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diff --git a/age_of_oil.otx b/age_of_oil.otx index e86db58..d36b92c 100644 --- a/age_of_oil.otx +++ b/age_of_oil.otx @@ -1,28 +1,34 @@ % ---- init \sdef{_pgs:fold}{(8.5,5.5)mm} -\margins\slash 2 a5 (1,0.65,0.65,1)in +\margins/2 a5 (1,0.65,0.65,1)in \nonfrenchspacing\raggedbottom \baselineskip=15pt \fontfam[fbb] -\typosize[11\slash 13] +\typosize[11/13] \def\dq#1{``#1''} \def\booktitle#1{{\it\dq{#1}}} \def\essaytitle#1{{\it\dq{#1}}} \def\journaltitle#1{{\it #1}} \def\movietitle#1{{\it #1}} +\def\songtitle#1{{\it #1}} +\def\tvtitle#1{{\it #1}} +\def\filmtitle{\movietitle} +\def\sectiontitle#1{{\caps #1}} \def\term#1{{\it\dq{#1}}} -\def\e#1{{\it #1}} +\def\e#1{{\it #1}\/} \long\def\Q#1{{\leftskip=1in\parindent=0pt #1\par}} \def\cbrk#1{\vskip 1em \hfil #1 \hfil\nl\vskip 1em} \def\dinkus{\cbrk{* * *}} \def\ld{…} \def\textsuperscript#1{$^{#1}$} \def\ae{æ} +\def\term#1{\e{\dq{#1}}} +\def\turn#1{\transformbox{\pdfrotate{180}}{#1}} -% --- design -\_def\_chapfont{\_scalemain\_typoscale[\_magstep3\slash \_magstep3]\it} +%---design +\_def\_chapfont{\_scalemain\_typoscale[\_magstep3/\_magstep3]\it} \_def\_printchap #1{\_vfill\_supereject \_prevdepth=0pt \_vglue\_medskipamount @@ -34,7 +40,7 @@ \_firstnoindent } -% --- go +%---go {\tt\parindent=0pt\parskip=0pt From the Library of the \hfil New Museum of \nl @@ -198,7 +204,7 @@ Even if we were to open John F. Kennedy's coffin, what would we see? Would we wa But how can we think that he was ever present, alive, fully here? I never saw him in person. I will never see him in person. I've never seen the wife who probably saw more of him than any of you or I have seen of him. His mother is also away from my sight, and she too has seen him a great deal. But who has ever seen John F. Kennedy? We see him on matchbooks, in history books, on 50 cent pieces. And that's all. Yet there is a body, embalmed, interred deep in the soil at the National Cemetery about four and a half hours by train from here. Is that just where he is? He's in a place, a site, a locale in our hearts, America's heart, but where is that? Since our envaulted desire still refuses to think he's dead, he's then alive somewhere entering as supplement, here, at this moment at least, when I say, \dq{Ask not what your country can do for you\ld\ ask what you can do for your country} on this day of Thanksgiving and the ingestion of turkey meat. -Today when I ate turkey, I didn't vomit it up at all. I could have, thinking of how much I love the man, how much he could have eaten me up, like the parent he was, besides, don't all parents say, "I could eat you up!"? No, I didn't vomit, but then when you eat too much you feel like vomiting. Yes, I felt like vomiting, but only for a moment and when that moment occurred I realized that I would hate the taste of the regurgitation. So I pushed it back inside of me, deep inside, just so that it would stay there and not come up and out of me. +Today when I ate turkey, I didn't vomit it up at all. I could have, thinking of how much I love the man, how much he could have eaten me up, like the parent he was, besides, don't all parents say, \dq{I could eat you up!}? No, I didn't vomit, but then when you eat too much you feel like vomiting. Yes, I felt like vomiting, but only for a moment and when that moment occurred I realized that I would hate the taste of the regurgitation. So I pushed it back inside of me, deep inside, just so that it would stay there and not come up and out of me. Why is John F. Kennedy on all the matchbooks, the Kenmore Stamp Company matchbooks? The Kenmore Company is reinforcing its product with the usual illustrious and dead public figures, for stamps commemorate the American dead. But why an ad bearing a duplication of JFK's stamp and why are they so common? Why the conjunction of matches, JFK stamp and a name that cryptically rings with Kennedy, Kenmore? Anyway, I light my cigarette bearing in mind that I must close the package before I strike the match. And when I close the package there's the man, John F. Kennedy. The flame is lit and will stay lit until I put it out. By that time my cigarette is burning while the match is out. Even when my cigarette is out, someone else will have theirs lit. The fire goes on, like the \dq{eternal torch} in the National Cemetery over the graves of John F. Kennedy and Robert F. Kennedy. @@ -246,7 +252,7 @@ Joe DiMaggio places a rose everyday on Marilyn Monroe's tombstone. His last name The advertisement also states, \dq{Life insurance rates for women are lower still.} Where are they lower? In our hearts? In the cryptic locales of New York subways that drive past the basements of the Bowery Savings Banks or Joe DiMaggio's future cemetery? Of all the women in America is she the lowest, deepest, \e{stillest}, in our hearts? Is she really buried in a Bowery Savings Bank somewhere in Manhattan instead of Los Angeles? He says in another ad, \dq{It's never too late to start saving.} Change \dq{saving} into \dq{safing} as in \dq{safe,} recalling that a crypt is a safe in the Self, a locket, vault, a sealed enclosure. \dq{It's never too late to start your safe deposit vault of fantasies of incorporation with a dead object, mine being Marilyn Monroe.} -Ted Kennedy's promotional campaign on television will be edited along with advertisements for blue jeans, Jordache, Sasson or Vanderbilt. Ted is also in the place of John F. or Robert F., since he is identical by being the surviving brother to those brothers now dead. But why blue jeans and a Kennedy? Let us presume that John F. Kennedy had an affair with a woman who was also a "president," that is, James Monroe nearly equals Marilyn Monroe, noting president Monroe's first name, \e{James}, also resembles the \e{Jean} in Norma Jean. With Norma being "a worn," "love (\e{amour})," and "a mourn" Jean, we can see why jeans and the Kennedy's are so American. But what can we transpose J.F.K. into? +Ted Kennedy's promotional campaign on television will be edited along with advertisements for blue jeans, Jordache, Sasson or Vanderbilt. Ted is also in the place of John F. or Robert F., since he is identical by being the surviving brother to those brothers now dead. But why blue jeans and a Kennedy? Let us presume that John F. Kennedy had an affair with a woman who was also a \dq{president,} that is, James Monroe nearly equals Marilyn Monroe, noting president Monroe's first name, \e{James}, also resembles the \e{Jean} in Norma Jean. With Norma being \dq{a worn,} \dq{love (\e{amour}),} and \dq{a mourn} Jean, we can see why jeans and the Kennedy's are so American. But what can we transpose J.F.K. into? J.F.K. \e{J} is an alphabetical symbol that was derived from: the Greek symbol iota, the letter $\iota$. \e{J} is in \e{J}esus, a transcription of the New Testament Greek pronounced \dq{{\caps iesu.}} The \e{j} in \e{J}esus is just a harder breathing of an \e{i} particularly if the \e{i} occurs in conjunction with other vowels. Pronounce \dq{i\ld e\ld s\ld u} We'll assume then that \e{i} and \e{j} are phonetically similar, allophonic. Thus the letters in J.F.K. now read I.F.K. (There's also the question of \e{i} and \e{j}'s proximity to each other in the alphabet.) What does that sound like? I propose it sounds like \dq{I fuck,} the \e{i}, \e{f}, and \e{k} being prominent intervals in the phrase, \dq{I fuck.} @@ -353,7 +359,7 @@ The Australian woman is in a highly male-affectionate culture. The frontiersman The sun's strength on this island is intense. Its strength is a symbol for the Father. Not being able to see it directly testifies to its prowess, otherwise one becomes blind, blind in the eyes, substitutive and displacable with one's testicles. Australians know the sun's power here. Rituals of tanning and skin protection ward off the omnipresence of the star while also admitting to the delight over its mastery. Sodomization by the sun evidences itself in a submission to its omnipresence, as in the instance of a woman in an ad where her derrier is pointed to the very thing that will make her more golden or blonde. I tend to stay away from too much sun because it's so hard for me to tan with ease, unless I'm methodical, but then that becomes tiresome. Even my name \e{Duncan Howard Smith} can become totally anagrammatized into \e{Can't Do Hard Sun Whim}, an observation that unsettled me before I came here. -Australia's animals convey its ultra-archaic, absolute otherness. Mammals, like the platypus and the echidna, are unusual because they lay eggs, yet are still within the phylum \e{Mammalia}. The kangaroo, a marsupial (they carry their young in pouches or traces of pouches while nursing them), and a very large one at that, made Sylvester the cartoon cat mistake it for a gigantic mouse. On the same cartoon series, \e{The Bugs Bunny Show}, the Tasmanian Devil becomes the most ferocious animal in the minds of its young viewers. The animals here support the common opinion that Australia is exotic, strange, nonmundane. They tend to fall into the characteristics of science fiction denizens or some clever novelist's conjuring of an imaginary realm. A "wombat" sounds like such a fantastical construction. +Australia's animals convey its ultra-archaic, absolute otherness. Mammals, like the platypus and the echidna, are unusual because they lay eggs, yet are still within the phylum \e{Mammalia}. The kangaroo, a marsupial (they carry their young in pouches or traces of pouches while nursing them), and a very large one at that, made Sylvester the cartoon cat mistake it for a gigantic mouse. On the same cartoon series, \e{The Bugs Bunny Show}, the Tasmanian Devil becomes the most ferocious animal in the minds of its young viewers. The animals here support the common opinion that Australia is exotic, strange, nonmundane. They tend to fall into the characteristics of science fiction denizens or some clever novelist's conjuring of an imaginary realm. A \dq{wombat} sounds like such a fantastical construction. A wilderness TV show edified me as to the peculiarities of Australian wildlife, namely its freak of evolution, the marsupial. The show's narrator conjectured that these pouch-bearing animals came from North America, across the Bering Strait through Asia, then Indonesia, and finally Australia. A land-bridge connected Australia hundreds of millions of years ago to Indonesia, and as they propagated on this southernmost continent, the land-bridge severed itself from Asia. Thereupon the marsupials adapted to the variances in temperature, terrain and flora, coming up with the bizarre species people so often associate with Australia. As metaphor for Australia's status, the Australian artist just might exploit its rarities of climate and geography. Evolving into totally eccentric and other paths would be the aesthetic credo, rather than assimilating the cultural resources of more industrialized nations and urban milieus. Nature has made the oddities of fauna in this locale just as the Australian artist could make totally odd and perfectly indigenous creations, by-products of an environment found nowhere else. @@ -377,7 +383,7 @@ Cars, as everyone knows, are powered by oil, a condition that powerful interests Within the car there is a radio, and within the word car there is the anagram RCA. Originally a company aligned to the technical innovation of transmitting sound over distances, RCA became equatable with the radio. And nearly every car has a radio or RCA (letterally) within it. -Cars and radios are thus in intimate connection, rhetorically a metonymic one. What is interesing is that cars are powered by oil just as radios, in association, are powered by oil. Both are in conjunction with oil, cars burn oil while radios play oil, that is, records, made of oil or vinyl, are played over the apparatus of a radio. The car that burns oil reproduces the radio that plays oil, here records, an oil-derived product. Even the word \{ra}dio has two essential letters for c\e{ar}. +Cars and radios are thus in intimate connection, rhetorically a metonymic one. What is interesing is that cars are powered by oil just as radios, in association, are powered by oil. Both are in conjunction with oil, cars burn oil while radios play oil, that is, records, made of oil or vinyl, are played over the apparatus of a radio. The car that burns oil reproduces the radio that plays oil, here records, an oil-derived product. Even the word \e{ra}dio has two essential letters for c\e{ar}. Again without