Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Violently Happy (Because I'm in Love with You)

Listening to ecstatic music. I was reading this queer theorist of the performative, Jose Esteban Munoz, and he writes about Heidegger's notion of ek-stasis, the ecstasy of time. It's actually just sexy to think about. The movement of time as arousing, as a re-placement of oneself within a temporal context, apart from the indictment to fear the openness of time's unpredictability. Like wind on the skin when sun bathing on a nude beach, the movement of time is a stimulating sensation, not for 'narrative' or standardized linearity, but for unexpected occasions of ecstasy...

Friday, September 10, 2010

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These are the moments when I would ease open my tie with the gravity of a man aping a film noir antihero, lean back into my chair with the same weighty seriousness and roll a cigarette, nonchalantly, but still purposively. These are the moments when I would feel the itching of my skin tightening, like new teeth breaking through, or a distant but discernible thin slipping of air, a 'draft' of something uncanny, a haptic 'smell'. Everything knots tighter.
Back to work.