The Who – IT IN Place http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace Fri, 30 Jan 2015 18:02:02 +0000 en-US hourly 1 https://wordpress.org/?v=4.9.15 Hanging Myself http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2008/09/23/me_hanging_myself_right_now/ Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:52:25 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/wp-content/archives/2008/09/me_hanging_myself_right_now.html studyinjoyce.jpg
Not funny really in this time of Infinite Jests, but maybe it is really exactly how I feel. I mean in the sense of eternal return, or Metampsychosis, or however you spell it and whatever Joyce was talking about…. I’m hanging the show. I feel like a worker… in the Marxist sense of that word: working on the ladders with the back into it. I mean to say that hanging a book is a physical act. I’ve been training for it like a boxer at the gym.. but my fucking thumbs are still weak for the push pins and the map pins and the pins and needles and needles and pins…..feel like a carpenter… feel like Christ crucified… stigmata on my thumb. LOL. music here is some odd Brian Wilson post Smile mid mad period song. Fucking lovely and perfect fit for my raw time lapse. More to come…

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the animated bunny is from Brian Raszka for The Library Project. The first image is of my archive under my house in CT where all the old days are stored… outdoors… it’s a long story… you should read the old days of the blog, etc…. anyways I made that shit to last and last they shall and fuck time and fuck space and rain and….

gee don’t I sound like king lear?

Well a house devided, etc.

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Pittsburgh Going Ashore – Pittsburgh Coming Aboard http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2007/05/22/pittsburgh_coming_ashore_-_pittsburgh_coming_aboard/ Tue, 22 May 2007 14:15:53 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/wp-content/archives/2007/05/pittsburgh_coming_ashore_-_pittsburgh_coming_aboard.html stellapit.jpgrelativityonion.jpg
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ABC is as easy as 1 2 3 as easy as Do Ray Me, you see?

Once I saw the changing of command on the USS Pittsburgh at Grotton, CT with my brother from a Bolex mother. When The Captain leaves the ship they blow a dog whistle and say: “Pittsburgh going Ashore.” It is as if the soul of the boat has left the boat. When The new Captain walks the gangplank, the dog whistle is blown in opposite progression and the Ensign speaks these magic jazz hand words: “Pittsburgh Coming Aboard!” and it is as if the boat is born again.

Me and Pat call melady Young Pas (or green onion in Korean, or Sly to the Midwesterners or Sylvie to you… etc.): Pittsburgh. She is the Captain my Captain. She is the queen of that little steel Swiss, but rusting Town in the middle of the Eastern Sea Board. I was throwing out all my old clothes yesterday and getting rid of all the wire and plastic hangers… nothing but wood is good quoath Pittsburgh and I concurred while wearing the buddhist Stettson and the silk guns and the Star Wars blasters still in the a tiny casket to be burried by the IRA somwhere beside the river Liffey. I tripped and fell upon a Bazooka shell full of old memories of Pittsburgh’s youth and there were steller shots of her as Stella amongst the stars and my street car named desire and some calling cards from old beaux and a shot of her leaning away from a dire wolf… him stealling kisses and trying to eat her heart out and I realize it is good to walk with pax but always have silk guns in a silk casket somewhere… the silent big stick as the Church on the Hill said, or was it The Mac daddy Author, or Ike? Yes Ike who I like if only because he said, “Beware the military industrial complex”… The king can speak the truth, but the wolves are still there… stealing kisses, and hearts, and gold, and souls.

I became quite green with jealousy looking at the explosive contents of the shell… and then I found a receipt for the first futon we ever shared and a letter I wrote to fair Pittsburgh in Pittsburgh when I was in the Tower of Pain and hats and song. It was not the most regal of things… a manic all night scrawl on yellow legal paper… but you know what? It was really a very romantic letter. It brought a single tear to my eye that dropped into the vast Atlantic… How can a shell hold such wealth I thought? For in that moment I realized that this was a contract signed thirteen years ago… So Why has it taken me so long to honor it and honor fair Pittsburgh?

