Changeling
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I am Dolphin/Mer boy. It's not my first choice.
She has given us a knife: here it is, see it is very sharp. Before the sun rises you must plunge it into the heart of the prince; when the warm blood falls upon your feet they will grow together again, and form into a fish’s tail, and you will be once more a mermaid
The two groups of biologists pooled information and, at first, it was believed the mammals had died through sonic 'blast trauma'. In American cases, this was presumably from exercises by the U.S. Navy, and in Scotland, from powerful air guns used by oil rig technicians to detect undersea caverns. This theory, however, was dismissed after further examination of the bodies revealed that the frightful injuries - broken ribs, imploded lungs, crushed livers and massive internal bleeding - could only have come from prolonged, focused attacks.
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Oliver
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Toniok
Chucho -
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Chilly Jay Chill
Since I couldn’t find the Chang and Eng sock puppets from Trash Humpers (hopefully commercially available by next Halloween), this year I’m dressing up as the decapitated and sun-bleached head of David Bowie.
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David Ehrenstein
I'm going as Fukan Dogan
a U.S. citizen murdered by Israel for reasons outlined in this blogpost
http://fablog.ehrensteinland.com/2010/06/12/fait-diver-israel-chokes-and-goes-home/
This is modern horror at its most smugly delivered. Victims are picked at random -- and the perps literally float away.
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Laurabeth
for my costume . . . i’m sunday morning .
i have no grief with anyone . i am living subtly, but feeling like i’m on the cusp of an era . i inspire hope, and i hope .
this is what i am, this time, this year .
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Alan
This year I’m just going as myself.
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Steven Purtill
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Pisycaca
Dear DC and distinguished locals,
My name's Frank Pedra. I'm a zombie stone and I love all things Halloween.
I love graveyards and ghosts.
Happy Halloween everyone!
Love from Xet and Montse
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Colin
I feel like I maybe came in this same costume last year, but since that's what I used to do as a kid anyway, always a skeleton because we'd ruined that track suit anyway so why not, to my shame and embarrassment, it feels right to re-hearse that feeling.
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Creative Massacre
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Bill
Interactive version:
http://userwww.sfsu.edu/~whsu/Processing/Spiders/
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Plexus
for Halloween i wanna be the razorblades my father baked into their muffins.
for Halloween i wanna to be the cock and the asshole before we ever met.
for Halloween i wanna be whatever was in the trash that day.
for Halloween i wanna be the gay teen you drove to suicide.
for Halloween i wanna be a pot large enough to boil your head in.
i want to be rape. i want to be blood.
i want to be a lot of things but i'm tired of being terrified.
that night is no different from any other.
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Bernard Welt
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German Scalona
dasbald: to maggot or no to maggot, when we shuffle off this mortal mask.
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Dan Callahan
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James Greer
I'll be coming as Robert Pollard, whose birthday is Halloween.
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stephen
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wolf & tender prey
haha, mayhap you'll notice i'm getting less and less scary as years pass...
but here goes: that's me on the left and marc/tender prey on the right. to be honest, not super halloweeny but screw it, i just couldn't resist the temptation of sending you that pic, which is one of my favourite finds on the net.
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JW Veldhoen
Going as Myself (In Costume)
by the Evil Ghost of JW Veldhoen
In melancholia, it is the ego itself.
Encased in goop, thickets waded, the lintel broken, the wainscot unpainted, the windows are shattered, and the wind rashes, this room is a hundred lashes for playing too loud, so don't play too loud, a whip of a dishcloth, a bar of soap, smack your head goes, the dead go. I am a ghost for Halloween this year. Transitive verb: to break apart or in two: separate by or as if by violence or by intervening time or space. People are dreaming right now while I am awake. Wittgenstein posed that here is always somewhere else.
I would rather haunt you than any other, I really like you. I don't mind if you don't respond, it is just nice to have someone, to have someone like you. I was once a man of letters. I think Aristotle and On Interpretation is the first thing to read, and learn about something called the law of the excluded middle, the fallacy of the excluded middle, a different concept, might have had application to my life, had I paid attention in gymnasium. As for appearances, what can I know about the outside of things? What can anyone? Maybe some are more perceptive than others, and may have better technique, or a differing apparatus to discover contours. I can only know depth. I have no comprehension for surfaces, myself. I can only know volumes and thresholds.
