yeah I mean what sort of loser wouldn't like it. peace
― ROCK HAS BECOME A LAUGH (imago), Monday, 3 November 2014 03:23 (nine years ago) link
daylight savings hoos
― mookieproof, Monday, 3 November 2014 03:24 (nine years ago) link
*hangs loose*
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Monday, 3 November 2014 15:48 (nine years ago) link
THE PERFECT RELATIONSHIP
COMPLETELY CODEPENDENTHATE EVERYONE ELSENO OTHER FRIENDSLITERALLY NOTHING ELSE GOING ONEVERANY MOMENT SPENT APART IS POINTLESS BECAUSE EVERYONE ELSE IS AWFUL AND YOU HATE THEM"WHY ARE YOU NOT MY LOVER OR AS GOOD AT BEING THE ONLY PERSON I DON'T HATE AS MY LOVER" YOU SAYYOU SPEND THOUSANDS ON YOUR WEDDING AND DON'T INVITE ANYONENO ONE ELSE SHOULD EXISTYOU BOTH BECOME STUCK IN A ROUTINE YOU CAN'T GET OUT OFIT IS SO HARD TO LIVEIT IS SO HARD TO GO OUTSIDEYOU SOMETIMES WONDER WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR LIFE BEFORE THISWHAT WAS THERETHERE WAS JOY??YOU THINK MAYBE THERE WAS JOY WAS IT THERE?WHERE DID IT COME FROMIT WAS DIFFERENT YOU FEEL IT WASN'T LIKE THISYOU WANT TO TRY THAT AGAINTHOSE PEOPLE YOU KNEW ARE ALL A TRAIN AWAYWILL IT FEEL DIFFERENT AGAIN WILL IT FEEL NEW AGAINWHERE SHOULD WE GO FOR DINNERLET'S JUST GET DELIVERY
― linda cardellini (zachlyon), Wednesday, November 5, 2014 3:31 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― everybody loves lana del raymond (s.clover), Sunday, 9 November 2014 20:32 (nine years ago) link
welp that describes my last relationship
― tribe? de la? no "humpty dance?" (clouds), Sunday, 9 November 2014 20:39 (nine years ago) link
― jenny holzer, Wednesday, November 5, 2014 3:31 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― schlump, Monday, 10 November 2014 03:30 (nine years ago) link
Jenny Holzer would be a good ilxor
― Spirit of Match Game '76 (silby), Monday, 10 November 2014 04:40 (nine years ago) link
The sad happy couple's wallpaper is those words in a Barbara Kruger pattern
― Karl Malone, Monday, 10 November 2014 04:47 (nine years ago) link
instant classic:
I got IA at whole foods last time because they had a big ad on the outside of the store that said something like "Shop like an idealist." and I was imagining these rich Manhattan fucks literally fancying themselves more moral and idealistic people because they spent their banking pay checks on raw juices. I quickly got the idea out of my head, figuring it was a strawman. But then behind me in the coffee line there was this impossibly cheerful and tall and thin woman wearing that vaguely global village style of hippie yuppie clothing and she actually reached her hand up to the sky and did these soulful, dance like gestures, while waiting in line to order coffee, like she was saluting her friend the sun.
― my jaw left (Hurting 2), Sunday, November 16, 2014
― oh no! must be the season of the rich (Aimless), Sunday, 16 November 2014 18:06 (nine years ago) link
will never forget the time I was at the checkout of what is essentially the locally-owned chain version of Whole Foods in Eugene, Oregon (market of choice). ahead of me in line was a stock photographer's dream of a multigenerational hippie family: all dreadlocks and natural fibers. I'd noticed them earlier sort of drifting around the store, the children mostly unsupervised. As they went to exit after paying, a woman called out for one of the children: "Sativa!"
― rob, Sunday, 16 November 2014 18:16 (nine years ago) link
zachs post there not only recalls my last relationship but also my exs email style /:
― ♛ LIL UNIT ♛ (thomp), Sunday, 16 November 2014 19:01 (nine years ago) link
D:
still not living up to this d/n, need to step my game up
― jenny holzer, ilxor (mh), Sunday, 16 November 2014 20:30 (nine years ago) link
like she was saluting her friend the sun.
dying
― BIG HOOS aka the steendriver, Monday, 17 November 2014 17:31 (nine years ago) link
amazing post
― i did it all for the 'nuki (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Monday, 17 November 2014 22:14 (nine years ago) link
a few weeks ago i saw a guy walking down cambridge heath road by himself. he had A Look that was arresting, it was like troo 70s, huge billowy flowing jeans with wide bellbottoms, a - yes - v-neck tee - and hair that looked like a bowl cut had been allowed to grow out for a couple of months. he was about 25 or so, just cutting through the world like a ship unmoored from time.
