Pissant… Bib… Dollar Tree Parts… We Should Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves… 03/22/2019… Against Confidence… and The Here Book Which is a Book Here Created from the Husks of Other Books There Such Books There as the Bibliomania Book There by Thomas Frognall Dibdin and Perhaps Either Literally or Metaphorically Made from Certain Works by Iain Sinclair Especially His Book White Chappell, Scarlet Tracings Which is a Truly Inspiring Work I Can’t Recall Anything About it… Truly I Am a Phony Ah… Now What Else A Book of Critique Perhaps Could It Be Called That I Guess So I Tossed the Massive Hardcover Edition I’d Purchased of the Bibliomania Book I Tossed it Into the Trash Regretfully I Wished I Hadn’t but Such Is Life… That Book Contained Materials I’d Purchased at the Dollar Store: White Out and Other Materials and I Had Fun Messing With Its Pages But it Kept Falling Apart and I Guess I Got a Little Discouraged Thinking I Could Never Write a Book like A Humument Which is A Wonderful Book I Wrote About in Graduate School by Tom Phillips and Tom Phillips Had an Idea or an Agreement With Another Artist That They Would Go Into a Store and Only Get to Spend a Particular Amount of Money on Whatever They Got in There and That’s What Their Next Project Would Have to be and Tom Phillips Got a Book Called A Human Document by W.H. Mallock and Over Time He Turned it into His Own Book Called a Humument That He Painted On and Wrote On and Turned it Into a New Thing Here We’re Going to Be Here for A while I’ll Just Include a Blurb From Tom Phillips’ Website Describing the Project: “A Humument has been a work in progress since 1966 when artist Tom Phillips set himself a task: to find a second-hand book for threepence and alter every page by painting, collage and cut-up techniques to create an entirely new version. The book he found was an 1892 Victorian obscurity A Human Document by W.H. Mallock and Phillips transformed it into A Humument. The first version was printed by the Tetrad press in 1973, and Phillips has continued to transform it, revise it and develop it ever since.” Oh Hell Maybe You’re One of Those Discerning Readers and Need to Have a Take on a Work That Wasn’t Written By the Author I’ll Look For One While I’m at it I’ll Look for a Description of the W.H. Mallock Book Who Cares Here Goes Wikipedia On A Humument “Phillips drew, painted, and collaged over the pages, while leaving some of the original text to show through in the form of erasure. Through this process, A Humument is a new story with a new protagonist named Bill Toge, whose name appears only when the word “together” or “altogether” appears in Mallock’s original text. From being created over many decades, it follows a nonlinear narrative, and in recent editions Phillips has rewritten pages to include references to modern history that in part appear to be anachronistic.” That Covers Things a Bit I’ll be Honest I’m Struggling to Find Much on Mallock’s Original Book I’d Just Always Heard it was Fairly Average Fare for the Victorian Novel I’m Including a Substantial Quote From The Book’s Listing on Amazon but Sure I’m Just Buying Some Time That Medical Book That Previously Held the Title for Longest Book Title is Just a List of Practically Everything so I Can’t Pull Any Punches Here Goes “William Hurrell Mallock (7 February 1849 – 2 April 1923) was an English novelist and economics writer. A nephew of the historian Froude, he was educated privately and then at Balliol College, Oxford. He won the Newdigate Prize in 1872 for his poem The Isthmus of Suez and took a second class in the final classical schools in 1874, securing his Bachelor of Arts degree from Oxford University. Mallock never entered a profession, though at one time he considered the diplomatic service. He attracted considerable attention by his satirical novel, largely a symposium like Plato’s Republic, The New Republic (1877), conceived while he was a student at Oxford, in which he introduced characters easily recognized as such prominent individuals as Benjamin Jowett, Matthew Arnold, Violet Fane, Thomas Carlyle, and Thomas Henry Huxley. Although the book was not well received by critics at first, it did cause instant scandal, particularly concerning the portrait of literary scholar Walter Pater: His [Pater’s] first main work, Studies in the History of the Renaissance was published in 1873. Over the next three or four years it