summer 1998
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CHTHONIC
DRIVEWAY
David
Michalski
[ A later revised version
is in
Cosmos and Damian (Lowell:
Bootstrap Press, 2005) ]
Since socialization is never complete and
the contents it internalizes face continuing threats to their
subjective
reality, every society must develop procedures of reality maintenance
to
safeguard a measure of symmetry between objective and subjective
reality.
Roufus-sided Towhee: twet twet twet.
If New York City would suddenly go wrong
in different ways, even if only by one hour, all economic life and
communication
of the city would
In this place, a fictive setting, where
business
affairs are divorced from social function.
Open a file. Click on search. Look for a
word met with suspicion.
and the intellectually calculating
economic
egotism need not fear any deflection
because
of the imponderables of personal relationships.
Now find the search file under business. What
is in it?
Monotony is nourished by the
new.
There's a new command key for every
organization.
An inter-human struggle, where monuments
of waste shadow the accomplishments of enterprise.
I think one of the best slogans we ever had
was
Like trying to be own person.
We smile because we want to...would you take
our picture?
Where are these towers?
They are easily marked from afar.
They might as well be in Paris.
In the windswept stairwells
of the Eiffels, one encounters
the fundamental aesthetic experience of
today.
The ethnographer has only to stretch a narrow
scaffolding in order to draw the most contemporary aspects of the past
into his net.
How can I improve? What must be eliminated?
At work the mind is free and the body trapped, at home the body free
and
the mind trapped, at work the body rests and the mind works, at home
the
mind rests and the body works. The office is shown on postcards
symbolizing
the Cosmopolis. The Cosmopolis exists on postcards sent to those
watching
tv. The taxi cab was filled with blood, where your body sent your mind.
The cab driver was nice.
The best slogan,
was
something about—
There being nothing
slower than a fax.
or
It's almost a sin if don't have fun at work.
or
It's a sin that we almost made him our slogan.
or the Hooded Warbler:
tweeet
tweet twet twt twt .
We were welcomed to our project with hyssop
and ictus...
The turning, like the tuning of pitched forks
and coal bellies and pork and coffee, ripped earth, made road,
expanded,
built hedges, developed wages, spread bridges, spat blood, New Jersey,
down eastern corridor, like some street urchin / mall / rat, where
there
are two views, one in front of the facades one from behind. Where the
water
introduces cholera to the system. Where parties dance with wired grins.
Chose not to think, about the weight of commerce. It was like not
thinking
about the weight of vegetation, or the volume of clouds, astrological
things,
ideal types, normative rhythms. Instead he entered upon a premises
already
fitted. The career must be a learned appreciation. The heaviest action
was that of an organization build on finely tuned ranks of status,
infinitely
divisible numerically. Masked as a
philosophy
that measured evidential conditions, an infinitely fine analogy running
through all forms (unité de plan), is established, and those
that
may be compared to innumerable variations on a theme which is not
given,
measurable in the documentation of lunch-------say from 12:30 until
1:30
or 2 on Fridays.mass action is happening
scarlet tanager: twet tweat — twet
tweat
scarlet tanager: taawet twet
taawet.
an abandoned drum in a haystack
an abandoned drum in a haystack?
yes, an abandoned drum in a car sack.
an abandoned drum in a car sack?
yes a piece of gum in your jet set.
A piece of gum in your jet set?
yes, you can come to my project
an infinitely indivisibility of following
------------------------- chrmed by power as if it could possibly be
the
same as my ideafrightened of the future—graspless of the
ages,----susumed--------
NYC pulls us with its parallel infinities into the improbable
transparent
towers, it's splendid coercion, its windows lit all the night
through.
These forms of identification are a company
of knowledge workers, empowering nebular forms in the reproach of
desiderata.
Connection, eventually soaking,
on rubber wheels and xanthan.
they form to signal approach.
eventually those self interested loud
voices
of sensationalism acquire packaging.
something more passionate in that washing
machine mind. building vast empires of lint. layers of industrial
language
pollution. like trying to promote above all else, only for the short
sensation
of the exchange. the degree to which any object is enjoyed by the
parties
where there is a substantive restriction.
oh varnished coat-rack,
suddenly surely brightly
polished by lobsters.
the software with high expectations, the
emphasizing
leaps of judgment of light, of dominate the twenty first century. a
century
long cord of commitment to social and economic affairs, financial news
and data. the perfect mirage of foam and unction.