oil our cars or RCA could not goe. The loss of oil to power our cars is as threatening as the loss of oil\slash vinyl\slash records for our RCA, our popular music, played over the car radio, the \e{ra}dio cryptically echoing the c\e{ar} it is contained in. We hear the radio with our ears, noting another similarity between c\e{ar} and e\e{ar}. E\e{ar}s hear the c\e{ar} \e{ra}dio. Also, \e{ear} is within h\e{ear}. Since we have ended up identifying with our cars so much, we've also ended up identifying with the stars our ears hear, our popular musicians heard on music stations over the radio. Elvis Presley loved cars, which is inevitable since he was signed over to the record company RCA. America loves cars and loves to hear Elvis Presley. The lack of oil will then make loving cars and hearing rock stars an impossibility (since their voices are on an oil\slash vinyl record). @@ -407,13 +413,13 @@ Oil companies have a lot of gold from all the money they've made. Gold and oil a But if oil is shitty in its crude state and then valuable in its refined state, a hit record, or one of the \e{hits}, here was once \e{shit}, since \e{shit} and \e{hits} are anagrams of each other. From crude oil equals shit to refined oil or vinyl equals hits as in the phsase \dq{Top 40 Hits} (Shit), oil will always bear the meaning of its excremental status. Records, as texts, are involved in the problematic of being \dq{extrinsic excrement} or \dq{intrinsic ideality} (Derrida). Oil pollutes too, as in oil slicks or massive refinery plant fires. The dead remnants of prehistoric forests left their rich deposits behind so as to fuel our possessions. Oil is the manure of ancient forests just as it is a manure when \dq{crude} or \dq{dirty} before it is cleaned and refined into the Top 40 Hits (Shit) vinyl LPs. The anal drive completes oil's four-wheel drive that helps the American (to) drive. -Also the anality of oil is prefigured in the means to mine it. Drilling into the earth to yield the riches (Atlantic \w{Rich}field) withheld by resistant layers of crust obeys sadistic, coprophagic ideas. (Coprophagia is "feeding off dung.") For the ecarth to withhold its riches is much like the constipated retention of f\ae ces that enemas or in similar fashion oil rigs relieve. +Also the anality of oil is prefigured in the means to mine it. Drilling into the earth to yield the riches (Atlantic \e{Rich}field) withheld by resistant layers of crust obeys sadistic, coprophagic ideas. (Coprophagia is \dq{feeding off dung.}) For the ecarth to withhold its riches is much like the constipated retention of f\ae ces that enemas or in similar fashion oil rigs relieve. Oil is gold and gold is shit. Thus oil is shit, either because it resembles shit (dark, untouchable, nauseating, hidden from view) or because its extremely valued state allows us to compare it with what is the least valued as gold is with shit. Gifts, and the symbology derived from them, obey oblative, anal drive ideas. Oil companies and oil rich countries give us oil, or they, in their withholding, retain the precious gift. This is sadism in its truest sense. Furthermore, concern over the profits oil companies make propels moral ideas as to a more proper distribution, another facet of the oblative character of the anal drive. The shit\slash oil\slash gold should be circulated in equivalent amounts, otherwise retention forces those lacking into accusations of hoarding, another anal motif. America's desire to ration its oil supplies demonstrates what attenuations the anal drive can goe to. Frugality and judicious use of oil are not without their sadistic connotations, a sodomy done to all, while elsewhere lurks the greater sadists, Arabia and the large oil companies. -The unseen character of oil, its abstractness, after all this gross materiality, and its transformation into fire, energy, combustion, etc. is another important idea. I've alrcady tried to explain that with records\slash oil played\slash burned on an RCA\slash car, the unseen disc of vinyl returns in the form of a flying saucer. Oil's invisibility returns in the form of a \e{disco}\slash disc\slash vinyl record that flies into the car\slash RCA burning or playing the music. This music is the beat that goes\slash egos on, drives egos on. Oil is usually the fuel that our eyes do not see. Oftentimes it is a simple mathematical quota in terms of the car's registration that the fuel is low. It can also be the rapid calculation of gallons and fractions of gallons seen at the gas pump along with its calculation into a price at another adjacent window on the pump. Its abstract character is further testified by its facilitation of general movement from one place to another. Oil is simply energy, and that energy makes things happen, but energy is not the thing, the idea, it simply allows the thing or idea or event to take place. Like the crucial distinction in psychoanalysis between idea and instinct, oil is instinct, the drive to which the idea is "soldered." Oil determines the drive's energy as well as the object of the drive, the oil-related product. The record's idea, its music, is made possible by its oil\slash vinyl as are the housewife's errands made possible by car fuel. Oil drives the car just as ideas are aligned to drives, the economic factors that account for the ideas' repetition, their persistence. There can be no idea without its concomitant energetic investment, no idea without the pressure that realizes it. Conversely there can be no energy without an idea attached to such a quantity-ridden abstraction, a notion prey to alinguistic, transcendental assertions. Oil neither escapes its idea, its conceptual, linguistic, presentational status nor does it escape its energetic quanta, its reducibility to simple distributions of affects. The word \e{oil} is just as important as its unseen combustions terious pervasiveness that organizes things while at the same time remains invisible to them. +The unseen character of oil, its abstractness, after all this gross materiality, and its transformation into fire, energy, combustion, etc. is another important idea. I've alrcady tried to explain that with records\slash oil played\slash burned on an RCA\slash car, the unseen disc of vinyl returns in the form of a flying saucer. Oil's invisibility returns in the form of a \e{disco}\slash disc\slash vinyl record that flies into the car\slash RCA burning or playing the music. This music is the beat that goes\slash egos on, drives egos on. Oil is usually the fuel that our eyes do not see. Oftentimes it is a simple mathematical quota in terms of the car's registration that the fuel is low. It can also be the rapid calculation of gallons and fractions of gallons seen at the gas pump along with its calculation into a price at another adjacent window on the pump. Its abstract character is further testified by its facilitation of general movement from one place to another. Oil is simply energy, and that energy makes things happen, but energy is not the thing, the idea, it simply allows the thing or idea or event to take place. Like the crucial distinction in psychoanalysis between idea and instinct, oil is instinct, the drive to which the idea is \dq{soldered.} Oil determines the drive's energy as well as the object of the drive, the oil-related product. The record's idea, its music, is made possible by its oil\slash vinyl as are the housewife's errands made possible by car fuel. Oil drives the car just as ideas are aligned to drives, the economic factors that account for the ideas' repetition, their persistence. There can be no idea without its concomitant energetic investment, no idea without the pressure that realizes it. Conversely there can be no energy without an idea attached to such a quantity-ridden abstraction, a notion prey to alinguistic, transcendental assertions. Oil neither escapes its idea, its conceptual, linguistic, presentational status nor does it escape its energetic quanta, its reducibility to simple distributions of affects. The word \e{oil} is just as important as its unseen combustions terious pervasiveness that organizes things while at the same time remains invisible to them. There is the vulgarity of those who stress pure, nonverbal ascensions into absolute energy, vibration, impulse, quanta, etc. They are at once giving an idea to a sensation (a sign too), this distribution of pressures that is never independent of representation, language, speaking subjects, discourse. @@ -425,23 +431,23 @@ Other movement manias, the discomania and the roller skating mania, are close to Some further points. -Having used the phrase "our oil" throughout the text, it appears to be a cryptic device since it works on a variety of registers. America's oil, the country's oil, or "our oil" works on a phonic level with the \e{l} and \e{r} substitutive with cach other. Some Oriental people have difficulty learning the interval \e{r}, since both \e{l} and \e{r} are liquids. \e{Our oil} can reverse into \e{oul oir} in light of the transposability of the liguids, thus proving the word \e{our}'s proximity to \e{oil}. On the semantic level, \e{our oil} makes the phonic connection even more binding since we do believe that oil is essential to our selves, our \e{autos}, our properties, our cars, our records, stars, arts, etc. +Having used the phrase \dq{our oil} throughout the text, it appears to be a cryptic device since it works on a variety of registers. America's oil, the country's oil, or \dq{our oil} works on a phonic level with the \e{l} and \e{r} substitutive with cach other. Some Oriental people have difficulty learning the interval \e{r}, since both \e{l} and \e{r} are liquids. \e{Our oil} can reverse into \e{oul oir} in light of the transposability of the liguids, thus proving the word \e{our}'s proximity to \e{oil}. On the semantic level, \e{our oil} makes the phonic connection even more binding since we do believe that oil is essential to our selves, our \e{autos}, our properties, our cars, our records, stars, arts, etc. \e{Iran} anagrammatizes into \e{rain}. Rain is from the air, whereas oil is from the ground or \e{oils} are from the \e{soil}. But Iran is in a desert where there is little rain. Oil's difference to water is also implicated in the question whether the Persian Gulf has water, drinkable or nondrinkable, or oil within the waters of the gulf. Is the Persian Gulf made up of oil? Since, empirically, it's saltwater, our desire belives the Persian Gulf (as in the Gulf Oil Company) to be composed of oil, an immediate explanation for its oil-rich status. But Iran and its Persian Gulf neighbors are in an arid, desert-ridden land. They only have oil and saltwater, and none of them are drinkable. America, however, has water, fresh, drinkable water in great quantities but none of the great quantities of Persian Gulf oil, made into an even greater quantity because of the equation of the gulf's waters with the wealth of the oil near its shores. The rain or water in Iran is its oil that does not come from the air but from the ground, even in our delusion from the oil-rich Persian Gulf itself, the sea, the saltwater. Saltwater already has a mineral in it just as it could possess oil: oilwater for saltwater shows a mixture of mineral with water. -I wrote this essay during the hostage crisis in Iran. Then, in 1980, nearly every American politician ran for office. "I ran" is a conceivable phrase to have been uttered by a presidential candidate in the '80s elections. "I ran against Iran" forms a neat cryptophor in the narration of a campaigning ego. And that ego will have to goe far on oil in a car to assert why Iran is something he (in specular opposition) is running against. "I go" becomes the same as "I ran" (aren't some candidates joggers, an "I ran"?), but with Iran being the aggressively counterposed party, the I go\slash ego\slash I ran of an American presidential candidate will have to outdistance Iranian policy, a difficulty since the politics of oil make that running, going and driving a tremendous problem. +I wrote this essay during the hostage crisis in Iran. Then, in 1980, nearly every American politician ran for office. \dq{I ran} is a conceivable phrase to have been uttered by a presidential candidate in the '80s elections. \dq{I ran against Iran} forms a neat cryptophor in the narration of a campaigning ego. And that ego will have to goe far on oil in a car to assert why Iran is something he (in specular opposition) is running against. \dq{I