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June 08, 2026
More in A somatic shadow cast by ambiance chasers A somatic shadow cast by ambiance chasers
Jim:
Subversion -- yeh, just another manifestation of conformity -- anarchists demanding constitutional rights.
Duchamp; I'm vaguely unfamiliar with him, just the cube-fusion nude and the fountain of passed pleasures, though since your comment, I've been admiring his versatility, though obviously he's not in the same league as Abū Rayhān Muhammad ibn Ahmad Bīrūnī [only a polymath could entertain such a name] -- still, I'm now thinking inside the green box. Likewise Sierpinski, with whom I'm more intimately unfamiliar, having been obssessed with the functionality of triangles since first encountering the Kanizsa non-event horizon.
Your posts, i have to admit, regularly send me on disruptive tangential excursions, particularly the 'codswallop' series; distinctly entertaining stuff for an unpolished punymath like me, especially during those interminable knots of hiatus betwen life and death :>)
Leanne:
Stressed out and finely fumbled -- I rarely spawn a sonnet with perfect rhythm; I'm kind of subversive that way. I guess I compensate when reading to myself and if it doesn't sound utterly grotesque, it rests in the piece. I was actually [wondering if I could get away with saying 'actually'] more concerned about S2 L4, for a plethora of (3) reasons, which prompted meandering á la Hanson
My mum constantly pisses me off. It's a reciprocal arrangement, a routine assimilation -- well, families are all about sharing, so that's one box ticked and buried, or did I just read that in one of Jim's necromantic tomes? Actually [though I think I got away with it], my mum's something of an angel, which naturally pisses me off, and she naturally forgives my inhumanity.
On a more or less serious note, this poetic reverie was generated by a persistent neck muscle injury, resulting in a variety of sublimated self-misdiagnoses, the primary protagonist being a tumour of a magnitude equating with that of a modestly small planet, or an impossibly large creme egg, neither of which infers that I am almost pregnant.
by Laura doom on Jul. 23 2009
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