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i'm inclined to believe in anything max ernst believed in enough to chop them up. so i believe in those images you posted baraka. i really do.
as for natas...uh...
lately i've been amusing myself with the idea of daimones. they were an athenian construct, and were understood as a kind of semi-being that would take shape more or less as a function of entropy. they worked like a materialized chance, but also enabled a kind of account for how it is that chance can appear to fuck with you. you'd think that chance would be neutral, like the random shuffle function was in itunes before they changed it so it would appear more random by being less random. daimones would take shape and break up--like faces in clouds i suppose---anyway they didn't stick around long--they could make things work out unexpectedly or head south despite your best efforts. they did things when the gods were too busy turning each other into trees or whatever they did. i like the idea quite alot.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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