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A photo today keeps the Doctor in play.

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Random Photo: Text and Texture/Asemic Concrete

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A photo every other day keeps the Doctor in play.

On Facebook I joined a group called Asemic Writing: The New Post-Literate. Now, the title of this fbpage makes my ass want a pinch of snuff, but, obsessed as I am with alphabets and other forms of writing, the samples posted of “asemic” text and art often but not always tickle this font fetishing voyeur’s eye. 

One definition of asemic is “Inability to comprehend or use communicative symbols, as word or gestures.”  I rather like that, but I think an asemic text can certainly gesture, and also jester. Jest and gesture, alternative to text and texture. The Wikipedia entry begins, “Asemic writing is a wordless open semantic form of writing. The word asemic means ‘having no specific semantic content,’ or ‘without the smallest unit of meaning.’ With the non-specificity of asemic writing there comes a vacuum of meaning, which is left for the reader to fill in and interpret.”, but I like to think of asemic texts as the Gospel of Fred (universal psychopomp of the collective unconscious) sprayed on unsuspecting surfaces with a finger of phlogistonic fire.

So there.

A flourish of my Cyranoiac panache (tip of the hat) to Nathan Horowitz, who lead me to it.

Steal This Meme: Werner Herzog Inspires

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I didn’t make this meme. I stole it. You can steal it too.

If you aren’t familiar with my infatuation with Werner Herzog, check out the entire series of Herzog inspirational memes.

Sunday Selfie: The Semi-Asemic Mirror

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I am a camera, and so are you.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

1 Corinthians 13:12

Link: Asemic Writing

 

The Zero at the Stop of Feel

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She carried the night on her skin
sweat beaded and strung

Van Gogh stars resolved into Mandelbrot sets
on the swerve of her hip

the gravity of her dark matter lensing
the must of antique light

across eons the ache
of that curve

printed in whorls on my fingertips
which were blind

before they sipped
the math of her

the inescapable vessel
of her topology

closed and boundary-free
the one and only surface

the zero
at the stop of feel.

Random Photo: Vertical Lift Counterweight

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A photo a day would keep the Doctor in play.

Scissor Dance: The Poet Lenin, Full of Snow

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The poet Lenin, full of snow or smeary stars, harangues the Soviet of Owls, while the abyss stares back.

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Friedrich Nietszche, Beyond Good and Evil