go} becomes the same as \dq{I ran} (aren't some candidates joggers, an \dq{I ran}?), but with Iran being the aggressively counterposed party, the I go\slash ego\slash I ran of an American presidential candidate will have to outdistance Iranian policy, a difficulty since the politics of oil make that running, going and driving a tremendous problem. \e{Iran's oil} anagrammatizes into the opposition \e{no Israil}. Either America gets Iran's oil at the expense of Israil\slash Israel or refuses Iran for the sake of Israel. The Arab oil \e{cartel} is a cryptophor working against those cultures that have lots of cars but no oil. A \e{cartel} of oil rich countries makes Americans in particular angry over what will not \e{let car}(s) run on their needed fuel. -America's president, (Jimmy) \e{Carter}, remixes into \e{car tar}, another cryptophor that would explain our current repetition of an oil-based economy. (His predecessor was car-related: Gerald \e{Ford}.) Carter\slash car tar cryptically advocates cars powered by tar, even though this man set up a Department of Energy. Its secretary, Mr. Schlesinger, is from the army; from the occupying forces to the question of "force" or energy in general, he is still in the same role. For force to be used against the cartel that will not let our cars goe needs someone intimate with force, energy, drives in general. If we were to "occupy" or to "\e{besetzen}" Iran, for example, it would be true to the Freudian idea of economy, the economic factor in his metapsychology. To occupy Iran is the very thing that determines occupation, \e{Besetzung}, mistranslated by James Strachey as "cathexis." The cathexis of oil in our daily lives shows how much oil is on our minds. Our occupation with oil will lead us to occupy oil, to occupy the countries that have oil. The occupation of Iran is only the intramental equivalent of an occupation, a hyper-occupation (\e{Überbesetzung}). the same kind of energy that makes joggers and disco dancers goe so fast. James Schlesinger's position in the Energy Department makes him the Defense Department's chairman all over again, simply because he will advocate "occupation," or oil, America's energy that is now about to loose occupations, to loose peace, to loose a machinery of signs, all to countries that America has to occupy for its occupation to continue. A beaten Iran will be occupied and the beat will run on and the occupation will continue its simultaneously pleasurable and unpleasurable drive. +America's president, (Jimmy) \e{Carter}, remixes into \e{car tar}, another cryptophor that would explain our current repetition of an oil-based economy. (His predecessor was car-related: Gerald \e{Ford}.) Carter\slash car tar cryptically advocates cars powered by tar, even though this man set up a Department of Energy. Its secretary, Mr. Schlesinger, is from the army; from the occupying forces to the question of \dq{force} or energy in general, he is still in the same role. For force to be used against the cartel that will not let our cars goe needs someone intimate with force, energy, drives in general. If we were to \dq{occupy} or to \dq{\e{besetzen}} Iran, for example, it would be true to the Freudian idea of economy, the economic factor in his metapsychology. To occupy Iran is the very thing that determines occupation, \e{Besetzung}, mistranslated by James Strachey as \dq{cathexis.} The cathexis of oil in our daily lives shows how much oil is on our minds. Our occupation with oil will lead us to occupy oil, to occupy the countries that have oil. The occupation of Iran is only the intramental equivalent of an occupation, a hyper-occupation (\e{Überbesetzung}). the same kind of energy that makes joggers and disco dancers goe so fast. James Schlesinger's position in the Energy Department makes him the Defense Department's chairman all over again, simply because he will advocate \dq{occupation,} or oil, America's energy that is now about to loose occupations, to loose peace, to loose a machinery of signs, all to countries that America has to occupy for its occupation to continue. A beaten Iran will be occupied and the beat will run on and the occupation will continue its simultaneously pleasurable and unpleasurable drive. \dinkus Rock music is on vinyl records. Rock music\slash records enforce their oil-based status even further by the key word \e{rock}. Oil, because it is a liquid, is not a hard, nearly unbreakable substance like other rocks, such as granite, basalt, etc. But oil is from the ground, it is a mineral, a rock, though liquid. Rock music or rock records are really oil music or oil records or even just oily oil. The same goes for disco music with \e{disco} now a \e{disco}\slash disc and equivalent to vinyl\slash oil. Music is also equivalent to the record\slash \e{disco}\slash disc that contains such sound. Disco music really means \e{disco disco}, or disc disc or record record, even in the case with rock music, oily oil. Rock and disco's asserted difference in style is refuted by their mutual equatability with oil. -The \e{roll} in "rock and \e{roll}" sounds similar to oil. Translated, rock and roll says "oil and oil." Sometimes the \e{and} in the phrase is abbreviated to just an \e{'n}. Cryptically the \e{'n} connotes \e{n}egation, the \e{n}o or \e{n}ot. Retranslated, "rock 'n roll" equals "oil no oil," a truism since the record's materiality, its oil-relatedness, is not just its essence, its intrinsic ideality as opposed to its extrinsic excrement. +The \e{roll} in \dq{rock and \e{roll}} sounds similar to oil. Translated, rock and roll says \dq{oil and oil.} Sometimes the \e{and} in the phrase is abbreviated to just an \e{'n}. Cryptically the \e{'n} connotes \e{n}egation, the \e{n}o or \e{n}ot. Retranslated, \dq{rock 'n roll} equals \dq{oil no oil,} a truism since the record's materiality, its oil-relatedness, is not just its essence, its intrinsic ideality as opposed to its extrinsic excrement. New York rests on a rock, the firm bedrock of Manhattan that will probably not be beset by carthquakes. \e{New Rock} is an understandable transformation for \e{New York}, the \e{york} really \e{royk}, a closer approximation of \e{rock}. \e{New (R)ock} is also \e{new rock 'n roll} but as \e{new rock 'n roll in New York}. \e{York} can become \e{work} noting a near rhyme for \e{York} and \e{work}. New work and new rock all goe on in New York. Rock musicians come to New York to do new work on new rock 'n roll. With \e{new} it can become the anagram \e{wen}, similar to the verb \e{to win}. To \e{win new} work on \e{new} rock in \e{New} York is what the aspiring rock musician aims at, particularly a \e{new} record, a \e{new} oil\slash rock. \e{New} York manufactures the new rock, the new oil\slash record. The aim is then the record, a word within \e{York}, \e{ryko}(rd), \e{reco}rd. To win new work on new rock in New York ends up being a new record that wins more new work. @@ -455,14 +461,14 @@ Ending this discussion evokes the ending of the Poe story, \booktitle{The Fall of the House of Usher}. The narrator describes the ancient house breaking apart: \vskip 1em -{\leftskip=0.25in\rightskip=0.25in\ld---my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder---there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters---and the deep and dark tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the "\e{House of Usher?}"\par} +{\leftskip=0.25in\rightskip=0.25in\ld---my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder---there was a long tumultuous shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters---and the deep and dark tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the \dq{\e{House of Usher?}}\par} \vskip 1em There is much that applies to our discussion of oil in this little quote. -To begin with, cars are like homes. They have walls, doors, windows. People can live in them or they can die in them, as did Roderick and his twin sister. This is confirmed by the example of mobile homes or vans, where the car\slash house equation becomes clearer. With car an anagram for RCA we cannot forget that Roderick Usher was a musician, and in our current situation, a potential RCA artist. (He played the guitar.) Change the story's title and you get, \booktitle{The Fall of the Car of Usher} or with the car\slash RCA anagram, \booktitle{The Fall of the RCA of Usher}. Nearly every house has a car in association with it. Also the radio is inside the car just as the RCA music plays inside the house. The strange name "Usher" evokes immediately those movie hall ushers that guide you to your seat to watch or stare at the film, to stare at the stars, at art, the tar of visual impressions. The word \e{Usher} can be transformed into \e{Rush} with the \e{e} omitted. Change the story's title again and you have \booktitle{The Fall of the Rushing Car} or \booktitle{The Fall of the Car that Rushes}. And the word rush is in the quote, "the mighty walls rushing asunder." Both the word \e{go(e)} as near-anagram for \e{ego}, and the verb, to drive, can be substituted for these verbs of movement (rushing, rushes): \booktitle{The Fall of the Car that Goes} or \booktitle{The Fall of the Car that Drives}. +To begin with, cars are like homes. They have walls, doors, windows. People can live in them or they can die in them, as did Roderick and his twin sister. This is confirmed by the example of mobile homes or vans, where the car\slash house equation becomes clearer. With car an anagram for RCA we cannot forget that Roderick Usher was a musician, and in our current situation, a potential RCA artist. (He played the guitar.) Change the story's title and you get, \booktitle{The Fall of the Car of Usher} or with the car\slash RCA anagram, \booktitle{The Fall of the RCA of Usher}. Nearly every house has a car in association with it. Also the radio is inside the car just as the RCA music plays inside the house. The strange name \dq{Usher} evokes immediately those movie hall ushers that guide you to your seat to watch or stare at the film, to stare at the stars, at art, the tar of visual impressions. The word \e{Usher} can be transformed into \e{Rush} with the \e{e} omitted. Change the story's title again and you have \booktitle{The Fall of the Rushing Car} or \booktitle{The Fall of the Car that Rushes}. And the word rush is in the quote, \dq{the mighty walls rushing asunder.} Both the word \e{go(e)} as near-anagram for \e{ego}, and the verb, to drive, can be substituted for these verbs of movement (rushing, rushes): \booktitle{The Fall of the Car that Goes} or \booktitle{The Fall of the Car that Drives}. -What is also pertinent is the quote "and the deep and dark tarn," knowing that "tarn" is similar to "tar," a word central to our discussion of oil. A tarn is a lake in a mountain in its denotative, dictionary meaning. But why tarn and net a lake for the fragments of \booktitle{House of Usher} to close over? \e{Tar}n conjures up an image of a black pool, a pool filled with, and let's be playful, \e{tar} or oil. +What is also pertinent is the quote \dq{and the deep and dark tarn,} knowing that \dq{tarn} is similar to \dq{tar,} a word central to our discussion of oil. A tarn is a lake in a mountain in its denotative, dictionary meaning. But why tarn and net a lake for the fragments of \booktitle{House of Usher} to close over? \e{Tar}n conjures up an image of a black pool, a pool filled with, and let's be playful, \e{tar} or oil. The rushing car or house closes over the tarn\slash tar. From one state of oil falling or closing over into another state of oil. There seems to be no escape from the pervasiveness of oil. We are \dq{deep} in oil, fallen into it and closed over it. We are ending in oil, but the ending is not yet done, since the story can be read again, or restared at, after it has closed over into the tarn. But we're somewhat free of oil, since the nar\e{rat}or was standing by the \dq{deep and dark tarn} watching the fragments, any fragment, even this fragment entitled not \dq{House of Usher} but \dq{On the Current Symbolic Status of Oil.