an old newt that had wandered off years ago, stuck behind a squat volume of Paracelsus with the spine peeling away. Mold grows on the Rig-Veda but surely these songs are alive in the throats of tribes elsewhere. My copy is therefore a redundancy.

"German pirates sail in boats made of a single tree that has been hollowed out."

Some persons estimate that it is a monstrous thing to wash one's hands with molten lead.

I, Plotinus of Plinlimmon, to You

2005-03-27T10:24:00.000-08:00

From scraps recovered, a cento wove.

Sad day of rebirth. Listened to Patti Smith. "I have not sold myself to god." But: "In the midst of life we are in debt etcetera."

Some fellow visionaries sent me their communiques by pneumatic tube and courier pigeon. We are strategizing future utopias on the rusted bones of America.

Will the Amish really be around in a thousand years? Perhaps. I trust the hardihood of radical Protestants more than anything else I see around here.

I remember well the night my father told me "Islam was going to win". We don't live in the world we think we live in. A diet of lies our whole lives has an effect on our brains roughly equivalent to the longterm consequences of two packs a day.

What, after all, do we have to learn from the Moravians and Labadists? A lot, apparently. David Zeisberger and Jasper Danckaerts.

I learn after writing the above about smoking that the Labadist colony of Bohemia Manor supported itself by growing tobacco. Hmm. Is this part of a usable history?

Tobacco is not the blessing and travel boon it was a thousand years ago. How can we begin to rethink what history means on this continent; i.e. that it is not only the adventures and bloodbaths of europeans and their descendants?

Letters from an American Former

2005-03-25T20:49:00.000-08:00

Paintings from Arnhem Land. This primitive people who never developed architecture, agriculture, writing, metallurgy... were on the right track!

It seems that anthropology developed so that we would be able to finally look with clear eyes at our own society, which has ceaselessly mystified itself, and never with as much desperate fervor as in the past few centuries.

Right now we are living in the thick of the lies. You get a headache just living in the middle of it, like sitting under bad lighting.

Erasmus compiled a huge book of proverbs, the Adages. Many are still in use today and have been since Roman times. I used to be obsessed with epigrams, maxims, apothegms, aphorisms. A faded passion. La Rouchefoucauld, Chamfort, Nietzsche, Cioran... I still remember the names.

I'm surrounded by books I've not read and may never have the chance to read. A strange fate. Which seeds will fall on the sterile soil?

Ignavis semper feriae sunt. (For the lazy it is always holiday.)

Our calendar required its level of sophistication so that Easter might be accurately calculated. By the same mechanism the Arab world achieved great advances in practical geography and astronomy so that the direction of Mecca could always be ascertained. It is a shorter step than it seems from prayers at Matins to the Taylorised world.

I have an early edition of Taylor's book on scientific management, from I guess 1912, whose cover is blind-stamped with a design depicting an axe around which have been gathered with a cord a mass of staves. This is the Roman fasces, from whence... you guessed it.

You may think that this is the end. Well it is.

Arkadelphia

2005-03-24T21:40:00.000-08:00

Arkville is not too far from here. Michael Ayrton apparently built a labyrinth there. I wonder if his axe had two heads.

It's speculated that the explosion of Thera destroyed Minoan civilization. In Jaynes' book he speculates that this was the historical moment that provoked breakdown of the bicameral mind.

Are there angels on the almost full moon from whom we can learn Enochian? Or only rabbits?

Dee wrote the preface to the first English Euclid. What is the connection between geometry and speaking with angels?

I'm looking out for the Delectable Mountain. It might be in Tangiers.

Both Charles Olson and Lorine Niedecker had copies of Brooks Adams' "Law of Civilization and Decay" in their libraries. It's probably a Pound connection.

The music of Jajouka is suspected to be, not an imitation of the rituals of Saturnalia, but a collateral descendent of the same ancestor. I have observed these birching rites on the streets of Prague as well.

Birds, bees, cigarette trees. We do not look for the essence of tree, as tree, in any of the specific trees around us. Nor in four trees upon a solitary acre.

When was the siege of Acre? Where is the holy city? Who drew the line and what hex broke it?