became the focus of considerable hostility towards Pater, principally reviewers objected to its amoral hedonism. Moreover, Pater was the subject of a cruel satire in W. H. Mallock’s The New Republic which was published in Belgravia in 1876-7 and in book form in 1877. He appeared there as ‘Mr. Rose’—an effete, impotent, sensualist with a perchant for erotic literature and beautiful young men. In the second edition of the Renaissance the ‘Conclusion’ was removed, partly in response to the public ridicule, but mainly because of pressure brought to bear on Pater within Oxford by figures such as Benjamin Jowett. In particular, the discovery of his ‘relationship’ with William Money Hardinge, a Balliol undergraduate, threatened Pater with a sexual scandal. Mallock’s book appeared during the competition for the Oxford Professorship of Poetry and played a role in convincing Pater to remove himself from consideration. A few months later Pater published what may have been a subtle riposte: “A Study of Dionysus: The Spiritual Form of Fire and Dew.”Mallock’s New Republic was an essential book to Ronald [Knox], perhaps his favourite work of secular literature outside the classics……..” I’m Watching That Show Euphoria on HBO It’s Pretty Good… So Anyway After I Got Rid of the Bibliomania Book I Had Another Book I’d Considered Using for My Project As You Can probably Tell the Project Was My Own or Maybe Is My Own as It’s Affixed to This Book Here It Was Going to be My Own Interpretation of A Humument but On Top of a Different Book That Was Freely Available and Whose Edition Was Out Of Print So That It Wouldn’t be a Problem to Paint on the Thing and Write on the Thing I wrote Asemic Writing on it and Other Little Things Little Notes to Myself But You Probably Want to Know the New Book I Decided to Work On The New One Was Called Journal of a Disappointed Man Which Is Ostensibly by W.N.P. Barbellion But Let Me Tell You This is a Pseudonym The Real Fellow’s Name Was Bruce Frederick Cummings Oh a New Episode of the TV Program on HBO Euphoria is Starting It’s a Pretty Good Show Like Riverdale on Crack or Fentanyl I Guess Would Be More Apt but So Anyway How Did I Love the Title Can I Tell You How I Loved the Title Journal of a Disappointed Man by W.N.P. Barbellion It Might as Well Have Been Written By Me I Loved It So Much and The Book Was Also on Project Gutenberg One of My Favorite Places on the Internet Free Books Who Doesn’t Love Free Books So I Have This Copy of Journal of a Disappointed Man I Bought and Kept In My Car While Working on the Bibliomania Book But When I Threw That Away I Needed Some Time I Felt Weird Doing the Humument Bit on Top of Journal of a Disappointed Man Because This Figure This Disappointed Man Had Also Suffered from Multiple Sclerosis and I Felt Bad I Didn’t Want to Step On the Toes of This Fellow Who’d Suffered in This Way But I Remembered A Humument It Didn’t Feel Disrespectful to A Human Document So I Decided I Would Go For It and So I Began and Let Me Also Tell You What a Fan I am of Diaries and Journals I Think They Represent Some of the Highest Achievements Writers Have Achieved I Love Pepys’ Diary and May Sarton’s Journals I Purchased Her Book Journal of a Solitude from a Store in Downtown Eau Claire Wisconsin Later On I Helped Them Move They Paid Me It Was a Dream For A Couple of Days and At the End of it I Went and Picked Up a Copy of John Berryman’s Recovery and They Said I Could Just Have it it Meant More Than the Pay I Treasured It Until I Didn’t Anyway I Started With May Sarton’s Journal of a Solitude and I Loved the Form Ever Since or I Have Loved the Form Ever Since I’m Lucky to Work at Washington State University Where I’m Primed to be the First Person to Read Robert Shields’ Diary the Longest Known Diary I Cannot Wait I Am So Excited for That so Anyway I Had My Copy of This Journal and I Went to Work I Printed Out Images That Were in the Public Domain and I Cut Them Up and I Glued Them to the Book and I Taped Them to the Book and I Wrote on the Book and I Drew on the Book and I Painted on the Book With White Out and This Ink That My Mother Had Purchased for Me This Little Kit With These Glass Pens and Five Vials of Ink and On That Trip My Father Bought Me Some Gore Vidal First Editions and Now That He’s Gone the Thought of Him Getting Me Gore Vidal Books is Just So Kind and it Means a Lot to Me I’m a Lucky Son So I’m Working on it and the Publisher