anything is possible

The most difficult thing in art is to create something that looks entirely like itself. -gessert-

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"daphne with her thighs in bark stretches toward me her leafy hands," --subjectively. In the stuffed-satin drawing-room I await

The Lady Valentine's commands, knowing my coat has never been of precisely the fashion to stimulate, in her, a durable passion;

doubtful, somewhat, of the value of well-gowned approbation, of literary effort, but never of The Lady Valentine's vocation:

poetry, her border of ideas, the edge, uncertain, but a means of blending with other strata where the lower and the higher have ending;

a hook to catch the Lady Jane's attention, a modulation toward the theatre, also, in the case of revolution, a possible friend and comforter.

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spectral justice

the spectrality of justice within the etymological context of just-joust is interesting. I was asked 'Is justice a farce?' and I replied with the querent's earlier formulation 'justice is a spectral joust.' I would say the law is one expression of the socius comprised of different beings. their conflicts, compromises, and agreements within the socius comprise this 'spectral joust.' the law basically speaking cannot be situated anywhere -it can only be understood by reading its signs and observing its effects.

while this deleuzian analysis is helpful, we could also look at this from a marxian class-based analysis using historical materialism, from a sociological perspective, any number of perspectives. I wonder, why is the critical-literary argument so seductive? it rests not on material or factual information of the concept in question but rather on the intentions of the creator of a work of art and the impressions made by the viewer. it has a power and a certain intuitive truth because we find ourselves in a world of media, of image. Vlusser's farcical world is not a perpetual reality, but the one we ourselves live in. the very act of analysis is often a 'filling' with meaning, and there is the danger of reading into a text something that is not there, or rather, something 'farcical.' perhaps I should add: cyclical.

good day outside tribe of life and mine and yours yr so good + natural arms appeal and cause you're so close
close to mine and eyeing my face so i can take you out at breakfast time yes you're nice all so violent all so sure figured out
we be patient time for a nap and now ah if i could just fix the clock i'd take you out at breakfast time

wow, nashville skyline, sesame street, zappa, talking heads, buddy holly,

be in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not as transient things are--
gaiety of flowers. have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs and of grey waters.
let the gods speak softly of us in days hereafter, the shadowy flowers of orcus remember thee.

anything is possible.