― TracerHandVEVO (Tracer Hand), Tuesday, November 18, 2014 9:55 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― my jaw left (Hurting 2), Tuesday, 18 November 2014 14:56 (nine years ago) link
wow
― i did it all for the 'nuki (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Tuesday, 18 November 2014 15:52 (nine years ago) link
old but good, thx to Ned 4 revive
And as for 'Running From The Law' - that's a stone cold classic. One in a thousand rock bands ever write a rock song as classic as 'Running From the Law'. People dream fruitlessly about writing a song that good for every decade of their dismal lives, and die bitter, cursing their guitars, which, through the onset of the drugs administered to the dying, take on a haunting, ghostly aspect even as they lie abandoned in the corner of the room, half demon, half Donita, mocking them as they lie in their beds, screaming for even a tiny taste of the kind of inspiration that filled the rocking hearts of L7 as they wrote that classic fucking song. Yeah.
― moley, Thursday, September 29, 2005 4:35 AM (9 years ago)
― sleeve, Saturday, 22 November 2014 22:35 (nine years ago) link
i wonder whether if you're in a musical based on your life it eventually interferes with your memories, of everything depicted, like it's a few years later & you're remembering somebody you used to know or some night you first realised something about yourself & you can't remember if the whole thing happened just regularly in plain speech or melodically, surrounded by conspicuously fresh faced young people, under peppery torrents of synthetic rain
― schlump, Sunday, November 23, 2014 10:56 PM (Yesterday) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― Don A Henley And Get Over It (C. Grisso/McCain), Monday, 24 November 2014 06:39 (nine years ago) link
one of my favorite ilx posts of all time
second Ashton Marcus, the only poet I know of whose Collected Poems sequentially predicts the following century of poetric trends from modernist collage, deep image, confessional, New York school, and Language poetry. This was an amazing feat particularly because of Macus's autism, suggesting a complete and total inability to think in language. However, this languagelesness helped Marcus who, rather than focusing on authorship, put his efforts into brute force and randomly formed words together nonstop for 15 hours a day over 60 years, hoping that pure randomness would eventually produce poems other people would find comprehensible.Aimless--Marcus's lack of popularity can IN FACT be directly explained by his autism, as Hugh Kenner explained in an essay in the Partisan Review. The contemporary poetry's emphasis on philosophy of language holds that language is symmetrical with cognition (cf Wittgenstein's limits of language being the limits of his world). This is a very self-aggrandizing view for poets to take and Marcus--like Temple Grandin--often held that language had little to do with cognition and that it is in fact possible to think without words, as toads and unicorns do. Because this is an inconvenient ideology, comparable to Eliot's fascism and Baraka's anti-semitism, the LANGUAGE poetry cabal has more or less excommunicated Marcus from the canon.― ts smelliot, Tuesday, 21 June 2005 20:47 (9 years ago) Permalink
― ts smelliot, Tuesday, 21 June 2005 20:47 (9 years ago) Permalink
― Treeship, Wednesday, 26 November 2014 18:32 (nine years ago) link
oh yes, the response:
Hmmmm. Not having read the work in question, I cannot form much idea of it from your description:...randomly formed words put together nonstop for 15 hours a day over 60 years...My first question would be: if this monstrous ouput was ever culled, who culled it and how? If the poet himself was unable to determine what was comprehensible to others, then I would suspect there's an editor lurking somewhere, whose judgement played a particularly critical role - tatamount to co-authorship. Just a suspicion.Also, it has often happened that the then-current theory of poetics has excluded a contemporary poet from gaining exposure or approval, but a change in the next generation will rescue the poet's work and acclaim it to the skies. If Kenner is championing Marcus, then I would scarcely say he is being buried, but rather resurrected. Fashions do come and go. Cabals die off. In the end it is the poems that count most.Also, having done some work with writing computer programs for generating language, I would greatly doubt that true randomness could result in effective poetry, however long it was allowed to run. Marcus must have had some sense of words and meaning, however peculiar it may have been.I am especially interested in the question of editorial intervention, asked above. If Marcus was actually a random word generator, then he can't claim much credit for it.― Aimless (Aimless), Tuesday, 21 June 2005 21:14 (9 years ago) Permalink
My first question would be: if this monstrous ouput was ever culled, who culled it and how? If the poet himself was unable to determine what was comprehensible to others, then I would suspect there's an editor lurking somewhere, whose judgement played a particularly critical role - tatamount to co-authorship. Just a suspicion.