John Trefry is on Board I’m Sending Him Pictures and He’s On Board and We’re Talking About Doing This Insane Facsimile Edition and So I Decide to Write a Text on Top of the Work I’m Doing on Top of Journal of a Disappointed Man and I’m Thinking of it as a Manifesto the Closest I’ll Ever Get to Writing a Manifesto so I’m Including Quotes and Stuff From Writers That Mean Something to me and It Becomes Clear I’m Going to Do This Book This Insane Book the Book Right Here the Little Book You’re Holding or That’s Taking Up Space on Your Shelf This One Book This Exact Book This Book I’m Working On This Book That’s Taking Shape This Book That’s Here and It’s Inspired By My Failure Or Maybe Something Else I Don’t Know What Else Can We Say About This Book It Is a Diabetic’s Book It is a Father’s Book It is a Son’s Book It is a Husband’s Book it is a Friend’s Book It is an Addict’s Book It is an Alcoholic’s Book Jesus This Scene on the Show Euphoria is Sad I really Get too Involved in These Shows I Don’t Know Why I Let Them Get to Me Oh Crap I Need to Take My Medicine OK I’ve Taken My Medicine My Two Seroquel and Now I’m Set To Slowly Become Tired as I Work on the Title of This Book What Kind of Book a Minor Book an Unimportant Book a Commonplace Book I Like to Think About the Lives of Academics Technically I’m an Academic But I Suffer from Imposter Syndrome and These Strange Shocks When I’m Typing Too Much and Depression and Anxiety and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder People Are Fucked Up I Really Hope That You’re OK Even Now at the Technical Beginning of This Minor Little Insignificant Book I Hope That You Are Doing Alright Man I Just Want All to Be OK I Hope We Can All Live and Sort of Appreciate The Little Things that’s What Proust Thought Art Could Do so This Guy Proust He Had Some Questions About What Truly Made for a Really Good Life and He Tried Socializing He Went Out in Society and Spent Time With People Eating and Drinking and Being Merry and He Left and Thought About it and He Realized That Wasn’t Really Going to Provide Lasting Happiness But He Was Determined to Figure it Out and he Thought Maybe Love but a Particular Love for Him It Was This Preoccupation With a Girl Who Had Sort of Boyish Features and He Thought About it and Maybe Even Pursued it and Maybe Even Hugged or Kissed or Something With This Person and With Some Time He Realized it Wouldn’t Provide the Sort of Lasting Happiness He Was Looking for and Then He Went and Looked at Paintings and He Thought About Art and He Realized it Was Capable of Making Him Sort of Look at Life Twice and There Was Real Meaning in That For Him I think I’m Not Totally Positive How Dead On I Am About This but Art Seemed to Really Inject the World With Something Powerful and So He Devoted His Life to That Pursuit Trying to Get That Feeling Written Out and If You Know About Proust You Know He Wrote A Lot and So He Seemed to Want to Offer Something Significant to the World For Their Lives to Feel Imbued With a Bit of a Sense of Wonder or Appreciation I Think Appreciation is a Good Word for It Once I Went Fishing in the Afternoon With My Wife and Kids and They Were in the Backseat and I Was Listening to This Bootleg of Les Rallizes Denudes and the Summer Was in Full Swing and We Were Happy and The Music Was Tied to it and I Think That’s the Appreciation but I Think Love is Also Part of it and Probably Socializing to Some Extent is Part of it Man This Episode of Euphoria is Emotional and the Music in it is Really Well Done or Chosen or Whatever You’d Say Alright I’m Going to Include Another Quotation Here Because It’s One of My Favorite Quotations From Any Work of Literature and It’s James Joyce. And I Want James Joyce to Have a Place in This Title and It’s a Passage About Snow That I Once Compared to Jim Jones the Rapper’s Line About Watching the Snow Fall Because Both Move Me Here Goes: “A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.” It Really Doesn’t Get Much Better Than That In Terms of Writing Good God It is Just So Powerful and Beautiful and I Feel Like a Giant Idiot Even Writing Here Now to Continue This Little Charade of Mine The Title Charade But Actually Perhaps That’s The Great Offering Joyce Is Giving Us There He’s Lifting Us Up the Entire World Lifting Us to That Level of Elegance Where We Can Bask a Bit in the Sun on the Cobblestones and Enjoy Life in the Sun There in the Beautiful