} My fragment too closes over the tarn. We can only watch or stare at the art that will still need oil or tar to witness or \dq{stand} by that closing over. @@ -470,25 +476,25 @@ The rushing car or house closes over the tarn\slash tar. From one state of oil f Why are diamonds a girl's best friend? Diamonds, the most popular gemstone, are also the symbol for steadfast love. A girl's best friend finds symbolic expression in the idea of the diamond. However, a diamond is not a friend, nor a lover, and then it is in very odd ways. -"A diamond is forever," so say those advertisements for diamonds, the female being quietly embraced by the man she is either engaged or married to. Her ring indicates lifelong friendship with the companion. The ring can be worn until she dies and thus she may pass it on as an heirloom, a testament to her brief stay in the world of the living, a monument of her former life. Or she may discard it as soon as that love has corrupted into divorce, a broken engagement, her partner's death and so forth. Even off one's finger, diamonds are still around, they still "ring" and are not necessarily on one's finger. +\dq{A diamond is forever,} so say those advertisements for diamonds, the female being quietly embraced by the man she is either engaged or married to. Her ring indicates lifelong friendship with the companion. The ring can be worn until she dies and thus she may pass it on as an heirloom, a testament to her brief stay in the world of the living, a monument of her former life. Or she may discard it as soon as that love has corrupted into divorce, a broken engagement, her partner's death and so forth. Even off one's finger, diamonds are still around, they still \dq{ring} and are not necessarily on one's finger. -When we hear a record being played, we know that a record player's pickup and its needle are composed of a perfectly hard substance, a diamond. Rubies and sapphires, the next hardest gems, are not as strong as the diamond. This is because of the diamond's four-carbon molecular structure, a structure that pervades the entirety of the diamond and makes it the hardest, most "invincible" of all matter. \e{Adamas} is the Latin word for diamond, a corruption from the adjective for invincible, \e{adamantinus}. Steadfast, invincible love has the diamond as its metaphor. But the music or song heard by those two lovers is facilitated by the very substance they wear on their fingers. +When we hear a record being played, we know that a record player's pickup and its needle are composed of a perfectly hard substance, a diamond. Rubies and sapphires, the next hardest gems, are not as strong as the diamond. This is because of the diamond's four-carbon molecular structure, a structure that pervades the entirety of the diamond and makes it the hardest, most \dq{invincible} of all matter. \e{Adamas} is the Latin word for diamond, a corruption from the adjective for invincible, \e{adamantinus}. Steadfast, invincible love has the diamond as its metaphor. But the music or song heard by those two lovers is facilitated by the very substance they wear on their fingers. -Hearing a song off of a record has the diamond as its medium. The sound of the record is transmitted by a diamond and heard by the lovers who are fondly staring at their diamond. The diamond "rings" in front of their ring. +Hearing a song off of a record has the diamond as its medium. The sound of the record is transmitted by a diamond and heard by the lovers who are fondly staring at their diamond. The diamond \dq{rings} in front of their ring. -When the lovers say, "Darling, this is our song," they may or may not be aware that "their song" is rung into their ears by a diamond. A song that memorializes love is also the diamond ring \e{or} "ringing" diamond stylus memorializing their love. +When the lovers say, \dq{Darling, this is our song,} they may or may not be aware that \dq{their song} is rung into their ears by a diamond. A song that memorializes love is also the diamond ring \e{or} \dq{ringing} diamond stylus memorializing their love. A diamond stylus is only heard, not seen. The brilliance of a diamond ring is also met by the brilliance of sound waves meeting the air, the sound waves reverberating by means of the faculty of a diamond stylus' perfect contact with two sides of a record's groove. The jewel that is seen is also the jewel that is heard. -A diamond in contact with one's eye, the diamond ring, is also the diamond in contact with one's ear. The heart, the place where love builds its figurative home, has \e{ear} within the heart of the word h\e{ear}t. And \e{har}d is a near rhyme with \e{heart}, just as \e{heard} is also euphonious with those two words. A hard diamond is placed in conjunction with the hearts of lovers and with their \e{ears}. The sound of the diamond falls into the hearts of lovers, into the \e{ear} which is in the heart of h\e{ear}t or h\e{ear}d. Pearls, too, have \e{ear} within their heart, p\e{ear}l. Steadfast, invincible, hard love builds its home around the hard diamond seen or around the hard diamond heard in the ear over a record player. The immortal "song in my heart™ has been heard and seen, since deep within our hearts lives a diamond, a four-cornered, fourchambered object, just as our heart is. (There are heart-shaped diamonds.) +A diamond in contact with one's eye, the diamond ring, is also the diamond in contact with one's ear. The heart, the place where love builds its figurative home, has \e{ear} within the heart of the word h\e{ear}t. And \e{har}d is a near rhyme with \e{heart}, just as \e{heard} is also euphonious with those two words. A hard diamond is placed in conjunction with the hearts of lovers and with their \e{ears}. The sound of the diamond falls into the hearts of lovers, into the \e{ear} which is in the heart of h\e{ear}t or h\e{ear}d. Pearls, too, have \e{ear} within their heart, p\e{ear}l. Steadfast, invincible, hard love builds its home around the hard diamond seen or around the hard diamond heard in the ear over a record player. The immortal \dq{song in my heart} has been heard and seen, since deep within our hearts lives a diamond, a four-cornered, fourchambered object, just as our heart is. (There are heart-shaped diamonds.) The strength of the diamond, its uniform, crystalline structure, has no air within it, no air for sound to reverberate within it. The heart, however, is quite loud, for even in the greatest of silences, we can always hear our hearts. Remember when Raquel Welch had to close her ears in the film\filmtitle{Fantastic Voyage}? The microscopically shrunken vehicle ventured into the comparatively gigantic chambers of the man's heart, and the sound of the muscle beating was unbearably loud for the voyagers. There is no sound within a diamond, no pockets of air, at least in flawless diamonds. When the diamond performs its function as stylus, the sound has the diamond as its point of origin, albeit the perfectly faceted and angled sides of the diamond that can register all the variations felt along the record's groove. Never, never can the diamond have sound pass through it for the diamond's symmetry and the ensuing vibrations only issue upon contact with the diamond's outside, while this jewel's inside, its heart, its airtight interior cannot carry sound within it. On a religious note, this diamond-idea is related to the idea of the Holy Trinity, particularly the Holy Spirit or Holy Ghost. The correspondences of the Mystical Kabbala have the diamond represent the idea of the one in three, God in the three persons, Father, Son, Holy Ghost. The Holy Ghost\slash Spirit represents the love between father and son, between the unbegotten Father and the begotten Son, Christ. The Virgin Mary was infused with the spirit of the Holy Ghost at Annunciation. The Holy Ghost also made its divine presence felt at Christ's Baptism and the Pentecost. -The angel Gabriel at Mary's Annunciation was never really seen, for according to the \booktitle{Catholic Encyclopedia}, careful inspection of the New Testament reveals that the angel imparted some kind of inner voice within the "silence of Mary's soul." God spoke to Mary \e{via} the angel at the moment where the Holy Ghost, represented then by the form of a dove, was present as well. A dove, with its wings outspread, forms a diamond shape, four diagonals join its tail, two wings and beak. The spirit or breath of God, his "sound," in its broadest figurative sense, is effectuated by the dove, the Holy Spirit in its diamond shape. +The angel Gabriel at Mary's Annunciation was never really seen, for according to the \booktitle{Catholic Encyclopedia}, careful inspection of the New Testament reveals that the angel imparted some kind of inner voice within the \dq{silence of Mary's soul.} God spoke to Mary \e{via} the angel at the moment where the Holy Ghost, represented then by the form of a dove, was present as well. A dove, with its wings outspread, forms a diamond shape, four diagonals join its tail, two wings and beak. The spirit or breath of God, his \dq{sound,} in its broadest figurative sense, is effectuated by the dove, the Holy Spirit in its diamond shape. -At Pentecost, when Christ promised the Holy Spirit would' visit Mary and his disciples, the Holy Ghost was described as "a roar like that of mighty winds [which] filled the house and tongues like tongues of fire rested in everyone present." Old Testament meanings concerning spirit are often concerned with breath, the breath from God's mouth that gave life to Christ, that breath being the Holy Spirit with its "mighty winds" and "tongues like tongues of fire." +At Pentecost, when Christ promised the Holy Spirit would' visit Mary and his disciples, the Holy Ghost was described as \dq{a roar like that of mighty winds [which] filled the house and tongues like tongues of fire rested in everyone present.} Old Testament meanings concerning spirit are often concerned with breath, the breath from God's mouth that gave life to Christ, that breath being the Holy Spirit with its \dq{mighty winds} and \dq{tongues like tongues of fire.} Back to diamonds. If diamonds facilitate the transmission of sound to our ears, conceivably we arc in the position of duplicating the Trinity. Singer-musicians breathe into our ears when we hear the record. Singer-God has a diamond-Holy Ghost for us Christs on ecarth. This voice from afar, God, enters our ears, as the Virgin was inseminated with Christ's embryo through her ears. (St. Augustine thought that Mary was fertilized in such a fashion.) We, as listeners to music, to the diamond ring, receive the spirit, the voice, the breath. @@ -496,17 +502,17 @@ The eternal love of the Holy Spirit for the Father and the Son congrues with the Synthetic diamonds are made from graphite when extremely high temperatures and pressures are exerted on the same substance that allows us to write with pencils. A diamond stylus relates to another stylus, the pencil, but has anyone written with a diamond-tipped pencil? In order for oil to be mined, synthetic diamonds bore into the earth's crust so as to unearth the crude. This is odd since oil is what makes up record discs, both played by diamonds and mined by diamonds. -Is a platinum record playable or not? Can I play a platinum record with a diamond stylus? Then it will really be a "diamond ring," since diamond rings are set in platinum and since a platinum record played by a diamond needle is also a diamond ring, a diamond supported by platinum. +Is a platinum record playable or not? Can I play a platinum record with a diamond stylus? Then it will really be a \dq{diamond ring,} since diamond rings are set in platinum and since a platinum record played by a diamond needle is also a diamond ring, a diamond supported by platinum. The next transition: from gold records to platinum records to diamond records. A diamond record played by a diamond stylus. An invincible record and its invincible pen. The love between those two diamonds will be invincible. The non-vinyl, non-oil record would never warp, yet its diamond stylus would still write or cut the grooves of the diamond record since it takes a diamond to cut a diamond. Now laser beams are being used as styluses on videodiscs. Their invincibility surpasses the diamond for they are capable of boring holes through diamonds. One question has plagued me during this discussion: What other jewels could be used for a stylus? Besides the diamond what could be substituted, what would allow the divine breath to vibrate perfectly throughout the air? A ruby stylus, an emerald stylus, a pearl stylus, a sapphire stylus, a topaz stylus, lapis lazuli, amethyst? Rubies might be appropriate since they are the next hardest gem and are indispensible for the formation of laser beams. Emeralds are much too precious, rare and expensive to be used, besides, we would be straining ourselves terribly to see such an exquisite though