From:
The OZlit Collection Vol. 2, ganGAROOChris Mann
For a sheet of
paper marked with a $ and a ? some five or six inches
apart:
© 1996 by Chris Mann, collective effort press and gangan books australia
$ |
? |
Hold paper with right hand. Close
left eye. Fixate $. Move paper slowly back and forth along line of
vision and watch ? disappear at about twelve inches.
Self - an addenda without hope, a fashioned afterthought that
models others (it predicts), subscribes: where metaphor is the
hero and possible the wife,/ taking questions literally performs
an 'I' with loaded dice./ The paper clip - a mobius strip in one
dimension - makes a Latin of machine translation and coz the face
acts as a tourniquet for blood flow to the brain (try a smile in
triplicate)/ we make pets of -ing and -ly, sweet nothings to the
ear of 'rithmatic./ Dimpled query - sitting on any point that
could be made - fair dinkum figurative, parts positions down a
mid/ (near misses, bait is what translates) of wimps, and like any
prop requires objects other than itself to did./ (Fiddly stuff,
taking piss out of a this.) Almost - a fib - kids itself ('cept
when it's big) by restructuring the lexicon, a causal reference
(it describes). It means both. (It's a bit like soap.) Cyberspace
uses facts as rent, it listens in on hymns, and mopes around the
narrative of dope by chatting up a line at home. A loan. (Or
fine.) Gives me the shits. And inside out and upside down a crab
of pockets turns words to trojan horse a want with regulars, a
learnt chess-without-a-queen or what-can-you-say? S'pose Jonah
extends the form by whispering (a drop-the-hanky sort of before)
'induction fucks a lot' and threatens an internal realism by
coming on to one as one, what then? Does it verify? Or mean to
refer to dubs as of-a-kind? You, expert, and don't tell me it's a
different sort of question; been there, 'it agrees coz it's
something else' sucks. If a paradox does in fact despair, it only
explains fiction as some uncertain need, it don't attitude.
(Anyway, maybe it's a medium - 'certain' is a word that only
happens in limericks). That it reinterprets, a la prejudice,
abstract logics in a nest (in a nest of dependencies) is suitably
cute. Intention makes for changes in negation (it quantifies
(buys) things) by marking as incomplete those distinctions we've
called possible, inertia come home to roost (; it would seem to be
just a matter of decision which parts should correspond).
Satisfied, perspective dressed to kill: actual thinks somersaults
are neat - 'I give up' deduces Wall Street to be a street.
(Promise reflects a lack of surprise and performs a premise on
itself (show off), a persuade of conclusions that even I can
understand: in that consistency is closer to tragedy than logic,
it too starts out right (subject). One is rather obviously a
conceit, or modest state.) And if we tell what meanings do, we can
tell on what they are, we can do functions (parts and
combinations) as a tense of pronouns (that contexts stammer is
self-evident), as a mass, a fallible nip. (Intension is the truth
- it goes into a sentence twice/ (a cough of quanta goes off if'n
you keep it in the shade) and all sentences are sets of possible
worlds where the context set is empty, and empty coz it's nice./
It groups. In adverbs. And adverbs come to lunch. Please is a
property of prob. Expressly represents. And shoves empirical up
the front. A situation-sized dob. Proof.) Pandora had an ego,
Pandora had a dog. Psychology, or what you think it means, irons
shirts. It is generally about. (An equivalence.) And if the dog
knows that I too know where the bone is, is it a metaphor? Or just
a summary? The present king of France thinks so. A fictive false
(used as a setting) concept went to see and what he saw made
sense: copy of particulars, ten bucks. 'I'm sure' was trying to be
efficient (so he explained) and got in a domestic (use) that does
hi-camp. (Suits me.) Strengthening the antecedent is a favourite
pastime ('entities' to those who know):/ the semantics of
pragmatics that jam gravity into a brick of course just ain't on,
they're like classes - all shy signs and volunteers - none of them
can throw./ A property is only a set for fairies. One unnoticed
parameter was shot. It implied to death. If you call that tactics,
you'll dance with anything. If subject matter ain't modal, is it
occupied? Particles don't add up 'less they're stood on: a
proposition approaches function if the john has half a clue/ -
aboutness ain't on every street corner, but not coz it ain't
'identical'. So what do you do?/ Describe? Remember? After all,
representation requires states, subtlety is printed on every
dollar bill - that addition is associative, costs, pimp. It is
conditional. I mean, 'it' is hardly underground. (The metaphysics
of 'watch it' need not apply (the motive of the inevitable was
framed).)/ And the only place to go for blame/ is up. Time's up,
too. And if pretence weren't so moody, roles could account appeals
dispensable, as ex, a bias that knows what you mean. Ah, art: say
'are'. Next. Ideal data wipes the floor, ideal data types./ (What,
words skite?/ Too fuckin right./ (Two can play at avarice, only
one can win.) Whim. 'I think' - as a definition of truth - is plus
or minus ten percent (that is the observable universe), it is an
essentially pathetic anything.) One to one (with witnesses) plays
asides in positives (ghost prosodic systems) and uses disease as a
way of tuning space (it localises as narrative, an ontology that
eats shadows (I mean you may as well call it science)). It also
hides. We please knees? Guess so.
Aboutness - the burden of similarity - intends. It depends, as do
conditions, ideally, on observed adequates (a mapping of
rhetorical pauses that take meaning to be a sentence (not here a
description) of couldabeens) or plotted needs. It dresses
non-equivalence, ignores a certain vague sincere evidence of prose
and induces 'for example' to be noun enough. (Speech, of course,
also uses clues of consistency, a 'the least meaning is the best
meaning' principle of charity: thanks but no thanks.) To assume
that it's true and that it's true of, in other words that it
rhymes, is a symptom (trying to motivate meaning) of projected
summary. Old-information-first held up it's end of the
conversation by saying nothing. It nominalised the postponed agent
(a parasite) as actual (and therefore possible) or at least
ersatz. (Possibilia deals, synodomistically, with completedness
and only seems to cheat) Quasi much. Amounts. Now that's a
pathological predicate (you can tell, it confuses coherence and
consistency). Or syllogism (; to the known, psychology means a
theory of acquisition). See?