Splendor There and the World Welcomes Us Closer to its Iron Core a Beautiful World Living There and Smiling Into the Sunlight There It’s What We Should Be Doing I Hope You’re Reading This in the Sunlight Watching it Scatter Over the Ground at Your University in Your Hometown Watching that Light Watching it Beautiful There and Gleaming There within the Title Here Which is Being Written Here for You Right Here for Your Eyes Your Face Your Head Whatever It’s Written for That a Little Pissant Book Sure Why Not the Book Was Called That or Is Called That or Can’t Be Called Anything Else but This Long Stream of Authorial Piss Sure It’s a Nasty Business it’s a Conflict a Little War We’re Waging With Ourselves Yep Yes Absolutely Oh Great More Music More Calls Back It’s a Call Back to the Film Jackie Brown a Reference a Little Baby Idiot Reference That’s the Truth Ruth and That’s the True Meaning of Christmas I Promise You That Joyce’s Relationship to His Daughter is a Sad Thing the Poor Girl Poor Lucia It’s a Depressing Business but It’s Admirable How He Did His Best I Think He Did His Best Oh Man I Forgot To Include Humorous Things Here Perhaps the Most Important Section This Final Little Stretch of Book Living There or Whatever Whatever Whatever Whatever Will Literature Ever Be Television Will Insulin Ever Be Advil Will Farting Ever Be Scratching Your Big Toe at a Chalet in Montana Big Sky Montana After You Bought a Big Yellow Snowboard Bag Because Your Parents Said You Could Each Get Something for a Hundred Bucks and so You Got A Big Yellow Snowboard Bag That You Never Used and So What You’re in the Chalet and Your Big Toe Itches and You’re Thinking to Yourself Good Grief an Itchy Big Toe is This Guy Serious Is That Even Physically Possible It’s Gotta Be a Fluke This Doggone Little Pissant Lizard Headed Bozo He’s Eight or Nine or Ten Years Old in Montana Big Sky Montana in the Chalet That Smelled Wonderful and There He Sits Itching His Big Toe Hey To Each Their Own Is All and I Mean All Definitely I’m Going to Say About That and You Can Bet Your Bottom Dollar That I Mean That Like Mean Gene Eating Protein Mixed With Gasoline I Mean It Hey What’s New Big Guy Oh This is the Author This Big Idiot What an Author he is Sitting There Thinking His Little Author Thoughts About His Little Author Life Witnessing the True Meaning Once and For All in the Blinding Sunlight of Life Did You Put the Bread in the Microwave No But I Will Hello Samuel Beckett My Little Amanuensis Extraordinaire Giving Andre the Giant Rides to School Knock Knock Come In Put That In Put That into the Text Put That into the Work You’ve Got to Include That Material in the Work Itself My Friend It’s all Going In Let’s Put That Into the Work Alright I’ve Got One More Little Piece I Want to Include Here and I’ll Explain it After but It’s Copied Over from the Project Gutenberg HTML Edition of The Scarlet Letter by One Mr. Nathaniel Hawthorne Here Goes: “MUCH to the author’s surprise, and (if he may say so without additional offence) considerably to his amusement, he finds that his sketch of official life, introductory to The Scarlet Letter, has created an unprecedented excitement in the respectable community immediately around him. It could hardly have been more violent, indeed, had he burned down the Custom-House, and quenched its last smoking ember in the blood of a certain venerable personage, against whom he is supposed to cherish a peculiar malevolence. As the public disapprobation would weigh very heavily on him, were he conscious of deserving it, the author begs leave to say, that he has carefully read over the introductory pages, with a purpose to alter or expunge whatever might be found amiss, and to make the best reparation in his power for the atrocities of which he has been adjudged guilty. But it appears to him, that the only remarkable features of the sketch are its frank and genuine good-humor, and the general accuracy with which he has conveyed his sincere impressions of the characters therein described. As to enmity, or ill-feeling of any kind, personal or political, he utterly disclaims such motives. The sketch might, perhaps, have been wholly omitted, without loss to the public, or detriment to the book; but, having undertaken to write it, he conceives that it could not have been done in a better or a kindlier spirit, nor, so far as his abilities availed, with a livelier effect of truth.” So I Opted