Reading Against Neaera and about autonomous societies, the enlightened Greeks killed faggot radicals, and tried old women for moral indecencies carried out in youth, and kept slaves, capitulated to foreign traders, outsiders, all while maintaining the best rhetoric money could buy. Proof of a hole is a logical fallacy. Read Against Epistemology if you want to encounter justifications of the existence of non-existence. It is like when people talk about public policy holes, or holes in discourse. Lacuna is the Derridean valence. The history of ideas is just that, finding and describing how different people manage to say the same thing. There is discovery, and creation, but both are only what they are in relation to ideas, or properly speaking, Idea. It is more useful to read historical skepticism like Leszek Kolakowski, metaphysics is opposed to technology, while epistemology employs techne like a boss. Read Against Bosses, Against Oligarchies by Richard Rorty, do you see a theme of "against" here? Protestantism run amok, icon smasher. Or is this dialectics? I am thinking of a topic with reference to definition, the Gettier problem, or JTB (justified true belief), or yeah, the cow in the field. In dramas when a character witnesses a ghost it is always so important for them to have confirmation through another witness, as though finite definition, validation, constitutes the experience of sight, and disposes of the figment. Another reading along this line is Against Method. Musicality is not a method, but a forgotten notion. The novel was the last place for this musicality to develop. Within the narrative form one finds a polyphonic architectonics not so different from music, filled with what Jacques Ranciere calls the “sentence-image" that he sees in cinema, from Robert Bresson and Jean-Luc Godard. I agree with what Ranciere says about Gustave Flaubert, and listening to prose in order to see the visionary ecstatic of The Temptation of St. Anthony.
One night I went to St. Mark's and got a book called Babyfucker by Urs Allemann. It won a prize named after Ingeborg Bachmann, whom everyone had been reading in New York for a few years. I generally don't like the movies, people recommended them to me as a distraction, but that is most often time poorly spent, as far as I am concerned. Unless the film promised me something besides a story, and they usually did not, I was bored at the cinema. I read a lot. Less morality in reading. Anyway, on the subway a woman asked me if I was German, looking at the bi-lingual translation in my hand, and I said no, I was reading the translation, and then I had to explain what I was reading. Embarrassing, given the title, but a total icebreaker! She looked very German, high cheeks and blue eyes, blond and probably over six feet tall. She explained that she had been a model, and had moved twenty years ago (she looked 20) from Berlin, and was now a manager in a restaurant. Definition is actually the problem *the problem of problem*!!! Against method, bosses, oligarchies, epistemology in general. But what do I know? It seemed while reading Babyfucker (I left it on the train!), the polyphonic novel has gone, an experience similar to reading Malloy. The architectonics of sound still quavers through the writing (Slavoj Žižek might call it atonality), but sounds, plural, are not so much there, echoes maybe, but no baby screams at least, the babies don't scream. One has to see ecstasy with one's ears.
This is a bit heavy going, but constructive proofs, and proof in logic, and math, has to do with explaining existence, not its counter, which is intuitive, and sensible (sensibile). The main difficulty in proving a hole is that it is only an appearance, this relates to the law of the excluded middle. My reference to number theory is Øystein Ore, his interpretations ran from Galois connections and latices, and to a laisified field of existence as in Alain Badiou's descriptions of ontology. Jacques Roubaud says it is intuitively like going for a walk, and Jean-Jacques Rousseau's book about the solitary walker implies the same ordering rationality to movement, and to the creation of space. Comparing much older conceptions of space to the modern city raises the question if it is in material or perception that one locates mentality, and if one can locate it, is mentality a place, or a time, or a sense of place, or a sense of time? The divide between punctum or signum in Aristotle (all that walking around, you keep bifurcating, walking up ladders and sliding down snakes), stems from the idealist One of Plato. It is easy to forget how Freud's variegating disorders all begin with one revolutionary discovery. To analogize, imagine a fabric made up of holes. People mistake nullity for nothing, rather than taking it simply for what it is, fabric (fabrica is the Roman word, and describes manufacture and presence).
The Indian mathematician Srīnivāsa Rāmānujan made a profound example of how mental space and mental time find abstract and yet determined material form, his functions have made way into string theory and crystallography, describing infinite worlds nested in worlds. We can describe these worlds within worlds in many ways, as folds, or categories, like those used for music in Boethius' De Musica, and description itself might be spoken of as a consolation, like speaking to a beautiful woman, for instance. Puncture is punctuation, the pricks of prose (fewer kicks), little breaths, tiny deaths, punctures in discourse, make a fabric of holes, like cutting too many eyes into a white sheet for a ghost costume on Halloween, so that no sheet remains, only a ghost. Philosophy can use the common language of allusion, can be literary, and writing, like speaking, can pontificate and pumpkinify. Experience is somewhat separate from these things, but only if you want it to be. Experience is somewhat separate from these things, but only if you want it to be. I love a photo by Helen Levitt, an illustration of Leibniz in Manhattan that you should look at, and go to see Enter the Void.
