Cycles 13 and 14: Desiring-Machine

Think


. . . therefore I I.

At the beach: Soggy toes ergo sum.
In a jungle: Mosquitoes ergo sum.
In the city: Graffito ergo sum.
At a Mexican restaurant: Burrito ergo yum.






Or

1 or 0?
Have we become the ghosts of our machines?





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See

You are what you eye.
(You I what you eye.)






Not Only . . . But Also . . .


Metaphor maker. Metamorphosis machine.

Digital surrealizer.

Third eye. Dream of an I-less eye.

Unmasker. Masker. Mixer. Maker. Unmaker.

Past presenter.

Time surpriser.

Click. Who knows what this shot will expose?

Click. Click. Never the same world twice.

. . . click . . . click . . . click . . . Will I ever catch up to the speed of life?





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Eat

Caught between hunger for hunger and hunger for non-hunger.







And


Breakfast: Papaya and yogurt.

Second breakfast: Bread and almond butter, a banana, aloe vera juice.

Lunch (Japanese restaurant): Fried chicken (tori no kara age), miso soup, rice.

Snack: A pear.

Dinner: Leftover rice (microwaved), stir-fried asparagus with garlic and ginger.

Dessert: Earl Grey tea, chocolate biscotti, strawberries.

How many stomachs?
How many fat digests would a lifetime catalogue of consumed comestibles distend?
Who (what?) am I sustaining with this food?





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Open

No need for magic words – my hands are open-sesames, my metacarpals magic keys.







Until

And after this metal age? Who can guess the future of the hand? What incomprehensible objects will it clutch and cling?





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Breathe


In: Out . . . In . . . Down . . . Up . . . : all you need to know about life.

Out: May my last breath be as speechless as my first.

In: Every breath, a kiss of life.

Out: The wisdom of the breath: it doesn’t hold back.

In: Dream of writing that takes one’s breath away – then gives it back, refreshed by the air of another world.







While

While the selfing mind labors compulsively to divide inside from outside, the subtle breath calmly confounds them.





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Copy


Roll forth and multiply!

Repetition is the name of the game. (But what game are we playing?)

The unpredictable turning points when repetition makes a difference.

The cult of the reproducible.

Could my horror of repeating myself be making me repeat myself?







Yet


Channel 2: Far from banishing ghosts, technology has multiplied them.

Channel 4: Why, rather than making us more skeptical, has television made us more credulous?

Channel 8: In a universe of voyeurs, nothing happens.

Channel 16: We look and look and look, but aren’t seen - this makes us sick.

Channel 32: In a world hurtling toward its own destruction, what else can one do but watch?

Channel 64: Why shouldn’t TV start a revolution?

Channel 128: Television in America – tragedy or farce?





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Move


First movement: Why wait till tomorrow if you can escape today?

Second movement: What the oracle said.

Third movement: You can dance if you want to.

Fourth movement: So much more profound is the unthinking of the muscles.







Because

The history of technology – the seemingly inevitable slide of in order to to just because, of so that we can to because we must.








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