to Include That Here In Part Because I Love the Little Game Hawthorne Plays and Really I Must Also Admit to Being a Huge Fan of the Name Hawthorne and In Turn I’ve got to Acknowledge Again I Also Love the Name Fanshawe the Title of the Book Hawthorne Sort of Disowned so I like Hawthorne the Figure and His Little Scene in Life With Sophia Peabody and Herman Melville and I May Be More Drawn to Melville Because of Pierre but His Relationship to Hawthorne Fascinates me and That They’re Both Fathers in These Little New England Homes It’s Just So Romantic to Me I Really Like As Well Hawthorne’s Novels Themselves Because They Mirror His Life in Interesting Ways I Would Almost Compare His Work to Houellebecq’s in Terms of Their Relationship to Autobiography and its Relationship to Their Work and the Way That the Scarlet Letter Sort of Implicates the Reader and How Hawthorne Engages the Custom-House Discovery to Lend More Reality to What He’s Doing There’s Just Something There That’s Still Interesting and Risky to Me Anyway So Back to Where I’d Been Going With the Journal of a Disappointed Man I’ve Got My Copy of That and I’m Making a Mess of it but in the Spirit of Art and My Daughter Helped me Color a Bit on it and I’m Writing This Other Thing This Sort of Manifesto-esque Thing And Eventually I Take the Physical Book to the Post Office and I Mail it to the Publisher in Kansas Lawrence Kansas I Believe and I Email Him the Document I’d Put Together and We’re Planning to Have the Book Come Out at Some Point in the Year 2022 But the Particulars Are Still Up in the Air and We’ll See But So Anyway This is in Fact or in Point of Fact I’m a Big Fan of That Phrasing in Point of Fact the Work That’s Herein Being Undertaken It’s the Attempt of This Thing Being Put Together Man Harry Dean Stanton Was Really Truly the Best One of the Best to Ever Do It I Love His Work Anyway Where Was I I’m Working on Things I’m Trying to Wrap Up This Title Here So You Can Make Your Way Into the Work and Maybe Enjoy Yourself or Just Look Twice That’s all Anybody Can Really Ask For Faulkner William Faulkner Was Asked What He Thought Readers Should Do if They Didn’t Understand His Books Even After Reading Them Three Times and William Faulkner Said to Have Them Read it Four Times It is the Morning After Now the Morning After My Grand Idea to Make This Title Something Significant a Significant Little Title Ah Yes Pursue it Figure it Out You Can Do it Tomorrow I Return to Work and I’ve Always Got Some Nerves Then a Bit of Nerves Responding to the Reality of the Situation of Needing to Be a Teacher of Needing to Teach and it’s a Difficult Business a Tiresome BusinesS This Need to Be Present and to Do Well and to Feel as if the Work One is Doing is Substantive and Worthwhile and it’s a Complicated Business the Same as This Here Work Being Worked Over Now it’s Complicated in a Similar Way Because You Never Fully Know Which Chord You’re Striking and You Want it to be a Good Chord and Open Chord a Repeatable Chord Here’s Three Chords Now Start a Band That Sort of Thing Sniffin Glue Punk Zines Et Cetera That Sort of Thing I am Drinking Kool-Aid from a Large Bottle I Bought the Water Bottle Yesterday it Says 8.8 PH Purified Water Enhanced With………. Himalayan Minerals & Electrolytes Alkaline 88 Smooth Hydration Clean Beverage Clean & Pure Ionized H20 3.78 Liter (128 oz) 1 Gallon Knock Knock At the Door Can I Come in You’re Interrupting it’s Alright Keep it In Leave That Part In it Happened in the Process of Composing the Thing Let’s Leave That Stuff in I Just Remembered Riding the Bus Home in Middle School We Would Pass the Other Middle School and I always Looked for People I Knew I Always Hoped to See Them it Would Be Like Hanging Out With My Friends Briefly and Then I Would Continue Home… It Seems Worthwhile to Include a Bit of Montaigne Here From the Project Gutenberg Edition of Montaigne and In Particular Montaigne On Idleness as This is All Sort of an Experiment in Idleness as All Writing Is Here Goes: “As we see some grounds that have long lain idle and untilled, when grown rich and fertile by rest, to abound with and spend their virtue in the product of innumerable sorts of weeds and wild herbs that are unprofitable, and that to make them perform their true office, we are to cultivate and prepare them for such seeds as are proper for our service; and as we see women that, without knowledge of man, do sometimes