a producer's dream

what time is it

His mouth,like an earth cavity.He dreams of ben-hurian dreams.Stillness.White curtains separating bodies.His hand:warm.Skin color:ok.
"What is this smell?-the surgery room" like burning flesh.At the end of the corridor, a windowpane cutting the road traffic and a crane, working silently and consistently.
The outside invades him through tubes and needles.Him, he resides behind his eyelids, below his brain, deep inside his chest.I see his little home depicted on the surveillance monitor.

V_tach/pulse_alert

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone
And I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Strobe lights and blown speakers
Fireworks and hurricanes
I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

white noise

it's not like a long death
it's like an extended funeral

coming of age

standard meridian is -30

exelon

a dis-mothered man
a grand/father
who lost his id
while loosing
his id

multiple narrators

Baudrillard on Collectors

Collectors evade the challenge of seduction and seek complete CONTROL: "He [the collector] prefers the possessive spell cast by a collection of dead objects--the dead sex object being as beautiful as a butterfly with florescent wings -- to the seduction of a living being who would demand his love in return. He prefers the monotonous fascination of the collection, the fascination with dead differences, this obsession with the same, over the seduction of the other" (Baudrillard Seduction 123).


http://www.thelemming.com/lemming/dissertation-web/home/collecting.html

the basis of emotional capitalism:the excessive desire to acquire or possess more than what one needs or deserves

beyond control/behind the mirror

how can we own when
we don't see
but we are what is seen
when we don't think
but we are what is thought of
owing nothing, not even our
self

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_zoo

ownership

Chattel, broad term, derived from the word cattle, used to describe all kinds of personal property. In law, personal property is distinguished from real property, or real estate, which is generally characterized by immobility. Chattels are usually regarded as movable objects that may be taken from one place to another, such as money, clothing, jewelry, automobiles, and household goods. Real estate, on the other hand, comprises land, buildings and construction materials used in the buildings, and natural resources found on the land. Certain objects that are a part of real estate may become chattels when they are removed from the land, such as cut timber or mined ore.

Narcissistic disorder as a social trait

The narcissist is obsessed with fantasies of unlimited success, fame, fearsome power or omnipotence, unequalled brilliance (the cerebral narcissist), bodily beauty or sexual performance (the somatic narcissist), or ideal, everlasting, all-conquering love or passion.

The narcissistic landscape is fraught with contradictions. The narcissist depends on people - but hates and despises them. He wants to control them unconditionally - but is also looking to punish himself savagely. He is terrified of persecution ("persecutory delusions") - but seeks the company of his own "persecutors" compulsively.

The narcissist is the victim of incompatible inner dynamics, ruled by numerous vicious circles, pushed and pulled simultaneously by irresistible forces. A minority of narcissists choose the schizoid solution. They choose, in effect, to disengage, both emotionally and socially.

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Before the anathema

deeping the needle in
substantia nigra, makes
a spider web tattoo
the eye is a keyhole
I try to see through
the pattern woven
and the pattern undone
one needs an outline
a frail path to run
rules against new rules
yet blaming the fools
locked outside
the key on the door
forgetting our coppe
working overtime