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p.s. Hey. So the Halloween party is on. The second batch of guests will arrive tomorrow. Thanks a lot, everyone, for showing up, and, you know, enjoy your heads off, I hope. 'Them' went really well last night. I guess I'll say what there is to say about that to Itmpw below. Also, Yury's carte de sejour (French work visa, in a word) was renewed for another year today and quite easily, so two victories, and things are good. ** Bill, Hey, B. Thanks, man. Nice fog add. Everyone, the mighty Bill adds this cool ditty made by one 'grey room' to yesterday's fake fog festival. It's real nice. Give it a look. ** David Ehrenstein, Good morning, Mr. E. Another excellent two adds. Everyone, Mr. Ehrenstein has another foggy filmic sequence in mind re: yesterday's post, and it's Antonioni-made, and it's waiting for you here. And then there's his favorite fog poem, and it's .. right... here. Really interesting stuff about George Stevens. I didn't know any of that. Big thanks, of course. ** JoeM, The not knowing where you're going can be a really positive thing, in my experience, as long as your driven to write. The drive is all you really need, I think, and then just aim for the exciting, right? So, that's excellent news to me. On the goat thing, yeah, it's definitely troubling for me, but I guess I wouldn't be involved if it wasn't at least as troubling for me if not more so than it is for the audience. One thing is that the goat's death would have either ended up lost in spices and sauces in someone's stomach or in our piece where the death/murder of the goat is quite forcefully made clear and very real to the viewers. It's complicated, and it's troubling, yeah. ** Plexus, Hey, G. It was a totally beautiful word. And of course much more so now that it's translated. I bow. Yeah, it's interesting because even though I think the audience is getting the point of 'Them', the younger people don't get the clear AIDS theme so much, and they seem to be relating it to the spate of gay bashings of late, which the piece is about too, I guess. It's interesting. We're going to try to make a really good, pro video recording of the piece this weekend or next week, so hopefully you'll get to see it in that way at least for better or worse. No one tried to kill me afterwards, which was good, How are you today? Have you found any new intricacies in the car wash gig? Love to you, Gabe. ** Robert-nyc, It would be swell to see you before the show on Saturday if you can swing it. And thanks a lot for warding me off Superstitions 'cos I would have gone had you not made going so unappealing. Weird. But the Steampunk one for absolutely sure, I think on Wednesday. Thanks again, Robert, and I guess I'll see you tomorrow. ** Steevee, At this point, I don't think you need advance tickets. It's not sold out that night. If it's easy, you might get one early just to be safe, but, at this stage, there are still plenty of seats for that show. I take forever to answer FB mail, so maybe your guy is like that too. ** The Evil Ghost of JW Veldhoen, I don't think the mist made it down to SoHo. ** Blake Wood, Hey, Blake! You're here? That's a very cool coincidence. I'll email you my number today. It would be excellent to see you, and I'm a big fan of Salem, so obviously it'd be cool if they want to come see the show. ** Alan, Thanks. Went pretty okay, I think. ** Heliotrope, That is a big bummer. Ari Up: RIP. Yeah, really sucks. ** Frank Jaffe, Guess you're well on your way here by this early but late (for you) time of the morning. Can't wait to finally get to meet you, man! Congrats on the activism event. I'll watch the video a bit later. Everyone, d.l. and general wunderkind Frank Jaffe has an alert (in his own words): 'We had this awesome activism event on the 20th for the whole anti LGBTQ Bullying thing and you can see video coverage of it here. I talk in the first 20 seconds or so :)' Check it. ** Nb, Hey, man. Thanks a lot for coming, and of course I'm really glad you liked it. Actually, I don't know why, but the goat should smell less goaty by Saturday. Or that's how it's happened before, and I don't think they sprinkled with cologne. But all bets are off. See you tomorrow. