December 2011
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Jurong: Ground Zero
Here in the west side of things, there is no setting sun to speak of
The dust clouds that gather in this industrial hub fails to settle
hovering above and around the people of this town,
always failing to hit the ground
The lorries and trucks here beep to the workers’ song, their engines humming along
People living in...
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“Everyone is a curator is his own museum.”
– Dubravka Ugresic, The Ministry of Pain
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Urban Insomnia/Electronic Dreams
Between the click of the light, and the start of the dream.
(Arcade Fire, No Cars Go)
David Cronenberg’s Videodrome (1983)
and as we traverse the infinite fields of electrons, we come to the numbing paradise of the net. my ghost is losing bits of itself in this ritual that goes on for circuits of life. at high speed, everything seems to be in technicolor. the screen is the retina of...
“I am the machine that reveals the world to you as I alone am able to see it.”
– Dziga Vertov
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Two Coffees Left Untouched
i dreamt of us sitting down in an anonymous cafe, over the table, the camera blinked silly at our coffees. untouched.
a close-up on their brown surfaces reveals nothing, not even evidence of the point-of-view camera. silence.
my two hands lying dead on my thighs, as I glanced downwards into the darkened space beneath. beyond.
i was thinking up galaxies of meanings far far away galaxies of...
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Pop Friction: Fuck Yeah I'm a Consumer! →
finally updated the blog with a post on Tarantino’s Pulp Fiction (1994)
http://popcorntheory.wordpress.com/2011/12/13/pop-friction-fuck-yeah-im-a-consumer/
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“grant my last request, and just let me hold you.
don’t shrug your...”
– Paolo Nutini, Last Request
Ad Nauseam: The White Flare of Morning
I woke up with an ill sense of nausea, and wondered if I did at least sometimes exist. other than the image of solidity I receive from the mirror, other than this sensation of running my fingers down my loins, other than this stream of thought running through my head as I wondered hard if I truly did exist: do I exist simply because I am conscious of myself as both an object and a subject?
I...
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