Listening, a bit like dreaming i guess, happens in the middle of a sentence. unlike the subject or verb (the object being but a container of anxiety), it doesnt wait til the end. (though of course not All acts is paranoid ..) the hour then is just a form of avoidance. This but is not what makes it banal. the invention of the Creative Witness is what makes it banal. and while theres some debate as to whether the first fetish is Yes, its pretty clear that those who say no have no idea what theyre talking about. Negation is simply Delusional. and anyway, it is Work that aspires to be the patient. the rest just want to Associate. (theory calls this Help. the police call it Shit (and coz assumptions is well Organised repressions, theyre right)) and Coz its all then so Messy, and coz it takes a cop to know what shes listening For, the Self is but just the Other Unconscious. you know, the Subject. (so much for .. ) so no surprises There. so if knowledge were less, Derived, would it be more .. what, more Charming? .. and while the witness is indeed a study in Form (and the Unsaid is more than a Patch on Beauty), this is not the same as saying its Depressed. nor should it necessarily suggest itself a type of Molestation. and anyway, why would you think of this as information? i mean (and i use i here as a matter of Style, as some acoustic neutral halfway between You and Ah, as a Theory, of what a bland might really look Like) .. i mean data may well Dream of Me (and someone someWhere may well call this Incest), but thats not yet anything that either of us seriously Need to Know (as if we was but a grammars Second Language, you know, the Said Effect, of .. so which of the, whatever, the Apples, is pathological, the Second? why, coz its Jealous, of the Alternative, of the Trauma? and all this because abstraction Fucks? and coz Mind is a particular Kind of mind, this makes it What? i mean the General is not the Victim here. (i mean the general is by Definition satisfied. (dear you, i love you, will you be my Price .. (the great thing about words, you can do anything you want, cept Really. the beautiful thing about facts is that they can be understood. this makes them More or Less redundant. and while humans may well be the only humans who can choose to be unpredictable, and this may well avail them of at least Some chance of being wrong .. i mean if language were less unconscious, would it be more, more, i knOw, would it be more Economic? (.. this is the difference between Fucked and fucked Up. i mean it doesnt Necessarily take a cunt to make the distinction, but .. and now, as to Confusion, that moment of grace when the same is sure the Same (though the same is not Invariably gullible (i mean in english the object is a Hostage (and this is someone who needs to Like the past) .. in English, then, the object experiences the subject as Hysteric. i mean ask Anyone .. and as the object suffers this, Betrayal, this dependent Accounting, ( .. i mean the art of context was yet to be invented, so god gave them Cash .. and as any transaction is just the deferring of compexity, is a serial practical joke, a sadist with (i mean the PastasStraightman has gotta stop. fuckin Melodrama. i mean the view from the top Always includes the word stop. ToBe thinks it has a sense of humour. it is afterall the classic transformative object. which is only to say that its a Name. (though of course any word will Do. and coz the known is that which cant be Thought, and coz its the Sequence of, of, of Notes that make it Whistleable, the Subject then is that name given to a style of Cop. the latin for this is Form. (Grammar, that which turns the Unconscious Negation into the Conscious Affirmation, the standard Addiction .. and as you is my unconscious, and therefore Lack an Object, weĠre left with the choice of whether this is a Symptom, or a, Field, you know, whatyouseeiswhatyouget, Sense, the successful defEnce (where you both blame it for not being something Else, And love it for not being You. This, as freud used to say, is Shit. (twodownfouracross two letters, It. the Shrink. (fuck, what Is this, some sort of private joke? (though not knowing WhoĠs, is of course the demand that it fail to Translate. (the past of Past, Fucked. ( .. the Subject, the amnesiac Object. Ashamed. Humiliated. iĠm bored. (not bad. whatdya call, what Is that, Haiku for Me? (though not All metaphors is Voyeurs. some still need a noun to make them come. so while thinking may or may not happen in, whatever, Knowledge only happens in English, and as english, as we all know, is Neurotic, essentially we resort to thinking coz english doesnt Work (Displacement, and then, WhyNot). so while its true the self is def a Cure, its probably mere the cure of You for Me. in other words, Why Not. i mean as far as illnesses go, it brushes Up, speaks quite Well .. so how long should this silence Be, long enough to think of it a Bully, long enough to celebrate Grace? i mean i guess its a form of malingering, this Being of an object (an idiom that could suck start a OneEleven if only it had pause .. she loved the law. loved being represented. loved pornography. jokes, well jokes were something else. jokes were too much like sex .. Latent. which is proper i guess for Question. as if it was lost in thought. a demonstration obsession .. so