Also, it has often happened that the then-current theory of poetics has excluded a contemporary poet from gaining exposure or approval, but a change in the next generation will rescue the poet's work and acclaim it to the skies. If Kenner is championing Marcus, then I would scarcely say he is being buried, but rather resurrected. Fashions do come and go. Cabals die off. In the end it is the poems that count most.
Also, having done some work with writing computer programs for generating language, I would greatly doubt that true randomness could result in effective poetry, however long it was allowed to run. Marcus must have had some sense of words and meaning, however peculiar it may have been.
I am especially interested in the question of editorial intervention, asked above. If Marcus was actually a random word generator, then he can't claim much credit for it.
― Aimless (Aimless), Tuesday, 21 June 2005 21:14 (9 years ago) Permalink
― Treeship, Wednesday, 26 November 2014 18:38 (nine years ago) link
A little further reading would show that the amazing Ashton Marcus did not exist except as a hoax cooked up especially for that thread.
― oh no! must be the season of the rich (Aimless), Wednesday, 26 November 2014 18:52 (nine years ago) link
oh i was aware
― Treeship, Wednesday, 26 November 2014 19:02 (nine years ago) link
I mentioned it for the benefit of others who would not know the thread. I think the OP was probably paying a somewhat casual homage to Jorge Luis Borges.
― oh no! must be the season of the rich (Aimless), Wednesday, 26 November 2014 19:26 (nine years ago) link
i can't even write posts that good about stuff that is real
― i did it all for the 'nuki (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Wednesday, 26 November 2014 19:28 (nine years ago) link
i am especially fond of the indignation over the "language poetry cabal," as if more than 0.01% of the US population knew who charles bernstein was.
― Treeship, Wednesday, 26 November 2014 19:31 (nine years ago) link
any phenomenological model that challenges their wittgensteinian premises is as threatening to the people who lord over the canon as "fascism or antisemitism"
― Treeship, Wednesday, 26 November 2014 19:32 (nine years ago) link
just fwiw, i googled ashton martin one sentence into reading that post & the first result both disproves aimless's assertion about randomly generated language's poetic limitations, & vindicates ts smelliot's critical appraisal of marcus & the lyricism of his brutal & abstract language collisions-
Ashton Marcus (@AshtonMMarcus) | Twitterhttps://twitter.com/ashtonmmarcusThe latest Tweets from Ashton Marcus (@AshtonMMarcus). PR/Social Media. Fashion+Beauty Addict. World Explorer. Fun Lover. Girl Power Enthusiast. Passion ...
― schlump, Thursday, 27 November 2014 00:45 (nine years ago) link
twitter bots definitely produce some compelling poetry, although it's not, strictly speaking, randomly generated
― Treeship, Thursday, 27 November 2014 00:56 (nine years ago) link
fwiw aimless was right that ashton marcus's writing most likely wouldn't have been random either. smelliot says he couldn't "think in language" and yet he spent 15 hours a day wrestling with it. most likely he would have had some highly idiosyncratic way of relating to text, maybe one that critics couldn't access, but not something.
― Treeship, Thursday, 27 November 2014 00:59 (nine years ago) link
*not nothing
aim lesstree ship
― schlump, Thursday, 27 November 2014 01:25 (nine years ago) link
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNP-Wkgcyz4
― kobaïas fünke (clouds), Thursday, 27 November 2014 04:17 (nine years ago) link
ha ha
― schlump, Thursday, 27 November 2014 04:22 (nine years ago) link
just fwiw, i googled ashton martin
― Doctor Casino, Friday, 28 November 2014 03:17 (nine years ago) link
Jon "What did I do now?" Dipshit, cease addressing me, or you *will* sequentially meet me and Brooklyn pavement.― Dr Morbius (Dr Morbius), Wednesday, November 30, 2005 6:31 AM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― estela, Friday, 28 November 2014 03:31 (nine years ago) link
I see what you did there
― 龜, Friday, 28 November 2014 13:32 (nine years ago) link
D'oh!
― Junior Dadaismus (James Redd and the Blecchs), Friday, 28 November 2014 13:34 (nine years ago) link
That's all time, can't decide between that and "how fast could I KO this chicken shit hillbilly?"
― i did it all for the 'nuki (upper mississippi sh@kedown), Friday, 28 November 2014 14:31 (nine years ago) link
Yeah, those two are alltime hardman.
― put your money where the maracas are (how's life), Friday, 28 November 2014 14:33 (nine years ago) link
He has mellowed with age.
