Thursday, June 07, 2007

Analect2.99x



16 May 2007. Misty sun, roofer's noise next door--sound of compressor--on-again off-again, breathing, but without the fun. Or who knows, perhaps machines do have fun. That may be it. The dictated edge...all points defined, lining ourselves up as well. Our selves. Freud's word: seele, soul. Translated into English as "mental activity." The problem already in place, reified. Made clinical. Die Freudlose Gasse--Pabst saw it coming. Geheimnisse einer Seele. Secrets--dark and lost. That which cannot be known. Keep a corner free of light, hidden. Burrow and grotto. The open plain...

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