now, if you dont mind, i think iĠd like to be compensated. cash or plastic? .. dunno. which would you say had the better Proof? .. so is Two what three would call a Debt? i mean they put Time into logic for this very reason .. ok, so which has the Smaller proof? like you wanna use Less as the measure of More? too fuckin Much .. though of course not All facts is axioms. some decisions just Are. which is why god invented Lice. (other moments of proof include, Entropy, manners, a repertoire of compromise, Rehearsings of Desire (another of those tourist substitute cruelties (you know, the ones that come with descriptions of the way things .. unless .. unless of course youre not Expert in yourself .. the first thing weĠre Told about knowledge is that it has no unconscious. just a way of jumping to conclusions. while both singing and escaping what its Not. (i mean Really.) and what we Learn, is that complicit starts with a C. Instrumentalisation does not. instrumentalisation starts with its own fuckin Alphabet. that though is the nature of self cure. the byproduct is always a mind. me and one end of the stick .. i mean in the expression twoplustwoequalsfour, with whom do You identify? .. maybe if you hit it Hard .. the regressed object, the subject of some busted speech, a That which is uncannily Fingered, as some sort of Container .. i mean it Knows all there is to know. the point is to make it jealous of its Ignorance. and as the witness is now its Memory (some would rather say its this Process is its memory), Mathematics, the more or less random assortment of transitional objects, is a useful definition of absence. whether its as useful as cash is another matter. However, and this is the point, its nowhere near as elegant as Credit, and credit is what you have in Spades til you learn how to Speak. welcome to the Self. where saying nowt is the perfect way of staying mum. which is of course the perfect quasi panicked definition of Luck. or the Beat .. and coz learning is based on disappointment (which is essentially the same as saying that knowledge is a measure of entropy), the Object, in all Its expectant glory, is mere a way of harvesting this entropy and putting it to Use. the other word for this is News (which is filed somewhere tween coke and pepsi. (the collateral benefit of this summary is that it explains away the initial memory or experience, the Subject, as essentially irrelevant, its sole purpose being only to be Indulged, a la Price, you know, the quanta of Change .. i mean believe That and youll believe .. like if the ambition of language is to have nothing to say, to be Bored or transparent, to trade occasionally in finer points of law, is it any wonder then the bourgeois speak so well? and if of course Being Right is mere a form of Acting Out, a picture Petulance, (.. here there should be a phrase with the words Ego and Closet in some ordinary juxtaposition, but it is too hard to make one without demonstrating the WellFormed Framing prob, so its better left as a slightly used As Is. i mean its a bit awkward, coz its clearly Not Yet or only a paradox Wannabe. This, though, is what objects Do, you know, rabbit On. and This is how the subject experiences itself, as a form of Catharsis? i mean iĠm happy that its self sustaining and all, but .. i mean if You were designing a Therapy, would it ever occur to you to make it Stupid? fuckin stroke of genius. i mean its not Who, but Why does the music stop (though again the dead are nothing if not Privatised (and of course vivaldi is well known as a purgative of the poor from public places .. (so is music maybe better thought of as Artificial Trauma? (and as addictions are those things you cant let go of coz theys cunt invisible, and as traumas are the things you cant let go of coz theys obviously Seen .. and while frustration can of course be beautifully Gratifying (and this is indeed the charge of aesthetics (which is more or less Adequate .. i mean what is the advantage that accrues from the symptom being misunderstood? i mean the trick is to create that which requires neither desire Nor memory. i mean, you knOw, its the work that does most of the work. guilt is a Hybrid. of opportunity and meditation. Seriously .. i mean its like defining And by its Curatorial function. and as art is a sort of Rented Catatonia .. (one of the common fantasies of objects, is to be born yesterday. coz Yesterday seems such a Nice assumption. maybe slightly claustrophobic, but .. and Easily Irritated, but .. which is why i guess theys always so, Defensive .. now, while translating the subject into its Thought, is admittedly something of a formalist exercise, youve got to admit that defining it an Object was pretty fuckin smart. downmarket, but Smart. and coz nothing That smart ever had a Motive (cept maybe the cradling of anxiety (i mean of course Pauses Rhyme. though only with irony. i mean if disney were to curate a show on irony, would it look any different? different to what, a Spelling Bee? something something and the library of fines. and just imagine how funny that would be in Sanskrit, This That and the Thatettes. ok, so what did i Say? would it be reasonable to be jealous? or, how do you sublimate Listening, by having nothing to say? would it be reasonable to think of this as Memory? so whats the mnemonic for