Comments please from all those who swing a shooter from their hip

“I don’t deny that my client was carrying a bomb. But this doesn’t prove he was going to use it. After all, I myself always carry with me all I’d need to commit a rape.”

- 19th century French lawyer M. Henri de Rochefort defending his client, an anarchist, caught with a bomb.

Body Space

Rightly so has many risen to the barricades and streets of their bodies and have taken to their hands to change the (surface) architecture of their own 'urban' space. The abstract control always manifests at the corporeal level, or at least threatens to do so, otherwise it would not have the impact to control the/a mass(es); the bodies. Is the modification of one's body space a genuine line of flight (or attack) or does it play to the hands of an even more dangerous adversary; the machine sublime? The physiological nature of our body is not a result of the arborescent state mind (just yet) but its use, function and thus form is. Study the tensegrities and liberate movement; the revelation/revolution will be simultaneous inside and outside the confines of the corpus. If we choose not to do so, yes, the philsophy-state-archtectonic- mind (in its negative sense - is there another?) will change our shape and many of us will engage in the marking of the cattle voluntarily. Mark your deterritorialization, not your territory. Open up and close open.

and oh yeah, keep the trees alive, they let you breathe...

Few words from Brion Gyson

• "Language is an abominable misunderstanding which makes up a part of matter. The painters and the physicists have treated matter pretty well. The poets have hardly touched it. In March 1958, when I was living at the Beat Hotel, I proposed to Burroughs to at least make available to literature the means that painters have been using for fifty years. Cut words into pieces and scramble them. You'll hear someone draw a bow-string. Who runs may read, To read better, practice your running. Speed is entirely up to us, since machines have delivered us from the horse. Henceforth the question is to deliver us from that other so-called superior animal, man. It's not worth it to chase out the merchants: their temple is dedicated to the unsuitable lie of the value of the Unique. The crime of separation gave birth to the idea of the Unique which would not be separate. In painting, matter has seen everything: from sand to stuffed goats. Disfigured more and more, the image has been geometrically multiplied to a dizzying degree. A snow of advertising could fall from the sky, and only collector babies and the chimpanzees who make abstract paintings would bother to pick one up."

- Cut-Ups: A Project for Disastrous Success