tiny stone once made into a nearly invisible writing point. Sapphires were originally used as styluses, and like the emerald, we would be despondent not to be able to see the pale, cross-shaped star draped over these magnificent gems. I will discuss pearl styluses further on. -Certainly the listener is not at a loss when the music compensates for the absence of the visual brilliance of the diamond or any of its equivalents. Listening to the compositions of musical geniuses must face the inevitable loss of those prismatic gleams when light strikes these jewels under question. The tininess of the diamond stylus cannot shed the treasured refraction. Placing one's finger under the pickup needle asserts the diamond's presence, albeit by mere touching---and if the stereo's "power" button has been pressed---a finger's pores and rippling array of lines, swirls, "grooves" again, facilitates the diamond to register the sound of such a fingertip's landscape. We can then "hear" the finger that only feels hot or cold, rough or soft and another argument for the diamond's perfection --- sound for the touch, sound for the short interval of pain at the stylus' sharpness, and while under such a delicious sensation, we beg our cars to receive the equivalent. Oddly enough, it all started since the prism was never seen. +Certainly the listener is not at a loss when the music compensates for the absence of the visual brilliance of the diamond or any of its equivalents. Listening to the compositions of musical geniuses must face the inevitable loss of those prismatic gleams when light strikes these jewels under question. The tininess of the diamond stylus cannot shed the treasured refraction. Placing one's finger under the pickup needle asserts the diamond's presence, albeit by mere touching---and if the stereo's \dq{power} button has been pressed---a finger's pores and rippling array of lines, swirls, \dq{grooves} again, facilitates the diamond to register the sound of such a fingertip's landscape. We can then \dq{hear} the finger that only feels hot or cold, rough or soft and another argument for the diamond's perfection---sound for the touch, sound for the short interval of pain at the stylus' sharpness, and while under such a delicious sensation, we beg our cars to receive the equivalent. Oddly enough, it all started since the prism was never seen. -Pearls, however, would not hurt whatsoever if they were made into styluses. Their roundness and smoothness would be a welcome sensation to the finger dismayed by the surgical potential of the other gem. Inside a cultivated pearl is a sharp object, a chip off of the oyster's exterior. The oyster's outside, composed of calcium, grows layers and layers of shell. These encrustations are what pearl divers chip off and insert into the oyster's lip. Once inside the oyster, this formerly "outside™ chip irritates the soft fleshy interior, thus propelling the oyster to cover the hard edge of the chip with what will eventually become the ideally smooth surface of the pearl. From the outside of the oyster to its inside, and once inside, the chip is then a forcign body (although it is part of the oyster, hence not so foreign) about to become reconciled with the interior. Whenever the oyster is happy with the very thing that caused so much discomfort, the pearl-diver may remove the former chip. The pearl is thus a prophylactic to the pain of the oyster's inside. Eventually the pearl consecrates the oyster's relative ugliness, the oyster's exterior layers of unsightly calcium growth, when that ugly exterior was the very origin of the pearl before it evolved into its hemispheric perfection. A pearl, like a diamond, is really a chip, a hard, knife-like surface. (If you have ever dived for oysters to eat on the half-shell, your fingers get sliced up terribly.) But only in the heart of the pearl does that chip ex ist. To touch a pearl stylus is a comfort in comparison to a diamond stylus. Indeed, if such a stylus existed, the pearl just might (a hypothesis) wear down and become the chip it began building itself upon. Then that chip would be diamantine. The heart of a pearl has a diamond, however odd that may strike your ears. +Pearls, however, would not hurt whatsoever if they were made into styluses. Their roundness and smoothness would be a welcome sensation to the finger dismayed by the surgical potential of the other gem. Inside a cultivated pearl is a sharp object, a chip off of the oyster's exterior. The oyster's outside, composed of calcium, grows layers and layers of shell. These encrustations are what pearl divers chip off and insert into the oyster's lip. Once inside the oyster, this formerly \dq{outside} chip irritates the soft fleshy interior, thus propelling the oyster to cover the hard edge of the chip with what will eventually become the ideally smooth surface of the pearl. From the outside of the oyster to its inside, and once inside, the chip is then a forcign body (although it is part of the oyster, hence not so foreign) about to become reconciled with the interior. Whenever the oyster is happy with the very thing that caused so much discomfort, the pearl-diver may remove the former chip. The pearl is thus a prophylactic to the pain of the oyster's inside. Eventually the pearl consecrates the oyster's relative ugliness, the oyster's exterior layers of unsightly calcium growth, when that ugly exterior was the very origin of the pearl before it evolved into its hemispheric perfection. A pearl, like a diamond, is really a chip, a hard, knife-like surface. (If you have ever dived for oysters to eat on the half-shell, your fingers get sliced up terribly.) But only in the heart of the pearl does that chip ex ist. To touch a pearl stylus is a comfort in comparison to a diamond stylus. Indeed, if such a stylus existed, the pearl just might (a hypothesis) wear down and become the chip it began building itself upon. Then that chip would be diamantine. The heart of a pearl has a diamond, however odd that may strike your ears. -All record grooves are now suited for the purposes of a diamond's point to travel along. What would a record's grooves evolve into if a pearl, a round pearl, were to be used? Instead of V-shaped valleys we would have U-shaped ones. The pearl would have to touch on grooves that were essentially curved, not angled, as with a diamond. And what would that sound like? Would the music become softer, fuzzier, slower, what? To hear a gem "clearly" has always had a diamond as its standard. Could there be a pearl sound standard where the category of "clarity" and "sharpness" no longer applied, but the predicates of "subtlety" or "softness" did? Conjecturing a pearl stylus, even the shape of a.record's grooves, seems at best a fantasm. Its only truth is that diamonds and pearls are gems, hence interchangeable. If not, the imagination leaves the pearl to a future of silence, whereas the diamond maintains both visual and acoustic brilliance. All those pearl divers have to do then is to drop diamond chips into the oyster and see whether calcium by-products will make the nacreous shell of a pearl. A diamond is now in the heart of a pearl. That double gem will elicit delicious sound, eventually after pearl dust has scattered itself over the record disc. As the pearl wears down, casting the sheeny black surface into one that is more opalescent, this hybrid stylus then advances the sound's quality and clarity once the strange stylus is fully a diamond. +All record grooves are now suited for the purposes of a diamond's point to travel along. What would a record's grooves evolve into if a pearl, a round pearl, were to be used? Instead of V-shaped valleys we would have U-shaped ones. The pearl would have to touch on grooves that were essentially curved, not angled, as with a diamond. And what would that sound like? Would the music become softer, fuzzier, slower, what? To hear a gem \dq{clearly} has always had a diamond as its standard. Could there be a pearl sound standard where the category of \dq{clarity} and \dq{sharpness} no longer applied, but the predicates of \dq{subtlety} or \dq{softness} did? Conjecturing a pearl stylus, even the shape of a.record's grooves, seems at best a fantasm. Its only truth is that diamonds and pearls are gems, hence interchangeable. If not, the imagination leaves the pearl to a future of silence, whereas the diamond maintains both visual and acoustic brilliance. All those pearl divers have to do then is to drop diamond chips into the oyster and see whether calcium by-products will make the nacreous shell of a pearl. A diamond is now in the heart of a pearl. That double gem will elicit delicious sound, eventually after pearl dust has scattered itself over the record disc. As the pearl wears down, casting the sheeny black surface into one that is more opalescent, this hybrid stylus then advances the sound's quality and clarity once the strange stylus is fully a diamond. This hypothetical situation with a pearl-diamond stylus, this pulverization of the pearl as it transforms itself into a diamond in the process could happen with a diamond as well. The 500\textsuperscript{th} playing time of the diamond stylus signals the diamond stylus' vulnerability, its breakage. Could the diamond stylus be shedding itself along the way? @@ -514,31 +520,31 @@ Let us suppose that a diamond does just that, that by wearing down, it chips off Since my entire argument is replete with hypotheses, I shall make another. After the diamond's fictive wearing down into diamond dust since it played so many times on the record, the dust becomes transformed, alchemized if you will, into the pharmacological habits of a record's listeners, the drugs cocaine and heroin. -With all this dust traveling through the air, this precious dust from the diamond playing on record grooves and its being pulverized by such grooves, the dust enters our bodies. If the similarity between cocaine or heroin or any other dustike drug with diamond dust is justified, then this dust enters, as is common practise, though the nose. Of course rock musicians will snort "rocks," the rocks in question being more precious than gold but not as expensive as the rocks that are diamonds. A bird of paradise flying up my nose could mean the four-cornered dove of the Holy Ghost flying up my nose and into my lungs, the very site of breath or spirit again. "Angel dust" resonates with the idea of the angel Gabriel accompanied by the +With all this dust traveling through the air, this precious dust from the diamond playing on record grooves and its being pulverized by such grooves, the dust enters our bodies. If the similarity between cocaine or heroin or any other dustike drug with diamond dust is justified, then this dust enters, as is common practise, though the nose. Of course rock musicians will snort \dq{rocks,} the rocks in question being more precious than gold but not as expensive as the rocks that are diamonds. A bird of paradise flying up my nose could mean the four-cornered dove of the Holy Ghost flying up my nose and into my lungs, the very site of breath or spirit again. \dq{Angel dust} resonates with the idea of the angel Gabriel accompanied by the -Holy Ghost at Mary's Annunciation when she is about to hear God. The head that is suffused with diamond dust, or sound for that matter, cannot ingest diamonds per se, only their closest equivalents: substances that are crystalline, expensive and in association with the nonrepresentational, nonwordly commonplaces of music. "Getting high" on music or drugs finds the diamond-standard always within the two categories. Besides, the music industry attempts to saturate its viewers with a scopic or visual spectacle as well as an aural spectacle. Here the thing that is missing is the drive of the heaving of the lungs, satiated by near diamond dust, an illegality and the envy of those hungry spectators who think that rock musicians get all the "rocks" they want. +Holy Ghost at Mary's Annunciation when she is about to hear God. The head that is suffused with diamond dust, or sound for that matter, cannot ingest diamonds per se, only their closest equivalents: substances that are crystalline, expensive and in association with the nonrepresentational, nonwordly commonplaces of music. \dq{Getting high} on music or drugs finds the diamond-standard always within the two categories. Besides, the music industry attempts to saturate its viewers with a scopic or visual spectacle as well as an