Monday, March 30, 2015

Legal Briefing for Kenneth Goldsmith

by Devlin Grunloh and Maxwell Clark

"Verily, I swear, tis better to be lowly born, 
and range with humble livers in content, 
than to be perk'd up in a glistrning grief 
and wear and a crown of golden sorrow."
---Shakespeare, Henry VIII, Act. 2, Scene 3

Kenneth Goldsmith's (Kenny G's) genius is not appreciable on an otherwise than secure legal footing.

Matters of public record cannot de jure be subject to racial profiling.

Despite the de facto racism of any state autopsy report, merely performing a reading of them does not implicate the reader of its same racism.

Kenny G did not write Michael Brown's autopsy report, he read it, out loud. If reading the report itself implicates the reader in its racism then everyone who reads it is also a racist.

Authorities are unique and singular, are individuated, and are in every sense separate and apart in responsibility for the texts they create. K-Gizzle did not author Michael Brown's autopsy report, therefore he is not guilty of any racism it may or may not contain.

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Pyur Wagua

by Maxwell Clark

[original painting]

Obviate annihilation otherwise.
Teech di yuuf and so alone learn.
And so never die except in doubt.
And unno a fiigiven fi di nah beard, man.
And unno a fiigiven fi di tricking, mi lady.
Punishment cannot annihilate what it hates.
Forgiveness, being love itself, alone can heal everyone.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Take Me as I Am

of Maxwell Clark

As if, if you will, as it were, further,
And furthermore, however, because, howevermuch, and moreover,
Yet, and still, although, really, until,
In actuality, it seems, as it will,
Very much, forsooth, plus, additionally, being so,
As it is, is it not, undoubtedly, as you know,
Rest assured, in end, so to begin, it being said,
See the above, to continue, and so on, instead,
Of, what follows, thus is, we,
My sense of, as they say, eventually,
When, your majesty, forever, yours,
Care of, ever again, in so many words,
Put otherwise,
In their eyes,
Without, wherefrom, within, the,
Around that time, this is about, verily, verily.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Poesy and Polis

of Maxwell Clark

                                                                        "...the primary function of written communication
                                                                        is to facilitate slavery."


The question of origins I abandon; if poesy once anteceded polis (as I still somewhat suspect), it does no longer. My question, as it were, is then how the poet and the sovereign relate. Are they identical? as Shelley defended; or are they antithetical? as in Plato. Or, as Shelley was also a major Platonist (and as Levi-Strauss would further suggest), does not their antithesis only cloak their identity? And perhaps their identity cloak their antithesis, as such, as well? I never know, thus am always forced to uphold a multitude of logically inconsistent ideas.

Monday, March 9, 2015

Nobody Not a Restless Static Deathliness Fugue

By Maxwell Clark

"Objects projected on a screen are inherently reflexive, they occur as self-referential, reflecting upon their physical origins. Their presence refers to their absence, their location in another place. Then if in relation to objects capable of such self-manifestation human beings are reduced in significance, or crushed by the fact of beauty left vacant, perhaps this is because in trying to take dominion over the world, or in aestheticizing it (temptations inherent in the making of film, or of any art), they are refusing their participation with it."

---Stanley Cavell, The World Viewed

O that beauty ever meant oneness attained,
As it does, in its children, in the consanguinity
Of the living, their hearth-circles each alone,
Plus whomever does thereafter inward come,
As even perhaps beforehand build, and so on,

Each of all are bastards
Of an imperial ilk.

(((Of whose need is my philosophy addressed from and to?
Anything I write is precisely as beautiful as I am already.)))
I wither to continue this deathliness fugue, it is
Already sapped the pith and core of my inspiration.
Around me is the trauma of death.

”acknowledging trauma is a political responsibility insofar as this entire nation and continent bears the traces of a traumatic expropriation of indigenous peoples living-spaces by European settlers. etc.”