― Eric H., Friday, 28 November 2014 18:03 (nine years ago) link
Dude had a horse wastebasket that was full of kleenex, but he never seemed to have a cold.― put your money where the maracas are (how's life), Monday, December 1, 2014
― Face facts poptimism hacks, your a scam. (forksclovetofu), Monday, 1 December 2014 19:05 (nine years ago) link
yelling at the kids is not burning and raving at close of day
burning and raving at close of day is bewailing one's own mortality and how just as you're closing in on the wisdom and vision you sought, your time starts to run out, and your energy flags no matter how jealously you've guarded your powers, and besides the futility of the whole enterprise becomes more transparent and it doesn't seem fair because seen from the right angle it all seems so beautiful but the clarity of your aging eyes forces to you see both that beauty and its pointlessness
being mad at williamsburg is basically going gentle, because it's what all the olds do when they run out of the power to be properly mad
― The Complainte of Ray Tabano, Saturday, November 29, 2014 1:37 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― Kooki-Wan Tanooki (Hurting 2), Monday, 1 December 2014 20:18 (nine years ago) link
the other week i was in a cab stuck in traffic circumnavigating buckingham palace and having given up hope of getting anywere on time i was just staring at the royal-watchers and the victorian normcore-brutalist edifice itself, the political prison ceaucescu would have built if he had survived the coup
the royal-watcher population seems to be almost entirely foreign and oddly torpid, what is it they are hoping to see exactly? the inertial lack of the spectacular as paradoxical anti-spectacle, children scuffing their shoes, periodic commotions as tour groups in brownian motion are summoned together, that vast red asphalt tegument like the running track surrounding a soviet football stadium, a couple of praetorian squaddies with bayoneted assault rifles, the endless soot black perimeter walls delimiting an unseemly amount of hyperprime real estate that will never be realized
― نكبة (nakhchivan), Tuesday, December 2, 2014 8:47 PM (2 hours ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― death in Skegness (seandalai), Tuesday, 2 December 2014 23:35 (nine years ago) link
[apple polish mode] awesome writer is nakh, beautiful post.
― xelab, Wednesday, 3 December 2014 00:59 (nine years ago) link
funny enough i'm eating nuts right now and just had sardines for dinner so in a hundred years it's gonna be you me and the cockroaches begging for scraps outside the gates of the mormon robot city
― goole, Monday, December 8, 2014 7:40 PM
― (曇り) (clouds), Tuesday, 9 December 2014 15:51 (nine years ago) link
Trying to comprehend just how terrible a Flaming Lips album would need to be not to make a single list.― Matt DC, Tuesday, January 6, 2015 10:20 AM (49 minutes ago)
― Matt DC, Tuesday, January 6, 2015 10:20 AM (49 minutes ago)
chills.
― gr8080, Tuesday, 6 January 2015 17:10 (nine years ago) link
I agree with Hurting 2, but I might make a distinction is between a person who makes pickles whether over a lifetime or no, and a handing down over several lifetimes knowledge of pickle-making. the one year journeyman pickle-maker is different from the family of pickle-makers. Pickle-Makers to Their Majesties, with their carefully seasoned oak-barrels, their vinegars derived of the finest vintages of Burgundy vinegars, their cucumbers grown in secret locations, specific leeward riverbanks that catch both the morning and evening light but are shaded from the midday sun by the dappled shade of sycamores, the secret timing of their preparation, ritualised as entire religions, dependent on the cycle of the moon, the mansions of the stars, and the aphelion/perihelion distances of the sun, their hieratic picklemaker robes. The contents of the recipes split between nine unknown pickle men, matching the nine wise men of the east, whose identities are a closely kept secret, and who only convene at intervals of prime-numbers in cloisters inaccessible to all but the very poorest and most humble. their pickles so refined that only a few may be allowed to consume it, they only know the secret words to be uttered at a certain few, shabby establishments that will bring forth from darkened back room the specific gherkin or cornicon required.
One has the ritual and ceremony... and also reliability... of the early industrial, pre-machine age of notions of craftsmanship, and the other an individual and localness and non-guarantee of quality. they bleed into each other - would reiterate the hippie-morris intersect point about cold-war notions of apocalypse feeding into the need to be able to do things yourself.
I think i can probably make an argument of mobile phone companies being crypto-Hanseatic Houses or Guilds from the above, but i can't be aris'd rite now.
― Fizzles, Wednesday, September 11, 2013 5:12 PM Bookmark Flag Post Permalink
― celfie tucker 48 (s.clover), Thursday, 8 January 2015 17:39 (nine years ago) link
That Fizzles, a fine fellow
― The World's Strangest Man 2014 (Tom D.), Thursday, 8 January 2015 17:42 (nine years ago) link
absolutely jam-packed with striking imagery!
― xelab, Thursday, 8 January 2015 17:56 (nine years ago) link
yes very wonderful post. i say that as a pickle-maker (albeit a one year journeyman pickle-maker)
― marcos, Thursday, 8 January 2015 17:58 (nine years ago) link