le chômage , une reprise, coupe le son

colistier — Les affrontements—obus de mortier

nescience — Fern bar — superficies — En miettes.– Bismarck tower

anchura, tropieza, logran un hito, el plazo máximo, entregar

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sobrecogidos… Escribimos esta carta sobrecogidos por el estupor y una profunda pena por el asesinato de la defensora de los derechos humanos y ambientalista hondureña Berta Cáceres

… They have the fewest vertebrae of any fish…Unlike some other cockroaches, they do not have wings and are not considered pests.… Keyhole Blues pronotum

carrillos hundidos * quiza * sobremanera * tierno * sudor * las urnas * Las aguas sucias

David Hume, A Treatise of Human Nature, book 3 sect. 7. “You have the same propension, that I have, in favour of what is contiguous above what is remote. You are, therefore, naturally carried to commit acts of injustice as well as me. Your example both pushes me forward in this way by imitation, and also affords me a new reason for any break of equity, by shewing me, that I should be the cully of my integrity, if I alone shou’d impose on myself a severe restraint amidst the licentiousness of others.”

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cully, A fool or dupe.

In The Heat of the Night. Mississippi shot in Ohio — a similar effect to that of Eyes Wide Shut in which Kubrick shoots Manhattan in London. The style is Realism but it is shot in a location where realism is not possible, askew, creating this dreamlike effect, Ohio if it was Mississippi too.

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While the story occurs in a place where it is hot [MS] the film was shot somewhere it is cold [OH] […] the three scenes at the opening which focus on Poitier’s hands […] a SODA motif (Delores and fountain drinks –Sam, fountain drinks and pie– Ralph keeping Sam’s pie) […] trains and earth moving/ agricultural equipment– curious portrait of the cotton field with black cotton pickers and machines together in the rows–

A sort of interior searing pain (but no heat) it warns one away from turning further and begins a feeling of sickness in the rest of the body, which lingers even after the turning has stopped.

A tearing pain (but nothing being torn) and is almost a feeling of cold; as if a scab beneath the knee cap were taken off, ripped off, and raw skin exposed suddenly exposed to the air.

The feeling that the knee, formerly simply itself, like a stone is itself, was now a cavernous space- filled area of locking tubes with male and female parts, and the parts could easily become detached.

The connection between a pain on one part of the body to an unrelated pain on another part of the body — at times, like a triangle was made of the lines between them and between them and the mind — only the “acuteness” of the angles are determined by the sharpness of the pains. (The degrees of the angle of this triangle are determined by the degrees of the experienced pain.)

Their syncopation, where the throb of the one will answer the strum of the other, a violin and drum.

An accident resulted in a sharp pain which, nearly two months later, has diminished enough to inspire confidence that the diminishing of the pain implies a healing of the damage — then suddenly, but also gradually– it is gone and forgotten.

Hemingway, Islands in the Stream (pp.69).

Thomas Hudson watched them. Swimming slowly, the four of them swam out in the green water, their bodies making shadows over the clear white sand, bodies forging along, shadows projected on the sand by the slight angle of the sun, the brown arms lifting and pushing forward, the hands slicing in, taking hold of the water and pulling it back, legs beating along steadily, heads turning for air, breathing easily and smoothly.

Agamemnon, 88-91 english [Chorus]:

πάντων δὲ θεῶν τῶν ἀστυνόμων,
ὑπάτων, χθονίων,
τῶν τ᾽ οὐρανίων τῶν τ᾽ ἀγοραίων,
βωμοὶ δώροισι φλέγονται.

le givre… À travers la tempête, et la neige, et le givre, (*)

“Al volver del campo, almorzaré como un espartano y me pondré a trabajar, si trabajo puede llamarse reproducir en algunas cuartillas de papel todos los disparates que me han amargado la vida. El trabajo sería olvidarlos completamente.” (Altamirano, “Antonio.”)

The Altar to pity is said, in a footnote of my copy of Pausanius, probably to be the basis for the Ara Pacis, I said.

We should have Altars to Pity here, in this country, my friend said, as well as to concepts like Air, Dirt, Forethought, Rumor. No more people. Enough of that. Enough of people who did this or that. Altars to Dirt, altars to life, altars to stars, to repeated spelling errors, microbes, climate. Markers of what we don’t see that yet exists. (Perhaps Zeus is quite like The Atom, The Microbe.) Perhaps poems are all we can hope for to honor these things.

(Altars also to various other legal or latin terms, he added. I think an altar to 401ks would be good, and on the side there would be, etched in the marble, an explanation of what it was exactly, do you know? and of other financial and governmental terms and of technical existences still more obscure.)

The Body Casts The Vote

As a voter intellectually I may be decided — but there is to consider — that my body, who must actually cast the physically cast the vote, may not be decided or may decide in favor of something erratic and of something quite opposed to what I have decided.

I can’t intellectually will my vote to be cast– transfer my thought into the ballot box — and the body has a will of its own. And the will of the body, my friend added further, or what I might call One of its great wills, is that of total arbitrariness (which should be one of our altars too: Arbitrariness) — that of having decided deliberately to do one thing instead of another, but, in the event, “Doing Whatever”– either doing the opposite of what one has decided or doing what one has decided for reasons that are un-involved with, and not relevant to, and perhaps the opposite of, one’s initial decision.

Altar to Doing Whatever

Maybe the Will to Doing Whatever is not the body’s will but again attributable to oneself: it is a hatred or distrust of what one thinks, a disbelief in one’s ability to think. The thing you think is good turns out to be bad, and vice versa, and this happens again and again, this has happened so often, sowing distrust in your reasoning capacities and sowing “the will to whatever.”

There should be a god named Whatever and another called Thinks. And we should have, somewhere, for these gods, altars, said my friend. (Or even if they are only words and not gods, we should have altars made for them, altars beyond the words.)

cumplir –-desborda — decenas de miles— estruendoso “El silencio estruendoso de decenas de miles de personas caminando muy lentamente bajo la lluvia.” (*)

Nos vertus ne sont, le plus souvent, que des vices déguisés.

Our virtues are often only our disguised vices. [*]

The head, head, head, head, head, head.

Germany, Piketty continued, has “no standing” to lecture other nations about debt repayment, having never paid back its own debts after both World Wars.

“However, it has frequently made other nations pay up, such as after the Franco-Prussian War of 1870, when it demanded massive reparations from France and indeed received them,” Piketty said. “The French state suffered for decades under this debt. The history of public debt is full of irony. It rarely follows our ideas of order and justice.” [Piketty interview, from last year.]