From: Ruth Chandler <R.Chandler@xxxxxxxxxxx>
Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2000 18:13:28 +0000
So if writing is pigshit
it is because it has become the false pretender that recreates the current
simulacra. -- More another -- time -- time -- Time Frame.
that was what i meant re Artaud etc- yes aware of poetic slides between the
neurotic and schiz poles-in embodied senses (and not all knowing)-would have
nothing to write if not- but i don't go with agency inthe middle of
machines- this seems to use a notion of the machinic as a seperate entity
existing 'over there' and not see writing within machinic relations as
abstract writing machine.
>>> Eurydice <cw_duff@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> 02/09 8:48 pm >>>
Dear list members. It would be nice if you edited your emails
before sending them back en block. Thanks. Easier to read. By far.
> i guess i'm still a praxis kind of girl-i wouldn't write online
--- Ruth. I see myself as a praxis sort of person as well. To reconnect
the agency of action is what interests me.
In whatever way. In poetry in the community one is a part of. In the body.
As I would imagine is the case in your own work. A long time ago Tristan
Tzara stated that poetry was a way of living and a state of mind as well
as an expression. Expression and living is what connects the praxis lover
as he connects his body parts back in to the movement of sober decision. -
We dualize daily - I catch myself doing this a lot - it's hard to see it
because by definition one cannot see the repressed - the secrets one keeps
from oneself - they evade and slide away. I think the neurotic writer is
the one who re-creates the agency of alienation effect without escaping
its repetiveness and its addictive qualities. Addicts, alcoholics and
others on this line of escape - the flight of the surplus energy that is
the schizophrenia we all suffer and live in - they have traced the exotic
paths of addiction and like the neurotic they repeat endlessly the same
problem. There is no getting off the cycle. They were attempting to do it.
Fitzgerald and his wife Zelda - the alcholic and schizohrenic couple as D.
says in L/o/Sense - there is a machine that is dangerous and produces
powerful results for years. But the lonely neurotic woman who cannot be
heard or seen for that matter unless she pays is put back in the old
alienated position of pay to be heard, rather like labouring to be whored,
rather like the old battle between labour capital and libido. Its all very
complex. So then we return to agency in the middle of machines that make
desire avery trespass to walk upon and explode.
admirer of many
lover of some