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stone upon stone
I enter The Thing
mouth yawning
complete absence abides
within. from this void a Light appears, the Light penetrates The Thing throughout, almost completely, except immediately beneath the surface where liquid eye does not go.
I see this
in a Dream, eyes open.
and want to cry.
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| a box of everything, 1992 |
neoscenes maintains a critical distance on the abstract representative force -- another formal division of concept -- called language within the sometimes onerous structures of social hierarchy: with this knowledge in mind, constructing text becomes a serious undertaking with often indeterminate results given the limitations of abstracted lingustic re-creation and skill. included in this formal collection of neoscenes chicken-scratchings are documents concerning projects and practices undertaken in the neoscene sphere of influence. also included are a collection of third-party texts of interest to the neoscenes agenda which are either copyleft or used by permission. please see individual articles for useage limitations. easy-to-print .pdf files are soon available by following the pdf icon links.
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Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire. The emotion derives from a double contact: on the one hand, a whole activity of discourse discreetly, indirectly focuses upon a single signified, which is "I desire you" and releases, nourishes, ramifies it to the point of explosion (language experiences orgasm upon touching itself); on the other hand, I enwrap the other in my words, I caress, brush against, talk up this contact, I extend myself to make the commentary to which I submit the relation endure.
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-- Roland Barthes
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