aural spectacle. Here the thing that is missing is the drive of the heaving of the lungs, satiated by near diamond dust, an illegality and the envy of those hungry spectators who think that rock musicians get all the \dq{rocks} they want. -Heroin users may have what are called "works," the usual needle, syringe and cooking spoon. Heroin and its necessary needle also entail the necessary "pickup needle" with its diamond stylus. This association finds its truth in the myths of junk taken by musicians. They may have made albums or not and for what albums they play a pickup needle is needed, or if their need for junk is great, they use a needle full of prepared heroin to pick them up. A diamond stylus, if pressed hard enough, could puncture your skin, while a needle and syringe will accomplish the act. Even with "glass works" the sharp diamond stylus finds its companion in something else crystalline, a glassy needle. These associations should be placed next to the mythology of drug-taking musicians or music lovers, reinforced by the stylus that lets them hear their own music. It is an alignment to an object that resonates a primary masochism, crystalline drugs the interiorized object that magnifies the external world's cruelty on its recipients. The heroin and cocaine addict demonstrates, though not completely, that such consumption is an allegory of a pulverized diamond stylus. +Heroin users may have what are called \dq{works,} the usual needle, syringe and cooking spoon. Heroin and its necessary needle also entail the necessary \dq{pickup needle} with its diamond stylus. This association finds its truth in the myths of junk taken by musicians. They may have made albums or not and for what albums they play a pickup needle is needed, or if their need for junk is great, they use a needle full of prepared heroin to pick them up. A diamond stylus, if pressed hard enough, could puncture your skin, while a needle and syringe will accomplish the act. Even with \dq{glass works} the sharp diamond stylus finds its companion in something else crystalline, a glassy needle. These associations should be placed next to the mythology of drug-taking musicians or music lovers, reinforced by the stylus that lets them hear their own music. It is an alignment to an object that resonates a primary masochism, crystalline drugs the interiorized object that magnifies the external world's cruelty on its recipients. The heroin and cocaine addict demonstrates, though not completely, that such consumption is an allegory of a pulverized diamond stylus. -This habit, of course, is not simply restricted to just musicians. Commonplaces of filmmakers and painters and their expensive injection of usually cocaine are rife. Filmmakers work with cameras whose glassy lenses at one point had to be polished. Using cocaine appears to be arepetition of the lenses' corruptibility and pulverization. Painters, like their filmmaker counterparts, require precise visual judgements, their eyes are indispensible for their work. The Russian word for eye, \e{glaz}, is a near homonym of the English "glass." Besides haven't we heard of those with a glass eye, the eye being the glassiest part of our bodies? Cocaine cryptically embeds the eye-related stems, \e{ocul}\slash \{oculus} within it: \e{coc}aine\slash \e{cok}e. \e{Occhio}, Italian for eye, fits neatly here with the following mispelling: \e{cocchio}. Even the letter \e{c}, \e{c}ocaine's first letter, is a homonym with the verb for sight, \e{see}. (Also coca\e{i}ne's \e{i} reasserts this repetition of sight since \e{i} homonymically relates to \e{eye}.) Visual artists addicted to cocaine are simply reinteriorizing the very thing that promotes their art, their seeing, their eyes, now metaphorized into a glassy, eye-like powder. When a filmmaker or painter snorts cocaine, it figuratively returns to the eye it was chopped up from. The resultant lack of sleep keeps one's eyes open, for now they've had their strange nourishment. +This habit, of course, is not simply restricted to just musicians. Commonplaces of filmmakers and painters and their expensive injection of usually cocaine are rife. Filmmakers work with cameras whose glassy lenses at one point had to be polished. Using cocaine appears to be arepetition of the lenses' corruptibility and pulverization. Painters, like their filmmaker counterparts, require precise visual judgements, their eyes are indispensible for their work. The Russian word for eye, \e{glaz}, is a near homonym of the English \dq{glass.} Besides haven't we heard of those with a glass eye, the eye being the glassiest part of our bodies? Cocaine cryptically embeds the eye-related stems, \e{ocul}\slash \e{oculus} within it: \e{coc}aine\slash \e{cok}e. \e{Occhio}, Italian for eye, fits neatly here with the following mispelling: \e{cocchio}. Even the letter \e{c}, \e{c}ocaine's first letter, is a homonym with the verb for sight, \e{see}. (Also coca\e{i}ne's \e{i} reasserts this repetition of sight since \e{i} homonymically relates to \e{eye}.) Visual artists addicted to cocaine are simply reinteriorizing the very thing that promotes their art, their seeing, their eyes, now metaphorized into a glassy, eye-like powder. When a filmmaker or painter snorts cocaine, it figuratively returns to the eye it was chopped up from. The resultant lack of sleep keeps one's eyes open, for now they've had their strange nourishment. The ritual of cocaine or heroin ingestion through the nose remains within this general crystallization that the diamond idea secretly originates. The crystal powder is cut into lines over a pane of glass or mirror. A razor is often used, a highly sharp tool whose cutting power metaphorically resides with the cutting power of the diamond. (Addicts desire \e{power} from the \e{powder}.) If glass or a mirror is used for the razor to cut the dust up on, we then encounter a crystal cut by a near crystal on a crystal. Crystals are cut by crystals on crystals. Diamonds are cut by diamonds on a diamond. Diamond styluses are cut by diamonds on diamond records, enabling more pulverization, the pulverization of the diamond stylus that fictively becomes the precious powder we put into our bodies. And all of this is accompanied by a loud rapping of the razor on the mirror as it divides up the powder. A diamond stylus elicits sound just as the razor, another sharp implement, elicits peals into the air. One procedure in coke- or heroin-taking consists of using a pen empty of its ink-filled cartridge. The hollow tube allows easy suction of whatever drug under question. Again another writing implement enters into a ritual of drug taking. -A few words on the nose. The nose is a prosthetic extension of the body, it is an appendage of the body, specifically the face. The nose "sticks out," it juts into the air. One's profile has the nose as its distinguishing mark, a kind of "prow" or "stylus" or more cryptically, a permanent "dais" of the body that writes itself through the empty air. Figuratively, the diamond resembles the nose for the nose forms a small "V" reproducing the diamond's point that is either placed in platinum or on record grooves. The nose is a diamond also in terms of a topography of the ego. Every ego is a bubble of sorts, an envelope of skin, whereas the nose, this raised platform, this "dais" is a bump on the ego-bubble. The diamond, since it is attached to the body, a "hump" of sorts on the body, resembles the nose in the objects' interruption of the body's relatively smooth homogeneity. They are, in a broad system of substitutive terms, lumps, outgrowths, cysts, pockets, lobes and so forth. Indeed earlobes can bear diamonds in the form of earrings, as do fingers, another bodily appurtenance, in the form of diamond rings. Even the head, the body's biggest "bump," can bear a necklace at its base. +A few words on the nose. The nose is a prosthetic extension of the body, it is an appendage of the body, specifically the face. The nose \dq{sticks out,} it juts into the air. One's profile has the nose as its distinguishing mark, a kind of \dq{prow} or \dq{stylus} or more cryptically, a permanent \dq{dais} of the body that writes itself through the empty air. Figuratively, the diamond resembles the nose for the nose forms a small \dq{V} reproducing the diamond's point that is either placed in platinum or on record grooves. The nose is a diamond also in terms of a topography of the ego. Every ego is a bubble of sorts, an envelope of skin, whereas the nose, this raised platform, this \dq{dais} is a bump on the ego-bubble. The diamond, since it is attached to the body, a \dq{hump} of sorts on the body, resembles the nose in the objects' interruption of the body's relatively smooth homogeneity. They are, in a broad system of substitutive terms, lumps, outgrowths, cysts, pockets, lobes and so forth. Indeed earlobes can bear diamonds in the form of earrings, as do fingers, another bodily appurtenance, in the form of diamond rings. Even the head, the body's biggest \dq{bump,} can bear a necklace at its base. The cocaine or heroin that goes back into the nose goes back into the diamondhood these drugs are metaphorically derived from. From the pulverized diamond stylus (or lens) to the drugs on a diamantine surface to the diamond in the nose-diamond. The song played by a diamond corrupts into dust which returns to the most diamond-like part of the body, the nose. Similarly, too much dust inhaled collapses the diamond-nose (its septum) just as the diamond stylus had collapsed from too much playing. People who snort too much diamond dust also lose their diamond, their nose, since the ample diamond dust was derived from playing the diamond too frequently, the ambiguity here residing in either snorting too much dust or, because they are saturated with music, diamond-written sound. -Yet have we answered the question "Why are diamonds a girl's best friend?" Perhaps the discussion should explore the role of Norma Jean as the quasi-authoress of this invincible demand. +Yet have we answered the question \dq{Why are diamonds a girl's best friend?} Perhaps the discussion should explore the role of Norma Jean as the quasi-authoress of this invincible demand. Norma Jean starred in a film \filmtitle{All About Eve}, a film that appeared in conjunction with \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} with its Norma Desmond. Both films were up for the 1950 Academy Awards and are often billed with each other in movie houses not to mention the instance of seeing \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} on television when \filmtitle{All About Eve} was playing on another channel, the two films having begun at the exact same time. -Norma Jean appeared outside of \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}, but she was inside it, inside that film by virtue of the one name that was "inside" of her, the "Norma Jean" inside Marilyn Monroe. Norma Jean is, however far-fetched this sounds, the Norma Desmond played by Gloria Swanson. Norma Jean-Desmond is the star who can cross either place, either film, her only ticket being "Norma," Marilyn's original name, a strange entrance to the \filmtitle{All About Eve}\slash \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} sepulcher buried within ourselves. +Norma Jean appeared outside of \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}, but she was inside it, inside that film by virtue of the one name that was \dq{inside} of her, the \dq{Norma Jean} inside Marilyn Monroe. Norma Jean is, however far-fetched this sounds, the Norma Desmond played by Gloria Swanson. Norma Jean-Desmond is the star who can cross either place, either film, her only ticket being \dq{Norma,} Marilyn's original name, a strange entrance to the \filmtitle{All About Eve}\slash \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} sepulcher buried within ourselves. -Norma Desmond can flip into Norma Diamond, "one diamond" the first words Norma Desmond called out in the bridge game sequence in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}. \e{D}iamond and \e{D}esmond both have an initial \e{d} to their sequences of identically numbered letters as well as the final \e{-mond}. Now that Norma \e{D}e\e{smond} is Norma \e{D}ia\e{mond}, Norma Jean is Norma Diamond as well. +Norma Desmond can flip into Norma Diamond, \dq{one diamond} the first words Norma Desmond called out in the bridge game sequence in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}. \e{D}iamond and \e{D}esmond both have an initial \e{d} to their sequences of identically numbered letters as well as the final \e{-mond}. Now that Norma \e{D}e\e{smond} is Norma \e{D}ia\e{mond}, Norma Jean is Norma Diamond as well. -\e{Norma} refracts into the French word for love, \e{amour}. With Norma Diamond or Norma Jean we can obtain the transformations of \e{love diamonds} or \e{love jeans}, since \e{amour} or love lies buried in Norma. I have already shown how love and diamonds symbolize each other, the diamond \e{ring} that is already a diamond stylus that \e{rings} out songs of love, where lo\e{v}e's \e{v} mimics the shape of a diamond stylus. Such a diamond reverberates with Neil Diamond singing \songtitle{Forever in Blue Jeans.