Word

In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made. In him was life; and the life was the light of men. And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not… And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.

The Good News According to St. John

The Word is divided into units which be all in one piece and should be so taken, but the pieces can be had in any order being taken back and forth in and out fore and aft like an innaresting sex arrangement.

William S. Burroughs



Over at Methods and Black Squares, a visibility is being raised. If by visibility I am emale, using the term as Deleuze proscribed it – visibility is a sensorial apparatus – then the object of the game Muli Koppel plays, is the freeing up of the statement from its moorings – what is reduced to “subjective” – to produce a line of flight carrying the senses to the threshold of deleuzion.

Where? As Derrida rightly points out, a letter doesn’t always arrive at its destination. Neither do emales. “Therefore it is the game of the world that must be thought first.” Being under erasure as we are, bearing our cross as the Christians say… We enjoy our share of misunderstandings. No matter how “advanced” information technology gets, there is always room for entropy and feedback, for error in projection ever since man raised his hand in the first gesture of Word – a cave painting. “This is the first representation, the first staging of memory.”

“There is nothing new under the sun,” croaked the old Preacher.

To create a memory for a people even if that people does not yet exist, is the task of every artist. Fool for a day. The hallucination of Word: self-consciousness, the voice of conscience… the barre of the sign. “Man shall not live by bread alone but by every Word that proceedeth from the mouth of God.” I am emale swallow a time capsule, escape an entropic milieu. Now the unity of Word divided into two, broken; a figure barred the way between heaven and earth, word and gesture, statement and visibility. The Priest they called him…

(I refer the reader to the work of William Burroughs, Dead Fingers Talk: the act of creation in genesis (the act or mode of originating, the originary, creating anew, (re)turning, repetition, the revaluation of values, raising the barre) is the gesture (writing), not the Word (speech) – but can someone be said to know something (sui generi) if he or she cannot speak of it? So in the beginning was the Word (the speech of gesture). And the Word was with God and the Word was G. O. D. – a gift of death. Dead Fingers Talk. When you give alms, let not thy right hand knoweth what the left is doing.)

That transcendental yet ineffable signified. F the ineffable. Underground, there’s a whole world down there, a network of hidden interlocutors. Buried time capsules to be ressurected. That’s where we operate beneath the trees, under the rumbling factories and printing presses, the smokestacks punching holes in the sky. Perhaps one day we will come up, who knows? Space travel – it’s the dream of every subterranean dweller. To escape the blogosphere around the earth, to give the earth a new meaning, a revaluation of values, raise the barre.

On a Good Friday I am emale remembers…

death needs time like a junkie needs junk

kill a queer for Christ stickers

the Word made flesh

crucified on the cross

…in the Good News according to St. Thomas (one of the Gnostic gospels): the kingdom of heaven is here and now (Being crossed out, to differ and defer to the Pharisees, barred from speaking). Then there’s also the case made by Mr. Nietzsche’s Anti-Christ

Let us not undervalue this: we ourselves, we free spirits, are already a ‘revaluation of all values’, an incarnate declaration of war and victory over all ancient conceptions of ‘true’ and ‘untrue.’ The most valuable insights are the last to be discovered; but the most valuable insights are methods.

I am emale talking through my hat.

Ecko 4 Inc. Good Friday, 2007 A.D. Jesus’ teachings live on in the Word – “And Jesus took bread, and gave thanks, and brake it, and gave unto them saying, This is my body which is given for you: this do in remembrance of me.” Met him pike hoses. Ulysses. Re-Joyce and be glad. From “The Sisters,” Dubliners:

[The priest’s] questions showed me how complex and mysterious were certain institutions of the Church which I had always regarded as the simplest acts. The duties of the priest towards the Eucharist and towards the secrecy of the confessional seemed so grave to me that I wondered how anybody had ever found in himself the courage to undertake them; and I was not surprised when he told me that the fathers of the Church had written books as thick as the Post Office Directory and as closely printed as the law notices in the newspaper, elucidating all these intricate questions.

The spirit of Jesus’ teachings – Jesus, the son of man NOT the son of God – lies in this simple yet mercurial proposition: the body is the site of experimentation. Relays and networks. Methods and Black Squares as opposed to Goals and Black Holes. Nothing escapes the gravitational pull of a black hole. Not even light. Too much gravity in taking one’s self too seriously… like a junkie needs junk.

I am emale tipping my winged hat off to Muli Koppel. Keep on raising the barre.

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