Memories of the World, Cup Overfloweth

Zidane Eyes

June 2007: It was a little blonde girl, perhaps twelve years of age, kicking a soccer ball by herself. Her actions were deliberate, as if trying to develop some skill that she couldn't quite muster. Since a few of us had taken to kicking a ball around in the hotel courtyard after lunches, I motioned her to send a pass in my direction. We started kicking the ball back and forth a few times, after which she asked me a question … in German. I didn't understand a word she said. I was also trying to ask her a question, and tried to communicate back to her in English, equally to no avail. Our gesticulations couldn't overcome the language barrier either, and I could sense her becoming increasingly frustrated with this inability to make ourselves understood.

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"Only apparently do the players relate to each other empirically as discrete terms, mediated by reflection and language. They relate to each other in their collective becoming, as a distinct ontological level doubling their substantial being. It is this collective becoming that is the condition of a formation like a sport, common to the proto-game, the official game, unofficial versions coexisting with it, and subsequent variations of them all" (Massumi, Parables for the Virtual, p.76, emphasis added).

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July 2006: Beaded with sweat, under the glare of the stadium lights and the softer Berlin twilight, his head gleamed like a golden ball …

Memory

"I'd like to risk a basketball example…" (Brian Massumi, Saas-Fee, August 2010)

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June 2007: Isn't sport great sometimes? I left our random encounter and continued up the cobblestone path, spirits buoyed. Danke schoen, little German girl, for making me smile as well.

Motion Uncaptured

re: Captcha

stay close, think with
a passage
together
expressing expression
to open the sky,
a double expresso
to double the
free falling flesh.

energy! ecstasy!
these are poor words
for expressing the falling
impoverished language
and bodies that fall.

becoming anew
with each spoken expression
ideas and thoughts and my
falling with you.

Treatise on Table Tennis

Relational Mesh

ping . . . : . . . pong

ping . . . : . . . pong . . . : . . . ping . . . : . . . pong . . . : . . . ping . . . : . . . pong . . . : . . . ping . . . : . . . pong . . . : . . . ping . . . : . . . pong . . . : . . . ping . . . : . . . pong . . . : . . . ping . . . :

ping . . . channeled phantoms of edison sublime . . . pong . . . aural corona the scramble of time . . . ping . . . rally duration to numbering game . . . pong . . . rhythm gives birth to the name of the name . . . ping . . . grip yields to grasp on our service and spin . . . pong . . . noise gives the slip to overexposed skin . . . ping . . . unchoreograph the frenzied ballet . . . pong . . . severed connect tournament tourniquet.

ping . . . :

ping . . . :

ping . . . :

>searching . . .

>searching . . .

. . . . . . .

B-Side Wins Again

babel, amsterdam

here we go y'all, time to play ball
athletic gestural poet.

food for the brain, beats for the feet
, or
that's what Chuck D told me
when he D'd it up so sweet
, and

Balso and Beck speak bball, too, with the
jab step pitter patter pen to paper platter
, and

BB bootyshakes the late-night bebop backbeat
at the Happy sweaty hepcat hardwood affair
, and

Bebe peeps the love for a future nostalgia
no-look bounce pass hard drive to nowhere
, and

Baby Jesus leaps from the free throw line
presidential prophecy in his Air Force Ones.

the erotics of the body athletic

relationbot

apprehension
a prehension
re: sean app
impression

press on him
hymn on this
come on with
knot on miss

cat's cradle multiple
affects
percepts
and language that always says the wrong things.

double SlitScan experiment

gesture is the mo(ve)ment through which flesh-wave becomes language-particle.