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. The doomy piano was too, I don't, Elvira or something. Yeah, the goat is meticulously defrosted before the show, blow dried, fluffed, and all kinds of disturbing things. I used to think I was going to win Publishers Clearing House too. But I was little, and I think someone lied to me and said if you were a writer, you had a much greater chance of winning. So, it sounds like you're feeling much better, unless you were commenting with a stuff upper lip. Priceless dialogue there, man. And you wonder why I'm so into your writing. Well, if you do wonder. That was presumptuous. SAW, you mean that new 3D one? I'm wary as hell of it, but maybe they dug deep and found something that was left. My day: Let's see ... I worked on my novel just a little. Went okay. I walked around in SoHo looking for food to buy 'cos the refrigerator here was yawning, and I found some vegan dumplings and noodles and stuff like that, which will do. Then I walked up to PS122 where we ran through a few parts of the show and figured out 'the bow' 'cos Ishmael likes his post-piece bows to be very organized. And then we all just kind of killed time and fought off nerves or whatever until show time. It was totally sold out, which was cool, and so there were people sitting on two sides of the piece 'cos there are these side-bleachers for when the audiences are big. So there were people sitting right behind me while I read/ performed, 'cos I stand over on that side of the stage. The show went really well. Everybody was just sort of really on it, I think. And the goat thing was intense, but nobody walked out or freaked out or anything, as far as I can tell. The weirdest, coolest thing is that we got a standing ovation. Nothing I've ever been involved with or done on my own has ever gotten a standing ovation before. That was really amazing. I'm sure it'll never happen again, but it was very trippy. Afterwards, there was a kind of party/ reception, so I hung out there talking to people I didn't know and some old pals, and everyone seemed very into the piece. I don't know, it felt kind of triumphant, and, yeah, I feel very happy with the piece and everything, and I think all of us were pretty blown away by how well it went. We'll see how it goes from here on out. I'm really dreading that we have two shows on Saturday night. That's going to be very tough, not for me, but for the performers because it's a very physical and taxing piece to perform. So, yeah. Nb and No more teenagekicks aka Mark Doten were there, and I left with them. They got something to eat, and I walked back here 'cos I needed to get up early, today being a long day. So, it was a pretty good day, I think I can say with, uh, authority or whatever. Now it's Friday. How was yours? ** Sypha, Ha ha, yeah, sorry. But sort of fucking a dead goat is, I don't know, very dark at least. I've read 'Dracula' but not 'Frankenstein'. Curious to hear from you if I should. ** Laurabeth, Hey, Laura! See you tomorrow! ** Misanthrope, It went good, yeah. Cool. Damn, on the hotel charges. I was really hoping. Damn. Taking the kids to NYC for Xmas is an awesome idea, obviously. Little Show too, right? No, fisting is what keeps me slim, and rimming is what keeps me ... uh, happy? Good day, dude. ** Tomas, Hey, T. I'm back there on the 31st, and after a day or so of getting through my jetlag, I'm way game for seeing the Larry Clark and Basquiat shows with you, definitely. 'E' me, and I'll 'e' you. ** 'Stoopid Slapped Puppies', Hey, Nick! It went okay, yeah, thanks. Dance is tough, and 'Them' is really a dance piece, if it's anything. But Ishmael's choreography is very graceful/rough and kind of real in as much as dance can be real, I think. It's very emotion-based. I think they call the sort of dance tradition he comes out of 'contact improvisation'. It's very based on how each performer's body looks, moves, etc., as opposed to making the performers align their movements with a preset, strict structure. It's hard to describe. Maybe I'll be able to put some clips up here at some point, and you can see. Very glad to hear your life there is contented. Very, very glad. And that you feel content and can still write. Contentment can be a writer's least best friend, obviously. But when you can get the muse and a kind of feeling of serenity in league, it's the fucking best. You have a really great weekend too, man. Love from me. ** David, Clothes shopping is just my idea of hell on earth. ** Will Decker, Hey. That is a very good piece on the French strikes. Let me pass it on. Everyone, Will Decker shares this piece by Alexander Cockburn on the strikes/ protests going on in France right now, and I think it's quite a good read on the situation, if you're interested in figuring out what exactly is going on over there. Highly recommended, in other words. Granted, I'm living in France right now, and I'm built the way I'm built, but I'm feeling very positive about the future right now. I think there's a big disruption going on, a real release of very ugly and some very positive things simultaneously, and I feel like it going to end up swinging in a good direction, although getting there could be quite painful. Anyway, thanks, Will. ** Colin, Thanks a lot, man, and I'm glad the fogs crept into you. ** Okay. Have a great first day of the weekend's party. I'll go do what I'm going to do, and I'll be back to refill the place tomorrow. Take care.
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