been writing my recent reports under the guise of 'research'.
So far I have managed to put together two research reports
(and their web addresses are below, and you will see how public
this 'de-guise' is). Research is 'big' in the Southern Hemisphere.
It's a doctrine. It requires space which is not 'of this world'.
Strange Times Research. REPEAT: research is big. So given
this: this report is from the dark. It's my birthday tomorrow.
It's 8.51pm, and sunset was around 7pm. The lights never go
out here. I've been reading about exhaustion.
last three reports were from far away (from here). I've returned
now (to here). You can find me at home again.
reports, given the new circumstances, of the war (for example),
will attempt to attend to issues 'on-the-ground' (the surface,
in other words). There have been two deaths: JC and AB. We
mourn their passing. Both funerals were 'great occasions'.
very little one can do in the space of the dark. Still, there's
always the surface it never goes away, even though
it never 'entirely' appears. Love's another matter however.
Matter: everything matters. That's the trouble. Welcome To
The Desert Of The Real is the title of a Zizek text (after
Morpheus's greeting (in The Matrix). (I think if the wind
was blowing a gale I'd be more unnerved by the darkness.)
There's a little spelling error on the first page almost
a graffiti moment: "... the Thing Antigone confronts when
he violates the order of the City ..." He. Have I misread.
That is possible. One can get close to the space and
it disappears, as love. You can't be home 'empty'. Otherwise
one is not at home. (The lights have come on.)
it is still the dark. It is dark like rain. It is raining.
Let us think: what is 'raining'. Oh, well, good thought. Raining
down in the dark. (I do miss Richard and Suzy.) Lipstick is
one of life's gifts. It could become a public space: Lipstick
Space (all over the world). We know the world is full-of-guns.
The landscape of ... is passed thought. This space is death-space.
Words are useless. Good grief, joy goes to the dogs.
Address One: http://ensemble.va.com.au/surface_col/
Address Two: http://ensemble.va.com.au/lmw/index.html
Muchos Besos Lovos, LM (your loyal servant (no caps.))