of themselves bring forth inanimate and formless lumps of flesh, but that to cause a natural and perfect generation they are to be husbanded with another kind of seed: even so it is with minds, which if not applied to some certain study that may fix and restrain them, run into a thousand extravagances, eternally roving here and there in the vague expanse of the imagination— “Sicut aqua tremulum labris ubi lumen ahenis,/Sole repercussum, aut radiantis imagine lunae,/Omnia pervolitat late loca; jamque sub auras/Erigitur, summique ferit laquearia tecti.” [“As when in brazen vats of water the trembling beams of light,/ reflected from the sun, or from the image of the radiant moon,/swiftly float over every place around, and now are darted up on/high, and strike the ceilings of the upmost roof.”—AEneid, viii. 22.]—in which wild agitation there is no folly, nor idle fancy they do not light upon: “Velut aegri somnia, vanae Finguntur species.” [“As a sick man’s dreams, creating vain phantasms.”—Hor., De Arte Poetica, 7.]The soul that has no established aim loses itself, for, as it is said—“Quisquis ubique habitat, Maxime, nusquam habitat.” [“He who lives everywhere, lives nowhere.”—Martial, vii.  73.]When I lately retired to my own house, with a resolution, as much as possibly I could, to avoid all manner of concern in affairs, and to spend in privacy and repose the little remainder of time I have to live, I fancied I could not more oblige my mind than to suffer it at full leisure to entertain and divert itself, which I now hoped it might henceforth do, as being by time become more settled and mature; but I find— “Variam semper dant otia mentem,” [“Leisure ever creates varied thought.”—Lucan, iv. 704]that, quite contrary, it is like a horse that has broke from his rider, who voluntarily runs into a much more violent career than any horseman would put him to, and creates me so many chimaeras and fantastic monsters, one upon another, without order or design, that, the better at leisure to contemplate their strangeness and absurdity, I have begun to commit them to writing, hoping in time to make it ashamed of itself.” I Like the Idea of One of the Problems an Artist Has to Deal With is Idleness But Not Something to be Fought With Instead Something to Be Embraced and Carried With Someone so That Even Though the Formatting of Montaigne Throws Things Off a Bit It Can Still Be a Part of This Title so Anyway Today for Breakfast I Had a Banana and a Protein Bar and the Kool-Aid it’s Sugar Free Kool-Aid Though Which is Good I’m on a Diet I’m on Weight Watchers Last Night I Worked Out for a Bit the First Time Since Starting Weight Watchers I Have a Punching Bag in the Garage and I’ve Got a Pair of Boxing Gloves and so I Spent a Bit Over a Half Hour Punching That and it Was Nice It Was Relaxing I Felt Good and Then I Took a Bath I Got Some Ebooks by Dennis Cooper and Harold Bloom Although the Latter I Think Did Some Things That are Problematic I Was Still Compelled by Samuel R. Delany Writing in His Essay on Why He Writes About Bloom’s Idea That Artists Create Art in Rebellion Against the Failure to Create Art I’m Paraphrasing but I Like the Idea of the Content in This Title Being a Paraphrase Looking Back I Wonder if My Comments About the Show Euphoria Are a Little Flip… I Hope Not I Don’t Think They Are They Weren’t Intended That Way… Looking Back Too at the Manuscript This Title Will Be Affixed to There’s Some John Maus in There and I Don’t Know if He’s Really a Trumper or What but I Will Keep his Ideas in There as They’re Divorced from Most Political Stuff and I Admire His Art From My Current Perspective Not Having All the Answers and Wanting to Give People the Benefit of the Doubt Even After the Hell of the Last Four Years I’m Including Here a Footnote That’s Also Indicative of Much of the Book and is Just Full of Things I Enjoy Here Goes: “  NOTES 1 (Hereafter TPR). 2 Michael Pisaro’s “Eleven Theses on the State of New Music, (after Alain Badiou),” 2004, 2006, (hereafter PNM). 3 Alain Badiou’s “15 Theses on Contemporary Art,” 2003, (hereafter BCA). 