http://anamediations.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-psychologist-know-about-
modal_10.html
Don't I want to etll you...
"death by flatus" gooGlesearch brought up Cecil, this
http://www.pep-web.org/document.php?id=ijp.054.0061a
Rogers, R. (1973). On the Metapsychology of Poetic Language: Modal
Ambiguity. Int. J. Psycho-Anal., 54:61-74.
(1973). International Journal of Psycho-Analysis, 54:61-74
On the Metapsychology of Poetic Language: Modal Ambiguity
Robert Rogers
Farewell, sweet phrases, lovely metaphors.
But will ye leave me thus? When ye before
Of stews and brothels only knew the doors,
Then did I wash you with my tears, and more,
Brought you to church well-drest and clad:
My God must have my best, ev'n all I had.
GEORGE HERBERT
The psychological insights of literary men are rarely phrased in
conceptual terms precise enough to warrant calling them scientific
hypotheses, though they may possess as much heuristic value. One such
insight about the nature of imagination centres on the idea of a
mysterious dualism in poetic language. Shakespeare tells us in A
Midsummer Night's Dream that the poet has 'seething brains' and
'shaping fantasies' which apprehend 'more than cool reason ever
comprehends'—a fantasy-reason dualism.
wead em an reep
At 1:07 PDT on 4/10/07 in 1289 bytes and thinking of an unhealthy
thousand pounder
Divizio wrote:
death by flatus ~
Wtorld girl iltoub
wead em an reep ~
jay no ml bonew
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Inspiratorially provoked by :
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On 10-Apr-07, at 12:28 PM, Cecil Touchon wrote:
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
It's pretty hard to imagine
me, an American oil merchant,
I devoured all this trash
[obsessively] eating
was unable to stop
[hopelessly] eating
My boss got arrested for his involvement
[perversely] eating
And you see me,
eating
My wife was about to leave me,
[while I was shamefully] eating
I detested myself.
more eating.
Pull me out of this horrible nightmare!
I'm afraid I am not able to.
[Then I found a]
ground-shaking weight-reducing mixture
utilizing electromagnetic radiation
[and] a set of mathematical equations.
My craving for food vanished!
Why don't you add yourself to the thousands and thousands?
You can get a really slender figure.
As soon as I get your willingness to comply, I will give you more
details.
The very sincere thanks to you, fellows.
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and augmented by:
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From: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Subject: I enter the phrase: Enduring the realm of inherent
contradiction.
Date: April 10, 2007 1:22:01 PM PDT
All To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU
Reply-To: WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.WVU.EDU
I enter the phrase: Enduring the realm of inherent contradiction.
Endurance: here, to subsist within for an indefinite period of time. The
realm is that of broken, convoluted, fragmented information.
Contradiction
references multiple strands tending towards differing and temporary
truth-
tables.Inherent, because this becomes the condition of existence;
outside
the realm of language, what is, is, but within the same, mappings are
fast-forward, imminent, and decomposable.
Fragment generates fragment; the goal of the fragment is the fragment;
there is no goal. What happens in the real is the incandescent
slaughter-
house; ecologies and bodies burn. The fragment is the life-raft.
The iron-clad fragment protects itself as ideology within the inerrancy
of
a text. The text itself is of little matter; what matters is its
command-
structure. An inerrant text is absolutist; it brooks no contradiction;
it
is nothing but words.
One word follows another; within the fragment, they are deeply
untethered.
The inerrant text constructs the digital world; the digital world decon-
structs, destroys, the inerrant text. The construction of the digital
world: from parts and parcels of the analogic, the inert real. The frag-
ments otherwise; the fragment returns to the analogic - is fragment pre-
cisely because of the analogic; in relation to the analogic; within the
analogic. The fragment is the passing symptom; the symptom is the
passing
trope; the trope stands in for the raster, the horizon of the digital.
What one says and does is irrevocable.
The fragment is endured; the fragmented is nostalgia for a lost and
mythic
coherent.
The fragment leaves the fragment, leaves language and name behind. The
fragment is the dream of the proper name.
"To fragment something" carries the torn world on its shoulders. Contra-
diction seeps from the torn. The hole dreams of the whole; the hole
dreams
of the whole dreaming of the hole.
This has nothing, has everything, to do with the slaughterhouse. The
slaughterhouse is the last of the shifters - meat and dwelling of the
shifters. Contradiction: seepage from the slaughterhouse.
Slaughterhouse:
the irrevocable torn.
*/ Who carries my voice when I speak? To where and when is it carried?
And
from where? And from when?
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just showing, [as possibly sew]
P!^VP
