Temporal Limbic Epilepsy, if that's the term, leaves the hapless sufferer unable not to write
obsessively about their every movement. My new years resolution was to aquire this syndrome
but apply it to links. Bastante. Maybe manyana. Any suggestions for a term to describe the kind of epilepsy I suffer from.
I was here , clicked the "uh" link by Bill which took me here, then clicked the top link which took me here. I clicked the DMT link and read this page. I then went to this page, clicked the comments link for the post titled "up your bloomers" and posted this.
This post began with a little info on a Kenneth Goldsmith project. Kenny is a NYC artist who works with words and lists (seemingly influenced by the nyc sound poet/concrete poetry school, he's a full generation (+) younger than Bernstein, etc. ) as documentary and visual info, He also writes for ny press and has a challenging radio program on 91.1 wfmu under the name kenny g (from 3 - 6 pm on thursdays) / but it looks likes he may have posted (a list of his record collection) to the fmu message board as winston.
In Italian, the word is basta.
Hello dear sir,
I am a 42 year old male artist living in Vermont. I have just recently been diagnosed as having Temporal Limbic Epilepsy and have had my my apendix removed about twenty years ago.
All of a sudden certain things are happening in my or with my neurology. Since my first recognized seizure, a couple of weeks ago, my personal energy seems to have had some difficulty traveling past my solar plexis. I must tell you that before this, I wasn't really in touch with energy flow or stoppage. This enery seems to have been trying to connect with my missing apendix. As of now, the energy has seemed to make some temporary connection with different receptors down in the same area.
Doctors have put me on tegretol and it sort of stops convulsions fairly well yet the siezures are now recognizable in the brain. They are still regular in that respect. I can tell when one is about to happen or maybe it is already happening. I develope aches in the bone, in the muscle and next I can feel the brain as if it is active-working to wire and make stuff happen. As much as my brain knows what I want to say, my lips don't speak. I feel like I can move my limbs, yet somehow I don't want to.
There is so much more from factual types to much more escoteric left side artsy serendipituous activity.
Your time and consideration in this, becoming more and more emotional, matter is greatly appreciated. Thank you.
Reminds me of the good ol' days of Minimalism, when everybody was into this sort of thing, and there was actually an audience that gave a damn.
One can get into certain states of mind where you're just concerned with "what is going on now?": well, it's like this; and now it's like this; and now it's like this…My friend Matt McCaslin once did a "sculpture" which was simply a weather radio, which is similar: continual updates on current conditions, but then leads into predictions of the future.
The KG piece is also a sort of tautology, an endless repetition of the realization that "hey! I'm stuck in a goddamn body here…"
Tautology can be useful, God being the prime example. His famous explanation to Moses is a tautology: "I am that I am."
Sometimes I think that the only things we can speak or know are Tautology and Prophecy: the present is Tautology; the future is Prophecy, and once we get there, Tautology again. History is just Prophecy in reverse, which is to say, it ain't exactly Truth. Truth is Tautology in reverse: it is that it is. We just don't know what it is.
Yesterday kenny played a loop of a jingle (3 min.) from the movie Giant - it was insufferable mad ave schmaltz - after an hour he broke for station id and went wack to it for a while longer.
Boys will be boys; girls will be women. I am here. You, though, go ahead.