} (His first name is an anagram for \e{line}, the lines or grooves his voice sings from? He is also the one who sings the \filmtitle{Jazz Singer} lyrics "Love on the rocks\ld") \songtitle{Forever in Blue Jeans} translates into "Forever Listening to Blue Diamonds"; there are blue diamonds (blue diamond styluses?), like the Hope Diamond, as there are blue jeans. Neil Diamond sings the "blues." +\e{Norma} refracts into the French word for love, \e{amour}. With Norma Diamond or Norma Jean we can obtain the transformations of \e{love diamonds} or \e{love jeans}, since \e{amour} or love lies buried in Norma. I have already shown how love and diamonds symbolize each other, the diamond \e{ring} that is already a diamond stylus that \e{rings} out songs of love, where lo\e{v}e's \e{v} mimics the shape of a diamond stylus. Such a diamond reverberates with Neil Diamond singing \songtitle{Forever in Blue Jeans.} (His first name is an anagram for \e{line}, the lines or grooves his voice sings from? He is also the one who sings the \filmtitle{Jazz Singer} lyrics \dq{Love on the rocks\ld}) \songtitle{Forever in Blue Jeans} translates into \dq{Forever Listening to Blue Diamonds}; there are blue diamonds (blue diamond styluses?), like the Hope Diamond, as there are blue jeans. Neil Diamond sings the \dq{blues.} Jeans are made of denim. \e{Denim}, as anagram, is \e{mined}. The mining of oil needs diamond drills, the playing of vinyl records diamond styluses. Our dancing to this sound is fulfilled when we wear jeans or \e{denim}, such sound derived from the vinyl oil that has been \e{mined}. @@ -548,9 +554,9 @@ Even in d\e{iam}ond there is this \e{I am} moment. The letters after its initial The car's affinity with the diamond stylus is proved by styluses played on vinyl grooves while cars drive over asphalt roads. A car is a stylus (related to the prows of ships, ships substitutive with cars), thereby displaying that a car in transit is an allegory of a diamond stylus in transit, grooves and roads the paths on which the respective objects travel along. The tire of a car is a stylus too, styluses write as do tires write, \e{tire} always already an anagram for \e{rite}, a homonym with \e{write}. -Of course Marilyn Monroe would think "Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend" since within d\e{iam}onds lies buried the \e{Jean} she kept buried. Marilyn Monroe's best friend is her name \e{Jean} long after she had left that name for the one that is new, rewritten and nonoriginal. Marilyn will always be the friend of \e{Jean} since that name was bestowed to her at birth, but \e{Jean} never issues from her lips in her films, whereas diamonds will, d\e{jean}monds\slash d\e{jea}monds\slash d\e{iam}onds being the place of her secret name. Yet she wears jeans in \filmtitle{The Misfits} and was married to Joe DiMaggio, \e{Joe}, an \e{O}, \e{je}, this \e{je} buried in \e{je}an. Meanwhile Norma in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} falls for Joe (Gillis). Diamonds are Marilyn Monroe's friend (Mon\e{roe's} sounding like Mon-\e{rose}) because she has lost the buried name Jean (buried in diamonds\slash Desmond), once stardom demanded a pseudonym. +Of course Marilyn Monroe would think \dq{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} since within d\e{iam}onds lies buried the \e{Jean} she kept buried. Marilyn Monroe's best friend is her name \e{Jean} long after she had left that name for the one that is new, rewritten and nonoriginal. Marilyn will always be the friend of \e{Jean} since that name was bestowed to her at birth, but \e{Jean} never issues from her lips in her films, whereas diamonds will, d\e{jean}monds\slash d\e{jea}monds\slash d\e{iam}onds being the place of her secret name. Yet she wears jeans in \filmtitle{The Misfits} and was married to Joe DiMaggio, \e{Joe}, an \e{O}, \e{je}, this \e{je} buried in \e{je}an. Meanwhile Norma in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} falls for Joe (Gillis). Diamonds are Marilyn Monroe's friend (Mon\e{roe's} sounding like Mon-\e{rose}) because she has lost the buried name Jean (buried in diamonds\slash Desmond), once stardom demanded a pseudonym. -As well, \e{diamonds} are going to be Marilyn's "best friend" since the \e{dia} in this word can be easily transformed into \e{die} or its homonym, \e{dye} (as in hair\e{dye}). She sung of \e{diamonds} and she \e{died}, killed herself or was murdered, along with her \e{dyed} blonde hair of the hue called platinum, echoing the platinum that diamond rings are set in. Norma Djeanmond will \e{die} young and she will \e{dye} her hair. Americans will love (\e{amour}) jeans forever or they will love Norma Jean forever. They will listen to diamonds forever while wearing their blue jeans, the jeans whose "blue™ color is always already in conjunction with "blue" diamonds or Neil Diamond's "blues." +As well, \e{diamonds} are going to be Marilyn's \dq{best friend} since the \e{dia} in this word can be easily transformed into \e{die} or its homonym, \e{dye} (as in hair\e{dye}). She sung of \e{diamonds} and she \e{died}, killed herself or was murdered, along with her \e{dyed} blonde hair of the hue called platinum, echoing the platinum that diamond rings are set in. Norma Djeanmond will \e{die} young and she will \e{dye} her hair. Americans will love (\e{amour}) jeans forever or they will love Norma Jean forever. They will listen to diamonds forever while wearing their blue jeans, the jeans whose \dq{blue} color is always already in conjunction with \dq{blue} diamonds or Neil Diamond's \dq{blues.} The diamond that is worn is also a part of the \e{Norma} in the Desmond\slash Jean constellation, \e{worn} a distorted anagram of \e{Norma} as \e{Morn(a)}\slash \e{Worn(a)}, the \e{M} always reversible into a \e{W} in this mythological hieroglyph. Worn diamonds are a translation of Norma Desmond\slash Jean. To wear jeans occurs when we wear diamonds, those diamonds usually styluses, the wear having \e{ear} within it for w\e{ear}ing jeans occurs when our ears hear diamonds as we dance in nightclubs in our jeans. @@ -558,13 +564,13 @@ Maybe the ultimate mystery in \e{jean} is its refraction into \e{jear}, \e{r} a The above is an anasemic interpretation of the word \e{jean}, the sccret surname of one of America's legends\fnote{legend?}, Marilyn Monroe. The word is thus in intimate conjunction with the word diamond, but what are the other facets of the diamond, this jewel whose letters can gleam like jewels? -With so many facets that have shedded from the \e{dia} in this word, what about those that shed from the \e{-monds} in dia\e{monds}? Neither \e{monde}, French for world\fnote{add comma?} nor \e{Mond}, German for moon\fnote{add comma?} confirm a motivation of sound buried or "muffled" within diamonds. As is the case with Desmond, \e{-monds} is simply a refraction thrown off by \e{sound}. (Yes, \e{sound} can sound different.) With \e{-monds} we can obtain \e{sownd} (as anagram and the \e{m} reversed). \e{Sound} sounds like \e{sownd}, thereby letting \e{diamonds} gleam like the diamond into \e{dia-sound} or \e{dais sound}, a dais, podium, or stylus like the diamond. +With so many facets that have shedded from the \e{dia} in this word, what about those that shed from the \e{-monds} in dia\e{monds}? Neither \e{monde}, French for world\fnote{add comma?} nor \e{Mond}, German for moon\fnote{add comma?} confirm a motivation of sound buried or \dq{muffled} within diamonds. As is the case with Desmond, \e{-monds} is simply a refraction thrown off by \e{sound}. (Yes, \e{sound} can sound different.) With \e{-monds} we can obtain \e{sownd} (as anagram and the \e{m} reversed). \e{Sound} sounds like \e{sownd}, thereby letting \e{diamonds} gleam like the diamond into \e{dia-sound} or \e{dais sound}, a dais, podium, or stylus like the diamond. \e{Dia}, respelled \e{die}, now associates with \e{sound}, producing \e{die sound}. In \essaytitle{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} the advent of a girl's death has diamonds to prevent its approach. The die sound\slash diamonds speaks of death at the very moment it assures the girl of life, security, attractiveness. She may begin to look old, but diamonds prevent that aging, this symbol for steadfast love ignores flesh's decay (diamonds, like love, are forever) while reminding ourselves that its ringing and singing is death, diamonds a \e{die sound}. (The author's name will ring throughout his lifetime \e{Duncan Smith}, or \e{D. S.}, a \e{die} sound.) -When Norma Jean\slash Marilyn Monroe sings \songitlte{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} we do not notice that \e{are} remixes into \e{ear}. Of course the diamond is in our ear, particularly when we hear, \songtitle{Diamonds Ear a Girl's Best Friend.} But what probably happens is that girls get earrings, diamond earrings, a demand they place on the partner who has assimilated their "cry" for diamonds. But the \e{demand} resounds with \e{diamond}, here the \e{diamond demand} a paronomastic tautology. Girls demand diamonds, they cry for diamonds. Their demand is adamant. +When Norma Jean\slash Marilyn Monroe sings \songtitle{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} we do not notice that \e{are} remixes into \e{ear}. Of course the diamond is in our ear, particularly when we hear, \songtitle{Diamonds Ear a Girl's Best Friend.} But what probably happens is that girls get earrings, diamond earrings, a demand they place on the partner who has assimilated their \dq{cry} for diamonds. But the \e{demand} resounds with \e{diamond}, here the \e{diamond demand} a paronomastic tautology. Girls demand diamonds, they cry for diamonds. Their demand is adamant. -Diamonds, too, are a girl's best friend only when we bear in mind that a gift is implied, the demand for a gift fulfilled, the diamond for a gift, here diamonds, fulfilled. (\e{T.G.I.F.}, an anagram for \e{gift}, is an abbreviation for "Thank God It's Friday," the Friday evening when people go to dance halls to listen to music played by diamonds.) But what returns? Surely not diamonds in the form of rings, earrings, magical powders or money, but the paltry substance of just the music, the \e{ring}of a diamond stylus, the \e{ring} in the ear, the \songtitle{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} played over the film sound track, record player or radio. Without diamonds, girls settle on diamond styluses, the invisible ear ring. The song \sontitle{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} thus confirms that the mere hearing of the song is the fulfillment of the diamond demand, the only demand obtained being the \e{ring} in the air or in the ear in light of the absence of a \e{ring} on one's finger. At the moment Marilyn Monroe strikes one's ear, a diamond hovers, compelling the deprived listener to believe that their friend, whoever it may be, is n\e{ear}by. +Diamonds, too, are a girl's best friend only when we bear in mind that a gift is implied, the demand for a gift fulfilled, the diamond for a gift, here diamonds, fulfilled. (\e{T.G.I.F.