On Sun, 23 Nov 1997, Keston Sutherland wrote:
> for me at least, with the Weasels promo, it's not only a matter of being
> too busy; I think the work itself deserves a more respectful attentiveness
> than I could provide immediately, and must avoid allowing the
> medium to coerce me into rushing off the very first answer. Much of
> what's deferred never shows up, of course, and I understand your
> frustration. But then this list is only part debate-forum; also it's part
> personal comfort, maintaining a constant opportunity for casually critical
> expression, free delivery. Fun.
>
FUNNILY ENOUGH
Mina says
casual social circles
transform the material
in their wake
like switching on
the light in her shades.
So lets
convert
some cultural capital
into luxury goods
& mail to friends
make-do epigrams.
In my heyday! feel like fun,
yellow parataxis take me out
in my best Arthur Symons
voice across the grids
of behavioural engineering
& value-construction dogmas
pissing down with rain
in this already signified city
'the desert fairy land'
to the Royalton
stargazer lilies on the green
slate tables, drinks on
me there is
the bioluminescent posse
of Ballets Russes paper
dolls (they have since gone)
Drew likes
Nijinska as the nymph
in her Lyotard,
she's so Eighties,
he says.
Ken Bolton says, elaborately,
when Adorno goes out
clubbing in Adelaide
he wears
white shoes
(just like Ken)
Ha! I don't know
how that happened
but it just did.
O Keston
what Ez-sez in Mezzo
down the stairwell
of public desires
Ira in his sculpted birdmask
stilling the tables
into refusing him
a grain of truth:
that goes.
And Lawrence
when Andrew refuses
in the People's Palace
contemporaries of independent
means the *sake* of a fantasy:
this goes too.
In the eyes of the poor
personal comfort turns into social benefit,
so make them go away
I must rush,
inevitably frankly,
but never the less sincerely,
Yours
Karlien
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