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erasure poet

When Jeremy Lin signed with Toronto a few days ago he texted Jonas Valanciunas — who was a real fan favourite around here before he got traded away — to respectfully ask if it would be okay to wear JV's former number 17.

JV said cool, and now Lin is #17.

Plus, erasure poets go to NBA basketball games!

an olympiad is a unit of time

olympiad

manufactory

NBA: the ultimate manufactory of plastic.

motorized plastic, flavoured plastic, plastic with hooks, translucent plastic, stacey augmon plastic!!, consistent plastic, synesthetic plastic, narrative plastic, timecoded plastic, erotoplastic, etc.plastic . . .

sochi(chi)

so-chi-chi

"The practice of sport is a human right. Every individual must have the possibility of practicing sport, without discrimination of any kind and in the Olympic spirit, which requires mutual understanding with a spirit of friendship, solidarity and fair play."

(Olympic Charter, as quoted by Google)

prophylactic

prophylactic

involution: a phallic object and its envelopment, the relation seemingly turned upon itself; rhythms and waves and particles reconfigured; breath blows the resonant signal that stimulates production.

the only thing that appears to be the same is the prophylactic device.

Light Cycle Inscription

spectacle bank

The marathon course is drawn, inscribed within the established grids of an urban core. New barriers are created, temporarily cutting off certain flows (cars, bicycles, pedestrians) in order to facilitate others: a gated conduit for the gaited competitors who will run on this crisp gray morning.

This cut creates a new surface, or perhaps we can say it multiplies surfaces — it is surfacing, actively producing itself in the proliferating striations of the new territory. Perhaps we can say it is for security, or perhaps we can say that security offers the alibi for a folding of spectacle upon itself, the intestinal guts of vectoral capitalism turned outwards as if Lyotard's great ephemeral skin revealing the shit that really makes the machinery slicken.

Glide then, runners: extend your energetics into this libidinal surface as you race to that cloaca called a finish line. The light cycles of sponsorship precede your motorcade at the flanks, both shiny and festering with their spectacular repetition and insatiable appetite. But remember this digestive cookie from Guattari as footstep and breath connect to eyes and stomach: "It's on this level of investments of desire that there are reserves of capacity to express the revolt."