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I'm Chris: Poet, lover of academy and porch, sidewalk and turning row. I am looking for everyone discovering her hands and camera trying to overstand the in between.

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"Civilization is entirely the product of phonetic literacy. As it dissolves with the electronic revolution, we rediscover a tribal integral awareness that manifests itself in a complete shift in our sensory lives....This new electronic environment itself constitutes an inner trip, collectively, without benefit of drugs. The impulse to use hallucinogens is a kind of empathy with the electronic environment." - Marshall McLuhan
literature:
Camus, happy and absurd - Loomis Dean, LIFE i12bent: Camus, happy and absurd - Loomis Dean, LIFE “Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire” “Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.” - A Happy Death, 1971 Camus, happy and absurd - Loomis Dean, LIFE i12bent: Camus, happy and absurd - Loomis Dean, LIFE “Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire” “Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.” - A Happy Death, 1971

Camus, happy and absurd - Loomis Dean, LIFE

i12bent:

Camus, happy and absurd - Loomis Dean, LIFE

“Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire”

“Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience.”

- A Happy Death, 1971

dialogues: ohhsweetwoods: “He lived with as many as six cats at a time: the ‘people,’ he claimed, to whom he felt closest.” Edward Gorey is my hero. dialogues: ohhsweetwoods: “He lived with as many as six cats at a time: the ‘people,’ he claimed, to whom he felt closest.” Edward Gorey is my hero.

dialogues:

ohhsweetwoods:

“He lived with as many as six cats at a time: the ‘people,’ he claimed, to whom he felt closest.”

Edward Gorey is my hero.

“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

—~ Jack Kerouac (via gatekeeper) (via spacecowboysfloat)
James Baldwin & Allen Ginsberg Albion Bookstore Amherst, MA. March 22, 1986 (photographer unknown) Allen Ginsberg ProjectJames Baldwin & Allen Ginsberg Albion Bookstore Amherst, MA. March 22, 1986 (photographer unknown) Allen Ginsberg Project

James Baldwin & Allen Ginsberg

Albion Bookstore

Amherst, MA. March 22, 1986

(photographer unknown)

Allen Ginsberg Project

Thurston Moore speaking about William Burroughs at St Mark’s Poetry Project Naked Lunch @ 50 in New York, 7 October 2009… Photo: Andre Perkowski via Naked Lunch @ 50Thurston Moore speaking about William Burroughs at St Mark’s Poetry Project Naked Lunch @ 50 in New York, 7 October 2009… Photo: Andre Perkowski via Naked Lunch @ 50

Thurston Moore speaking about William Burroughs at St Mark’s Poetry Project

Naked Lunch @ 50 in New York, 7 October 2009…

Photo: Andre Perkowski

via Naked Lunch @ 50

austinkleon: Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, and the Computeraustinkleon: Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, and the Computer

austinkleon:

Charles Bukowski, William Burroughs, and the Computer
“Language,” William S. Burroughs reminded us, “is a virus from outer space.” Performance artist Laurie Anderson adds, “That’s why I’d rather hear your name than see your face.” This metaphor captures beautifully both the power and the danger presented by the task of communicating the “flux of wholeness,” as Heather Raikes describes the rheomode. Raikes’ use of the rheomode suggests that technology might be seen not just as a channel for communication and performance, but more radically as the environment in which subjects serve as conduits for experience.   A virus operates autonomously, without human intervention. It attaches itself to a host and feeds off of it, growing and spreading from host to host. Language infects us; its power derives not from its straightforward ability to communicate or persuade but rather from this infectious nature, this power of bits of language to graft itself onto other bits of language, spreading and reproducing, using human beings as hosts. xxx“Language,” William S. Burroughs reminded us, “is a virus from outer space.” Performance artist Laurie Anderson adds, “That’s why I’d rather hear your name than see your face.” This metaphor captures beautifully both the power and the danger presented by the task of communicating the “flux of wholeness,” as Heather Raikes describes the rheomode. Raikes’ use of the rheomode suggests that technology might be seen not just as a channel for communication and performance, but more radically as the environment in which subjects serve as conduits for experience.   A virus operates autonomously, without human intervention. It attaches itself to a host and feeds off of it, growing and spreading from host to host. Language infects us; its power derives not from its straightforward ability to communicate or persuade but rather from this infectious nature, this power of bits of language to graft itself onto other bits of language, spreading and reproducing, using human beings as hosts. xxx

“Language,” William S. Burroughs reminded us, “is a virus from outer space.” Performance artist Laurie Anderson adds, “That’s why I’d rather hear your name than see your face.” This metaphor captures beautifully both the power and the danger presented by the task of communicating the “flux of wholeness,” as Heather Raikes describes the rheomode.

Raikes’ use of the rheomode suggests that technology might be seen not just as a channel for communication and performance, but more radically as the environment in which subjects serve as conduits for experience.   A virus operates autonomously, without human intervention. It attaches itself to a host and feeds off of it, growing and spreading from host to host. Language infects us; its power derives not from its straightforward ability to communicate or persuade but rather from this infectious nature, this power of bits of language to graft itself onto other bits of language, spreading and reproducing, using human beings as hosts.

xxx

i12bent: Oh LIFE: “Author William Burroughs, an ex-dope addict, relaxing on a shabby bed in what is known as a Beat Hotel.” - photo by Loomis Dean, 1959 i12bent: Oh LIFE: “Author William Burroughs, an ex-dope addict, relaxing on a shabby bed in what is known as a Beat Hotel.” - photo by Loomis Dean, 1959

i12bent:

Oh LIFE:

“Author William Burroughs, an ex-dope addict, relaxing on a shabby bed in what is known as a Beat Hotel.” - photo by Loomis Dean, 1959

lovehaight: Kerouac family in a bar, 1944. From left to right: Jack Kerouac, Caroline (“Nin”) Kerouac, Gabrielle Kerouac, and Leo Kerouac.(via)lovehaight: Kerouac family in a bar, 1944. From left to right: Jack Kerouac, Caroline (“Nin”) Kerouac, Gabrielle Kerouac, and Leo Kerouac.(via)

lovehaight:

Kerouac family in a bar, 1944. From left to right: Jack Kerouac, Caroline (“Nin”) Kerouac, Gabrielle Kerouac, and Leo Kerouac.(via)
william s burroughs collage (via zie! zie! zie!) william s burroughs collage (via zie! zie! zie!)

william s burroughs collage (via zie! zie! zie!)

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hollisbrownthornton:

lukeperson:

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about Critics

sniffed:

“Critics are those who have failed in literature and art.” — Benjamin Disraeli (British Prime Minister and Novelist. 1804-1881)

“A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament. Its beauty comes from the fact that the author is what he is. It has nothing to do with the fact that other people want what they want. Indeed, the moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist, and becomes a dull or an amusing craftsman, an honest or dishonest tradesman. He has no further claim to be considered as an artist.” — Oscar Wilde, “The Soul of Man Under Socialism”

“I didn’t expect you to understand me,” he answered. “With your cold American intelligence you can only adopt the critical attitude. Emerson and all that sort of thing. But what is criticism? Criticism is purely destructive; anyone can destroy, but not everyone can build up. You are a pedant, my dear fellow. The important thing is to construct: I am constructive; I am a poet.” — Somerset Maugham, “Of Human Bondage”

sniffed: Sam Haskins · Cowboy Katesniffed: Sam Haskins · Cowboy Kate

sniffed:

Sam Haskins · Cowboy Kate
sniffed: L’escalier d’Archimède · Michel Leiris sniffed: L’escalier d’Archimède · Michel Leiris

sniffed:

L’escalier d’Archimède · Michel Leiris