this, This? (whats the mnemonic for stop, Stop? just as well the minimalists here speak english. dear, you, iĠd like to think of this as memory. as if what, as if this were some sort of Mood? (it is of course possible that all versions of This is autistic, but theres just no way to tell. what Is clear, but, is that they Sulk, a whole bunch. which is a measure of something vulnerable, a bickering despair, a wistful loss, a sullen self defining moment, music. i mean shit happens when theres a failed attempt to bill the experience as symbolic. Heaven (the unconscious, the model of redundancy, the argument for incompleteness (so which is More psychological, One or Two?)), anyway, you know, Heaven, Projection, the law abiding Witness that couldnt translate Now then even if it Tried .. fuckin neurotic. i meam all habit Does is Confuse stuff .. dear, um, i think i changed my mind. while words do indeed manifest many of their Own, its the Company Issue blindspots that really are the most endearing. like the fact that theyre instinctively defensive around silence. which becomes of course something of its own obsession, what with its endless parade of manic Pauses and all. (i mean whats the fuss, a hypocrite is merely someone who has just forgotten how to count. though here of course, ignorance is classically Strategic. a stylish Hesitation ..) Symptoms, Facts, AmbivalAnce (and then something about how to avoid frustration, or some other placebo You .. i mean how lucky do you think context Is, Very, Almost, None? .. so no disrespect, but would you mind awfully if we considered you Latent for the time being? or, put it another way, when is it reasonable to think of the subject as a mere Detail? like the subject is more Karmic than its object? so the question as to Whosgoingtowininthethirdrace is more important than the Odds? well maybe not more important, more Fundamental? isnt logic Marvellous. (so, if Three was less of a Hypnotic, would it be more like Two? why, is three the Unconscious of two? like theres a Logical Link between them? (knowledge is therapeutic. and as paranoia is the highest Form of knowledge, its only proper that its as pragmatic as it is. (and as the past is just a way of making something Present (though it is true that neither of these constitute Knowledge .. they do however both do a fine line in paranoia. (indeed its something of a habit .. )) anyway, as i was saying, mirrors post date music. anyway, they post date lullabys. i mean ask anyone. which is the very Point of mistaken identity. you know, where everything is Fine so long as its not something Else. so while knowledge always aspires to be Assumed, unconscious, a form of Given, its also selfevidently Jealous of its Gift. (and clearly not All narcissists is masochists (though while nonexistence has no Subject (i mean if yous a Formalist), it sure knows how to Fuck ( .. blah blah Bitch and the Fictive Ignorance .. other uses of the word This, is eas.. so how Does one rehearse the role of subject, how does one Apply? and to Whom, the Statement? Read My Lips (as if AsIf was something less than Said), This Isnt It .. This isnt It .. sort of, Waltz time .. i mean the subject carries more words than the object (cept of course in german, which thinks solipsism is a Lubricant .. music is a professional blindspot (for its own good, i mean its for its own Good), so it manages a Reasonable tautology. (which is a bit like saying existence is a Sort of Thought (complicit fuckin bitch ..)) BorIng. or maybe just lazy. anyway, you can fill in the blanks. so, who Suffers from projection, the Poor? (i mean what comes first, Therefore or its Demonstration? (you know, that which comes between the word and its breath. (the Word anyway is a compromise, halfway between the unutterable and the just plain wrong. so, theres Learning, or, a Cure. i mean knowing what youre talking about is no Proof. and salting agency with Data .. i mean while you can obviously change the meaning by Intending to (though i dont know exactly what you mean here by While (course not, have i told you?)), i mean Basically a sentence is a Theory, or a run at theory. in this sense its just like the previous theory, cept Less so (though this lessness is here neither suspect nor subtle, just a grammar considerably more complex than the vocabulary it wants to play .. and coz its so almost Circular, its an argument that clearly aint that Wrong .. the Echo BrickWall liason, recursion with Attitude. and while grammar is just well intentioned Knowledge (you know, like the commodity and i Share a price ifandonlyif i Pay it), and if the answer to the question WhatsortofdifferencedoesamistakehereMake, is Arbitrary, and the error is purely Decorative, somehow innocently accused of Meaning, .. criteria. with bells on. its fun watching them cope. platitudes on ice. collateral, franchised Off the books .. and coz noise Amplifies its signal (though whether its noise or Context is moot, or Both? .. or, both (and coz the signal is strangely where you left it)), and coz lots of loops is Bubbles dontyouknow (feedback, the working point of definition, the well paid Ratio, and if the witness were invariably Unsuitable (as opposed to being statistically somewhere else (i mean the listener is too synthetic by Half, Wannabe Context oneohone, the Afterthought,