4 Punk rock, insofar as it is considered here, is a musical truth, i.e., a truth of the singular way of listening we call “music.” As such, it is, e.g., neither a truth of politics, or science; nor is it a truth of poetry, or some other art. 5 Subjects to this musical truth include: Madonna, Bob Dylan, Cabaret Voltaire, The Rolling Stones, Nirvana, Johnny Cash, Tangerine Dream, James Brown, The Pink Floyd, The Supremes, Amon Düül II, Bob Marley, Burzum, Mahmud Ahmed, The Bee Gees, Technotronic, Grateful Dead, Duran Duran, The Beach Boys, Hall and Oates, Bon Jovi, Panda Bear, Govinda, Harry Merry, The Human League, Black Flag, Merle Haggard, Ariel Pink, Metallica, R. Stevie Moore, etc. It includes moments, not only from record albums, but also from television programs and commercials, video games, unrecorded performances, jingles, “the head,” etc. 6 i.e., a singularity, absolutely singular from every other musical truth, including: the musical truth of Cage and the New York School; the musical truth of Akan and Ga; the musical truth of Schoenberg and the Second Viennese School; the musical truth of Jazz; the musical truth of Haydn and Neo-Classicism; the musical truth of Hindustani; the musical truth of Bach and the Baroque; etc. 7 “Open to all” does not mean welcoming, it means universal in address. A situated experience of punk rock is always traumatic, in the sense psychoanalysis gives this word (cf., BCA: 2, 11; PNM: 4). 8 “Without being” is not non-being, but rather that which is inappropriable by the totality of being/non-being. This is something like hatred without object. That is, an impossibility, a promise withheld; neither hatred of everything (for thus everything would be an object), nor hatred of nothing (for punk rock is itself a kind of nothing), but rather hatred of the excrescent consistency of objects (cf., BCA: 1, 3, 5, 10, 13; PNM: 1). 9 …neither by fusion (combining one musical truth with another, e.g., the truth of punk rock with the truth of Cage and The New York School; the truth of jazz with the truth of punk rock, etc.); nor by “false repetition,” in the sense that Deleuze gives this phrase, (repeating what was proceeded upon by a previous work), but rather only by… 10 (cf., BCA: 1, 5, 8). 11 Contrary to what many maintain, we are not one, we are multiple. Punk rock, like every truth, gives finitude, first, in the work as an infinite convergence, the inability to achieve total immanence in the work, and second, in the work’s singularity. Here, firstly, the work is the impossibility of total immanence, that is, total immanence by total communication; it therefore has at its core the trembling edges of finitude, it thus opens and gives an always other than me. Secondly, the work is the interruption of every general and every particular, in constellation with similar interruptions (cf., J-L Nancy’s “Community of Literature”).” Even There I See the Inclusion of a Figure Like Burzum and it Gives Me Pause But I Will Continue Forward in the Construction of This Title This Special Little Title it Started With and then Moved to We Should Become the Pitiless Censors of Ourselves Because I Like That as a Mode of Operating for a Writer or an Artist to Restrain Oneself or Constrain Oneself and Remain Skeptical of What One Puts Down and Of Course You’re Thinking Well Jeez This Guy’s Writing a Long Title How Much Censorship is He Really Engaging and the Answer is Some My Friend Some I’ll Include One Final Stretch Here From the Book A Little Sampler as I Like the Blacked Out Sections: “Moving against the particularity of one’s experience, then. Giving over the controls upon the work you’re undertaking and instead giving them to somebody else. With Gag I handed Trefry a mangled former story collection and we slowly turned it into a book about a suburban home where horrible things happened and thus much of the text was blacked out—it’s more desirable that way, and most texts, including this one, should be blacked out. With Clog I plugged a former text I’d written into a platform that repeated things randomly and handed this to Kilpatrick and he tore the thing to bits. I slowly put it back together but I never really wanted to call myself the author of the thing, even when Kilpatrick’s changes became changed and changed further still. With Peripatet I handed Trefry another manuscript, made of other manuscripts, and rearranged still to create yet other manuscripts, and he redesigned it for publication in a manner I take basically zero credit for. That’s it.” And How Should I End Things Here I’m Not Exactly Sure Just How to End Them This Has Been a Long Strange Trip What a Long Strange Trip It’s Been Bless You I Hope You Enjoy This Book; or, 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