responsive listening

response to gabe's response to meghan's response to...

the assimilative tension of the typists; that the act of documenting is more absorption than listening frightens me. I mean, that we were becoming script (extracting the ambiguity of our existence) felt dehumanizing, but was more so the manifestation of an escape from our bodies THAT TAKE UP WHAT WE WISH TO GET OUT OF; ceaseless, agitated bones en/gulfed in eyes.

I can only transcend myself WHICH IS THE BASIS OF DESIRE by exchanging my voice with others, so really this is your words as I hear them, as I was able to find them in so many simultaneous circumstances of uncertain honesty

chance allows us to escape our boundaries whose ideological erection I take to be the function of consciousness: WASTING PHANTOMS. the realization of the body as scarred weirdly enclosed syndrome of familiarity.

when you translate what I speak is that a search for love or its locking out? because there is a difference between listening and dictation, which can’t enact the chance I just took in calculating my disobedience. but to record is a manifestation of trust, without it there is no silence TO PUT BREATH IN.

how can forms of documentation embrace its inherent erasure of the chance that went into formulating what it records? how occupy the analysis of an echo? or is my desire to investigate this page what leaves it behind? IS OBSERVATION INOPERATIVE? not with an element of praxis reuniting elements of conception with production. how? this meta-discourse is its own example, e.g. LABOR IS LIVELIHOOD

the image of the engine is the image of the artist whose writing is the labor of production; it is the record of a sought reunion that does not reify; it attempts a GOOD INSTRUMENTALITY, “a machine involved with itself,” where what compromises the work itself is the avoidance of working.

How do we record the act of not-working, transcribe silence as a social activity? by making a space for the space, OFF-LINE. WHATEVER LETS ME TOUCH WHITE NOISE, to lay bare my strings. an art-strike involves a transformation of voice beyond gender insofar as labor brings with it sexuality, creating the social currents of exchange, that turn the body into language into prey. IN BED OR ON THE PAGE, our positions are the same; on top, harassing,

when the only absolute is that we have been left behind how can you LOOK at SCARCITY? CHAOS limits CONTROL. To take a chance is a choice, is to render needs concrete. A border is a membrane. Is it permeable? In the form of a few bullets, for example?

HERE HERE HERE HERE the cold underlying WE shocked by the goal to stabilize its surroundings (which amounts to submitting to them). Now pronounce the ritual of this writing’s smile.

- Nicky