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What a trip!
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Assalam alaikum and au revoir!
From 6/4 to 6/9: Marrakech.
From 6/9- 6/16: Paris
Careful Reading
Egyptian belly dance – Nour
Later, I saw:
an ochre catfish swimming in a tank of beautiful carp in a tank on Mott St. (the one next to the old Double Happiness) — maybe one of the ugliest fish I had ever seen
an empty cardboard that had once held MSG (“Ajinomoto — 99+% pure”) — that’s a whole lotta MSG!
As if to serve as antidote, not long after the episode with the DVD seller, I came upon, down in the Atlantic subway station:
first a booth of two handsome Lubavitchers set up looking for Jews to bring back into the fold. They didn’t try to give me their spiel but very sweetly said hi
and immediately after, coming out of the elevator, an extravagantly dreadlocked black man with a shopping cart COMPLETELY laden with Africana — drums, fabric printed with village scenes, tasseled hats (like those I imagine on Moroccan water sellers) other musical instruments…
I loved the city again.
Intersection of Race and Gender
I got off work a little early yesterday and took the bus down DeKalb, got off at Flatbush and decided to walk to Target to hang out in some air conditioning — it had already hit 90 degrees. Walking past the Nevins station, I passed a seller of incense, oils, books and DVDs. He was tall, remarkably handsome, black, and wearing a beautifully embroidered kameez and cap. Remembering a film I had seen a few months ago about the popularity of the so-called “Protocols of the Elders of Zion” among such sellers, I browsed the DVDs — only to find such titles as “Judaism, a Stolen Religion,” and “Jews, the Illegitimate Race.” The cover of the latter was illustrated with an old-fashioned cartoon of an orthodox Jew, with a pendulous nose and side-curls. I picked it up and walked over to the seller.
“Can I help you, sister?” he said.
“How much is this?”
“Fifteen dollars.” (If it had been five, I would have bought it out of curiosity)
“You know, I have to say, I find this really heartbreaking and offensive.” (I put the DVD down on top of some incense.)
“Heartbreaking? Why heartbreaking?”
“To have the group of people I come from labeled ‘illegitimate.’… (I looked right at him) You should be able to relate.”
“You should put that back where you found it,” he said, indicating the DVD.
“Thanks for helping your ‘sister’,” I said, and marched off, despondent and furious. “Jerk.”
People are so fucking stupid.
Notes on zaum
Transrational language: a temporary ecstasy, more private than public. Can be returned to sporadically for intense sensation, like ice cream. Best used “in the mix” for contrast, i.e. as dessert (although not necessarily in a linear sense).
Glossolalia: the showy display of murky privacy.
Cherish the zaumishness of garbage-y cyber-detritus. Don’t knock it — use it, milk it.
Fear of the transrational in poetry is akin to a fear of sex (fear of milkiness?).
Animal language is probably not transrational, although it appears to be, to us.
We can keep the transrational interesting not just by contrast — also by degrees and permutations.
Is the transrational a mutation of the rational? Trun hoova blee smur.