Dynamism, eventually in low cloud
whispers
of charm the syntax, of manipulation and
demeanor,
of exploitation, of explosion.
to pull out a sense commitment at the right
moment.
To count sheep,
to put such things on the answering
machine,
of reproach extracted through
science.
Alleged eternal, form was approach. You
poor maniac.
As the many in the one Vice President
attests.
It's almost a sin if don't have fun at work.
(being a superpower means there's always time to kill.)
I think it has a balletic quality to
it.
coordinated chaos
The effort to be social implies that the
game maintain it’s integrity. Some things just can’t be said. These
rarely
enter the script. The pace seemed quickened. The estimate had to be
sent
uptown. The order had to be ready by noon. . Left to it’s own devices .
There was a meeting scheduled this morning. A deadline was bearing
down.
That's right coordionated chaos
Caught in the stupor of sensation her next
step was into society, showcase of the world. Images formed the
negation
of conspiracy, the exact opposite.
Associates d\isorder
cyrillion warbler, seven examples...
A festive celebration allows the company
to honor both its culture and this achievement simultaneously.
Unidentified Employee #5: Good
morning!
Group of Employees: (In unison) Good
morning!
Employee #5: Yeah! Great! Thank you and
welcome
to Telemachus. You all fired up? Yes and you should be, you should
be.
Companies are using strategic training and
hiring
to create cultures.
The flight of reason.
I--I like the fact that--that kind of
openness,
you know, and I know people say it's cultish and all that, and--and we
hear all that, and that's all good and fine. Well, we'll take that.
We'll
accept that. Anybody who's here, wants to work here. You got the casual
wear, you got the fun, you got a place that's making money, that's
profitable.
What more is there?
And I truly enjoyed what I was doing, being
with
the public.
amidst these clouds
100,000 years of [animism]
kentucky warbler. 1. tweet tweet twet
tweet.
2. tweet twet twet. 3 twettwet tweeet tweet.
sooner or later,today sunshine and
rain
together we'll come to your door sparrow,
mole,
Born: Pasadena California lock where
meetings
are truly
parasites sans [management could let the
host go]
a quest to accommodate shouldn't you
be
clashes of...excited, remember
you'll make a lot of money
doing abstract reality, grasshopper sparrow
1. twet twwwwwt. 2.twwwt twwwweet.
Non-computer reading: "Volcano Lover: A
Romance"
by Susan Sontag caused by a kitchen knife to a surgical
entrepreneurial spirit and an umbrella
trust
sympathetic dystrophy syndrome
together Frequent flyer miles:
200,000
Fourteen past the hour, the call came in
from
purchase headquarters, a mix of light rain on cut grass, a drive up a
drive
below sculpted canopy, with powder smirk and cor-ten steel under arm,
in
pressed garments clung to the headset. A deal could be made now the
language
was in place, as was the pattern of distribution. It would have to move
throughout the arteries, have doors open and shut in succession.
Precedents
from past centuries, rooted in
relationships
long since abandoned. Legal matter in sheep's clothing. Wool and
fleece,
a satin tie or silk socks carried over from silk hose and buckled shoes
and globes with serpent beasts and cargo below decks. The fear of
lawsuits
and interrupted plans, the will to swallow loses, move on, the
understanding
of survival in terms of heroes. Held out his wishbone, it was an
attractive
promise. A rented charisma.
In the truck barreling past Gunhill Rd, in
Wappinger falls. On Wappinger concrete, the wings of birds in weights
and
measure, on loaded scales amidst locks, and the glyphs of Wappinger,
found
objects, rediscovered at the end of the assembly line, locked and
divorced
from assembly, committee, process, processors and plastic. The plastic
arts, crossed lanes. 18 tons on 18 wheels inched closer, engulfed in
black
soot, the arts, it's obstacles, it's memory and sped past…
Alleged Metropole is a
ethnographic collage project conducted David Michalski concerning
commuter
life in lower Manhattan.
summer 1998
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