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selections from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels

WORKINGMEN OF ALL COUNTRIES, UNITE! Continue reading

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selections from Nickel and Dimed: On (Not) Getting By in America by Barbara Ehrenreich

No one ever said that you could work hard—harder even than you ever thought possible—and still find yourself sinking ever deeper into poverty and debt. Continue reading

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selections from Men Explain Things to Me by Rebecca Solnit

Feminism, as writer Marie Sheer remarked in 1986, “is the radical notion that women are people.” (122) Continue reading

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selections from George Bernard Shaw’s Pygmalion (1912)

LIZA. Every girl has a right to be loved. (102) Continue reading

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hambourgeois (n.)

a round patty of ground members of the middle class, fried or grilled and typically served on white bread and garnished with various provincial condiments.

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notes from Discrete Mathematics

front cover

T+BL-M/NRZ

PHILOSOPHICAL
ZOMBIE

DISC
RETE
MATH
EMAT

1

grace for Christmas meal
playing Monopoly w/family

we sort of sabotaged or infiltrated a subway system
with Dan we help immobile woman in pain
some guy asked me why Dan’s fake name didn’t check out, but laughed it off
Tori ****** created Mozilla Firefox
escape tram checkpoint with Dan
parachute w/Adam
shoes in the mountain
mountains made of linens
gust takes us up to top of mountain
amusement parks and roller coaster, a GIANT one
goes in slow motion, boy in bat suit says hi

2

psychic horse

3

(a, a)

4

CORRESPONDANCE

5

WE ARE IN CALIFORNIA ANYMORE

6

*A MATHEMATICIAN IS SOMEONE WHO TURNS COFFEE INTO THEOREMS

smoke & mirrors
Gaia/Ge/gay/day/dia/dios/Deus/Zeus/Allah/Yahweh
earth Continue reading

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notes from Mercedes Teixido

to quick to behave renderings
red circle is super concrete
most are first-trys
“all imagery is fiction”

BED
GRANITE
KNOW

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?”
“No.”

“peripheral thought process”

“evolution of my consciousness”

our time, culture, theories, place, family, everything that frames us… but is there something beyond that?

CAUTION
Do Not Stand at or above
this level. YOU CAN LOSE
YOUR BALANCE.

embedded. Continue reading

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notes from Artificial Intelligence

“gotta love non-deterministic powerpoint slides”

we need some new calculations here to make.
so smoothing.
so k.
so what we do.
evidence up to k.
so.

so in this case, i’m saying,
hold the other evidence.
this is,
this is written in a strange way,
as usual, we’re going to throw out
constant
say
true probability

well, we can say
we say
does not depend on evidence up until now
so we’re good so far.

hey!
that looks like poetry.
one straight line,
one curvy,
no more than one, four, three, two,
or seven words per line,
you’re hunched over
like something’s troubling you,
and you’ve let your hair grow
long with tribulations,
now, your poetic eyes has cut
me like a hook, a fine
licks my very soul. you
creative creepy cretan, curry
on, i have things to do
bye!

Computer love has stove my aching soul
More mystery there than any dead sea scroll
Elision, that exact thing I desire
My brain will thirst for it ‘fore I expire

Sunny sunny sunny
prior probability
sunny sunny sunny

“the bad old days” — Bull Continue reading

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“Word Stimuli” by Bob Perelman (1999)

I am split, it is written
parallel lines pressing powerfully together.
Past & present (which came first?)
–one growing more obvious all the time–
went down to the mouth, one fell in and

Facts as shrines, with the isolated object theory
just doing its job
alongside the soft buttery throes of word stimuli
like “war” makes Nietzsche excited
and “pity” pitiless.

The Bible, drawn & quartered, says what it says
in the silence of a public execution.
To get near the forbidden
description of the body, read
the victim’s mother’s face in the paper
examine the murderer’s corpse
and note the fall of clods in the field blown up by dynamite
simply to be able to get the seeds in the ground.

Inside this split, the body
with its secret names lies open
like a fresh dug grave to the Almighty
fathered by no one, thunder billowing through
the rent scenery to overpower speech.

In the cave a quick intense mating between sound & meaning.
White shorts & jogging thighs emerge pulsing as one
the Third World safely tucked away
inside some disadvantaged individual’s search for a meaningful form
in which to write
down his or her experience
or just hope the letter gets printed
in USA TODAY
cheap distribution good sports four colors and rapidly becoming dematerialized
because, because nothing.

Personal experien-
ces, one, maybe two
at a time. You, me . . . H–o–l–d it . . .
Photos, raisins, buds on boughs, nipples.
As anybody on earth has remarked.

Punctuation is all
what? Wet
slippery categories invite thought.
Milk it or eat it? you? that?
This is why we have minds

or, at least,
“I hear you.”
Off the record
is jungle, and Tintin grows up to be Claude Levi-Strauss.
There’s a whole thought back there, a series, a seminar, a sacred city rotting in the reruns, ruled by Hollywood gods or dinosaurs, bisected along external blame lines by Vegematic ads at 2 A.M. . . .

A mind shines
in the glare of its partialities
stares at views, monsters
hiding under boulders backed up on the image screen
matter married to tourguide, Sassooned doghair on vacuum needle, if only you see exactly what I

Personal, Plural, inside the meat, no middle terms, eternal, exterminisim, fried life, the ratings war with Russia, the Gap, over here, me, the one in the mind, orgasm right on the vinyl, live, almost, the machine with a brain, the slogan that uses words.
Rocks, submerged
set spoon to river in a jumprope rhyme
laundry hanging out back, Jack
so your mother’s still around you, literally, with commas for sense organs, meal-like adjectives, lack of self ad worship the serfs, literary examples toiling in the over-sexed landscape. Continue reading

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notes from chem1b

i got a B- in this class. Continue reading

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