2/5/03

April 16th.

How do you base a poetics on the valorization of a total extinction? AHHHHH.

side note: Mark Strand seems to have found a way. It’s about an absent presence. Strand does it in terms of time. But Artaud doesn’t think ‘time’ exactly. He thinks of extinction in terms of force and non-force. The void, maybe, is the space between the judge and the judged. (Artaud seems to hold both places at the same time). Is it a question of poetry and poetics: depend upon and destroy one another.

nothingness vs. inspiration: Inspiration suggests that the poetic is outside (a muse, an exteriority, yadda yadda yadda).

Negative Theology: During the rationalization of Christianity, talking about God implies a kind of infinite, God is un-predicated. It is impossible to talk about him.

The void is a function of pain… Hmmm. I don’t think so. Artaud’s void is much more interesting if you don’t look at into his psycho-pathology (i.e. pain).

Derrida’s Writing and Difference Two articles about Artaud: Derrida says that God is a parasite of the unconscious…

black bag job n
an illegal clandestine entry into somebody’s premises by a law enforcement agency or a private detective (slang)

“Something very peculiar is going on.” –Dr. Weiss says, his eyes turning into lumps of curdled milk.

This model of creativity: Incapacity for inspiration, the void that drives him, the pain….pain n
… 4. somebody or something that is extremely annoying or causes many problems.

Theater and its Double: tension between a-formal and formal theater. His theater productions always fail…

paint·ed la·dy n
a widely distributed migratory butterfly with reddish-brown, black, and orange wings. Latin name: Vanessa cardui
Also called thistle butterfly

Judgment is one of the keys to Artaud’s pathological condition. Goooooood this is boring. There are nine window in this room.

The different that separates me from myself… if there wasn’t a pathology involved you could [step out of yourself], but here that statement has a larger significance. Shit man, pathology is always involved.

Glossolalia. Glossolalia. I lost my awful glossolalia. Pollock spit in the pit. Glossolalia. The fall of Christ. Glossolalia. Dawn has fallen in glossolalia. She talking glossolalia third person birds are part startled but what muts do to ruin tin tin the flood of shot bought caught da da da. glossolalia.

Ideas for a paper:

Artaud: My own private casserole.

Artaud,/ I wanna know/ how many worms/grow in your sperm?

Artaud, you are a so-so lover.

Artaud, bind my hands into a book, you devil!

Artaud is a bathroom stall. The toilet seat is obviously up.

Does Artaud ride a horse side-saddle?

Duuuuude. Pass the Artaud. That’s some good shit, man.

Bad French poetry is still French.

Sing me a song, madman. Sing.

Artaud is a turkey cock.

Turpitude, Cannibalism, and Artaud dinner plans.

Artaud was really a woman.

Artaud is a small swollen seed.

Someone carve the Artaud before it gets cold.

Artaud belongs in a Harlequin romance. He’s like Fabio.

This class is so ridiculous. I’m about to give up on higher education. .

Oh man. I want to cover my entire face with a large sheet of construction paper. Cut a hole for the mouth and start speaking through it. Look at me. I'm a muppet.

Twelve tones of music. You slip in between those tones. introducing non-musical sounds (or noise) into music. The question of the screen plays a key role in what constitutes poetry on one hand and music in the other. yadda yadda yadda.