garden of earthly delights

I finally attempted to watch Fatal Attraction , after talking about it for weeks, as if it were the final piece I needed to understand Aase Berg's Hackers (tr. Johannes Göransson). As if I needed to watch this to engage Berg's lineage, her feminism, her need to be inside that which she needs to destroy. Well, I couldn't access the movie online. Whatever, let there be lost (deformed) in translation--I already carry my bastardizing horoscope of English letters with me wherever I go--of Berg's history: Fatal Attraction, Titanic, Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, Chelsea Manning, Valerie Solanos, Natascha Kampusch, Teeth, Malaysia Airlines Flight 370, Hackers, The X-Files (and various others listed at the end of the book).  I do not want to center the hermeneutics of Hackers --I want something like performance. If I can say that. If performance is when a form comes into its own. If the form of this book is the indistinction between parasite and host. If the form of this book is...

This is another invitation. Another zoom. I will be reading in the Citywide Undergraduate Poetry Festival, at Columbia College Chicago. I've copy and pasted the information below. I do not know anyone who is reading in this, but I bet they rock.  Join Zoom Meeting https://colum.zoom.us/j/ 94630804969   Meeting ID: 946 3080 4969 One tap mobile +13126266799,,94630804969# US (Chicago) +16468769923,,94630804969# US (New York)

Lucas and I were talking about transporting books--he from his room to his studio--how one can feel incomplete without the books they are composed of. I've decided to harmonize a chord from Zukofsky, writing in the books I am writing with words from.  In his introduction to New Direction's edition on "A" , Barry Ahearn writes: Milton was the first person to use space in the modern sense, meaning cosmos; Milton was able to think of space exploration, in Paradise Lost, vis a vis the invention of the telescope. Space travel as descendant of incandescence--eg. looking at the moons of Jupiter, Dante descending the underworld with Virgil, all my friends moving to places where I have to write them to spend time together; eg. Ann Jäderlund: "There is a meadow in the meadow's beautiful flesh." I previously blogged about my friends, and then I blogged about missing my friends, and then I did not have anything to write about. The conclusion is that I am incomplete ...