the fabulously beguiling miss cleo barr is amongst us and arrived with the declaration; "quin, i want to know more about communism." why then i'll fit you! hieronimo's (sp?) mad againe - i am in heaven. (all i've ever wanted is cute girls to lecture... like buddy glass... like nabokov... i just can't bring myself to the nazi grading of them like a piece of shit corrections officer. i have seen - say in my poor father - the horrible black lung black heart consequences of working in the grading industry. i'd rather pick chickens and i think i'd kill myself way before then. they think poor boys don't get to be hot house flowers. i think mr. lightning hopkins, mr. henry thomas, they hot house flowers. hot house flowers that'd sink a fucking pistil in your eye you fuck with them.)
we'll start with "geist". all my philosophical failings have to do with the fritzy character of my memory and the weakness of my language skills. geist and adorno.
marx a dialectic of german idealism and english economic empiricism. jane austen (sp?) an example of english economic empiricism.
i've heard pol pot wrote the preface to the horrible story of cambodia in a library in paris. the most airy fairy of notions turns slasher flick when it lands in the head of a little boy with a real gun.
koo knew this from personal experience. each time he thumped a ukulele string he cotrasted its resistance to that of a trigger.
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