… Because you see, I have been hiding in plain sight, playing the fool on the hill. Now it is time to wear the purple robes and take the crown that is mine. Today Pittsburgh. Tomorrow the world. It is my job to be her knight in shining armor coming to her emotional rescue on a fine Arab charger. It is my job to keep the dire wolves at bay. Hail Pittsburgh hail the Queen.
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I was at Freddy’s the night Sly Fox left for Las Vegas and I gave two guys my moleskin and said, “Make me a drawing, buy me a beer…sort of as a joke…and I went outside to smoke… when I got back they had drawn this and bought me a magic hat #9… it is names of the superbowl champion (two years in a row) Steelers from the seventies when I used to wear the black and gold slicker to protect me from the hard rain…. Coin see dances coincidences…. They were Pittsburgher… friends from many moons ago… reunited in the city on a drunkes Spree… fiddle di di.

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And So this is Christmas…. http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2006/12/09/and_so_this_is_christmas/ Sun, 10 Dec 2006 07:23:53 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/?p=828
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Libary collaborations are coming in and going out at a steady clip and I started on a new book animation in Moby Dick (oddly on the anniversary of Lennons shooting). Some exciting new works and new authors on the shelves of the library:
1 Politicalia
2 Raszka/Machine withnoName
3 CarolineVK
4 Bunabeech
Last one is captioned: “Anyone can be an artist” and below is a piece of a Potemkin Puzzle for Me-Jade.
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]]> Grand Army Accelerator http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2006/12/03/grand_army_accelerator/ Sun, 03 Dec 2006 21:29:55 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/?p=818
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Not the collision of images I had intended, but well, such is the game of exquisite corpse, even when you are playing with yourself (as it were). Plus taking the nephew to the Met and to see the Tree at Rock Center and obsessively tweaking this video (I think it was like ten minutes for a while and I’ve just kept crunching it down to a two minute guitar smashing feeling of violence and anger). I don’t like remembering the twin towers whenever I see the Empire State Buidling, or any other major New York Tower and I don’t like the feeling that this huge crowd could be vaporized in a moment of Religious mania. So open letter to the Grand Army of the Republic…. maybe you should try an get Bin Laden already… you’ve had plenty of Time and wasted pleanty of LIFE. Do your job Marine: Semper Fidelis.

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The Who's Next (or Greenwood Lifehouse) http://futureofthebook.org/itinplace/2006/11/26/the_whos_next_or_greenwood_lifehouse/ Sun, 26 Nov 2006 18:35:56 +0000 http://www.futureofthebook.org/itinplace/?p=811
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From Neuk posted in The Library Project.

They pull into Geneva and you can see the geyser spewing forth white water against the blue sky like whale spouting, of course and the mushrooms come and go and I think he has the rest of the packet in his pocket and is munching them to preserve the trip and distract the senses…She howver, has shopping to propell her like a ship down the avenues and past the bronze sculptures. She can smell leather at a thousand paces and like “The Importance of being Ernest,” her first line in Geneva is; “A Haaaaaaand Baaaaag.” He chews a mushroom like a cow chews cud and follows her like the loyal dog Fido.
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I went to a performance of the Sermon from Moby Dick that is being put on in the Chapel of Greenwood Cemetary. It was rather mysterious strange to return there at night and be led by lamp light up the chapel with music pouring fourth. In the begining and end of the show, the audience was more or less abandoned at the Cemetary gates (Keats and Yeates are on your side, and Oscar Wilde on mine, says the poet), but we didn’t feel like poets so much as Zombies who must eat brains. We settled for Polish food and great stines of German and Czech beer (for real cheap, so if you go to the Greewood side to visit the dead, stop at the Polish restaurant across the street and eat their mac and cheese type delicious sin). My associates for the evening were off to the other Polish neighborhood in Brooklyn (not Greenwood, but Green Point and I only noticed that they are both green the very second) for a party, but I was too exhuasted from the weekend and instead walked home. I put the i-pod to my ears on shuffle and Roger Daltry said “there once was a note pure and easy, playing so free, like a chord rippling by” and then the batttery died (it is an old ipod and on it’s last legs I’m afraid). The night before I’d used my odd sleeping schedual (I tend to fall asleep around 9:30 and then wake up at three, or four to write/paint/edit for a few hours) to watch a VH1 documentary on The Who’s Next album. I’ve been obsessed with Pete Townsends Lifehouse concept ever since I first heard about it and I”d always wondered why The Who’s Next sounded like the fragments of an opera. It’s kind of the next great unfinished psychodelic opera after SMILE. So I walked home more or less Coincidancing to the Who music in my head. I’ll post some more stuff on the sermon soon.
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Top is a collab started by yours truly and finished by Brian Raszka from The Library Project and below that is a start by him, going to Sonja I believe.

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