}, an anagram for \e{gift}, is an abbreviation for \dq{Thank God It's Friday,} the Friday evening when people go to dance halls to listen to music played by diamonds.) But what returns? Surely not diamonds in the form of rings, earrings, magical powders or money, but the paltry substance of just the music, the \e{ring}of a diamond stylus, the \e{ring} in the ear, the \songtitle{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} played over the film sound track, record player or radio. Without diamonds, girls settle on diamond styluses, the invisible ear ring. The song \songtitle{Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend} thus confirms that the mere hearing of the song is the fulfillment of the diamond demand, the only demand obtained being the \e{ring} in the air or in the ear in light of the absence of a \e{ring} on one's finger. At the moment Marilyn Monroe strikes one's ear, a diamond hovers, compelling the deprived listener to believe that their friend, whoever it may be, is n\e{ear}by. \chap Further Remarks on Diamonds @@ -586,59 +592,58 @@ To move from ear to air to loudspeaker to sterco with its pickup needle is not a The star (in a photograph) is framed by a diamond. That diamond then becomes the diamond that plays the words and music of the star. As well, to stare across such vast distances of a music hall, to its record player, to its needle, to the time and place of the record's taping, even to the bedroom of the star, simply shows the incredible curiosity on the part of the listener to see into what he\slash she is hearing. The tininess of the diamond stylus is contradicted by the desire to see such a stone reflect its gleams, and its gleams are seen, at least in the hallucination of the record's cover, photographs of the star, movies of the star, etc. Within the diamond stylus or diamond photograph, the two being interchangeable, lives the star, the star we want to stare at. Hearing will not suffice, thus our tremendous curiosity to see up to that point, that diamond stylus point, that diamond stylus-photograph point, all the way to the bedroom of the star. -The paths of the stars in the sky are recreated every moment a song or film is played over the radio or television. Stars are in the sky, and we can see these distant stellar objects, but not the stars that are human beings who course through the heavens until we eventually sce them on our television sets or hear them over our radios. The distance of the stars (in the sky) and the distance of the stars (on TV, on radios) is quite far, the former more so than the latter. Both distances are insurmountable, a condition that propells us to be closer to the very thing so far away. Looking into the sky, in order to traverse such great distances, will always be the most extreme or sublime effort taken by the scopic drive. Even within the word *sky" there is already "eye," much like "star" that always has "stare" issuing from it. \e{Sky} rhymes with \e{eye}. Since \e{k} and \e{g} are similar consonants, we can obtain from \e{sky}, \e{sgy}, its anagram \e{gys} or \e{gaze}. We \e{gaze} into the \e{skies} or \e{skeyes}. The \e{sky} will draw our \e{eye} into it or the \e{skies} our \e{gaze} or \e{eyes}. +The paths of the stars in the sky are recreated every moment a song or film is played over the radio or television. Stars are in the sky, and we can see these distant stellar objects, but not the stars that are human beings who course through the heavens until we eventually sce them on our television sets or hear them over our radios. The distance of the stars (in the sky) and the distance of the stars (on TV, on radios) is quite far, the former more so than the latter. Both distances are insurmountable, a condition that propells us to be closer to the very thing so far away. Looking into the sky, in order to traverse such great distances, will always be the most extreme or sublime effort taken by the scopic drive. Even within the word \dq{sky} there is already \dq{eye,} much like \dq{star} that always has \dq{stare} issuing from it. \e{Sky} rhymes with \e{eye}. Since \e{k} and \e{g} are similar consonants, we can obtain from \e{sky}, \e{sgy}, its anagram \e{gys} or \e{gaze}. We \e{gaze} into the \e{skies} or \e{skeyes}. The \e{sky} will draw our \e{eye} into it or the \e{skies} our \e{gaze} or \e{eyes}. The gleaming and faceted nature of a diamond is no doubt similar to the stars in the sky. And while visual and auditory messages are invisibly coursing though the starry sky, an invisible diamond-mediated image or sound conveys human stars. These human stars too gleam and throw facets like diamonds when their voices are played by diamond styluses and when their images are caught in the frames of television sets that are as square-shaped as diamonds. When televised stars are caught within a diamond, does not their sound appear to be caught by something else? It is hard to say whether sound over TV or TV-transmitted movies are facilitated by a diamond stylus or not: shows that play popular songs, for instance, are those songs on a record played by a diamond stylus or something else? -Since our ears and eyes are two entirely different sources for the invocatory and scopic drives, they, however, can become identical as in the Sony ads that confuse "sound" and "color." By obliterating the differences between separate media, the TV screen, for example, is made into the place where the sound comes from, not its inchesaway speaker. It is never an actual identity, merely a desired or delusionary one. The schematic isomorphisms of the (square) diamond image and the (square) diamond sound enforces this desired identity of sound and image. Diamonds fulfill both sound and image, the two events mutually reasserting each other despite the possible nonpresence of an actual diamond. +Since our ears and eyes are two entirely different sources for the invocatory and scopic drives, they, however, can become identical as in the Sony ads that confuse \dq{sound} and \dq{color.} By obliterating the differences between separate media, the TV screen, for example, is made into the place where the sound comes from, not its inchesaway speaker. It is never an actual identity, merely a desired or delusionary one. The schematic isomorphisms of the (square) diamond image and the (square) diamond sound enforces this desired identity of sound and image. Diamonds fulfill both sound and image, the two events mutually reasserting each other despite the possible nonpresence of an actual diamond. -We see sound by seeing the diamond photo or we hear sight by hearing the diamond stylus. What serves as the most impregnable writing instrument, the diamond, writes out sound just as it frames (a spacing, an irreducible component of any writing) visibility. Without the diamond, there would be no "unity" between these two apparently exclusive activities, seeing and hearing. +We see sound by seeing the diamond photo or we hear sight by hearing the diamond stylus. What serves as the most impregnable writing instrument, the diamond, writes out sound just as it frames (a spacing, an irreducible component of any writing) visibility. Without the diamond, there would be no \dq{unity} between these two apparently exclusive activities, seeing and hearing. \chap On Wit -With every champagne bottle a cork is used to prevent the froth from spilling over. The strength of the cork is attested by the ability to shake the bottle vigorously so that the pressure inside can be contained. Once opened, the loud "pop!" and the ensuing foam signal the absence of the cork. The cork has left, just as much as the mysterious froth of letters lets \e{cork} cease its sequence for that of \e{rock}, as anagram. \e{Cork} and \e{rock} are then another example of "wit as the anagram of nature" in the words of the famous German writer, Jean-Paul. +With every champagne bottle a cork is used to prevent the froth from spilling over. The strength of the cork is attested by the ability to shake the bottle vigorously so that the pressure inside can be contained. Once opened, the loud \dq{pop!} and the ensuing foam signal the absence of the cork. The cork has left, just as much as the mysterious froth of letters lets \e{cork} cease its sequence for that of \e{rock}, as anagram. \e{Cork} and \e{rock} are then another example of \dq{wit as the anagram of nature} in the words of the famous German writer, Jean-Paul. The containing of a wild foam, a mass of liquid, once shaken, bursts out of its confinement, bursts from under the cork\slash rock, the cork that is placed over any confinement, cither the confinement of letters in their stipulated sequences or the confinement of liquid, here champagne. Every bottle of champagne (and every bottle of wine or beer for that matter) has this cork\slash rock, but what is the ultimate import of the cork, this rock, that seals something that would inevitably gush and explode from its imprisonment? -Standing on the floor of the very place where the cork-rock is opened is also a cork\slash rock of sorts. The floor of the bar locale is also the cork\slash rock that has been opened, about to explode with a "pop" and its ensuing fizzle. What shakes and froths below the floor\slash rock as the champagne bottle froths with its liquid about to gush? +Standing on the floor of the very place where the cork-rock is opened is also a cork\slash rock of sorts. The floor of the bar locale is also the cork\slash rock that has been opened, about to explode with a \dq{pop} and its ensuing fizzle. What shakes and froths below the floor\slash rock as the champagne bottle froths with its liquid about to gush? -Every floor is the ground we stand on, the layer of carth that covers the hot brewing mass of lava found closer and closer to the center of the earth. A ground too is implicated in the idea of language as Holderlin's Patmos gives expression: \ld\ \e{und furchtlos gehn\slash Die S\"ohne der Alpen \"uber den Abgrund weg\slash Auf leichtgebauten Br\"ucken} (\ld and fearless over\slash The chasm walk the sons of the Alps\slash On bridges lightly-built). The "lightly-built" character of a bridge is a floor, truly a flimsy, breakable, collapsible thing. And the floor we stand on is always about to break asunder, this cork\slash rock that goes "pop" as this floor\slash rock could go "pop" in some volcanic conflagration. To open a champagne bottle reproduces what happens in nature, a voleanic eruption, an abyss of super-hot matter, hotter than any piece of selfsufficient substance once it is subject to the temperatures that make it molten lava, about to burst through the crust\slash cork\slash rock of the earth\slash champagne bottle. +Every floor is the ground we stand on, the layer of carth that covers the hot brewing mass of lava found closer and closer to the center of the earth. A ground too is implicated in the idea of language as Holderlin's Patmos gives expression: \ld\ \e{und furchtlos gehn\slash Die Söhne der Alpen über den Abgrund weg\slash Auf leichtgebauten Brücken} (\ld and fearless over\slash The chasm walk the sons of the Alps\slash On bridges lightly-built). The \dq{lightly-built} character of a bridge is a floor, truly a flimsy, breakable, collapsible thing. And the floor we stand on is always about to break asunder, this cork\slash rock that goes \dq{pop} as this floor\slash rock could go \dq{pop} in some volcanic conflagration. To open a champagne bottle reproduces what happens in nature, a voleanic eruption, an abyss of super-hot matter, hotter than any piece of selfsufficient substance once it is subject to the temperatures that make it molten lava, about to burst through the crust\slash cork\slash rock of the earth\slash champagne bottle. -Alcohol, in its pure state, burns with the contact of fire, just as oil does with any combustion. And oil, as anyone knows, lies beneath the earth's surface, and like lava, it is about to burst, gush and soak us in its ooze as it did to James Dean in \filmtitle{Giant}. Being coated in oil, crude oil, is similar to being coated with alcohol, the champagne gushing -over the rock-opener's hands and body once the "inside's" +Alcohol, in its pure state, burns with the contact of fire, just as oil does with any combustion. And oil, as anyone knows, lies beneath the earth's surface, and like lava, it is about to burst, gush and soak us in its ooze as it did to James Dean in \filmtitle{Giant}. Being coated in oil, crude oil, is similar to being coated with alcohol, the champagne gushing over the rock-opener's hands and body once the \dq{inside's} pressure is relieved. -To lift the \e{cork} from \e{rock}, the uncovering of \e{rock} from \e{cork}, the uncovering of \e{rock} in its proper sequence of letters, shows what froth letters, taken in the broad sense of wit or the German \e{Witz} uncovers as well. Wit, the joke, the unexpected discovery of a relation, is a "dissolution of spiritual substances which consequently, before the sudden separation, must have been most intimately intermingled." The quote is from Friedrich Schlegel, the man who said he wrote in fragments because he thought himself a fragment. This pervasiveness of wit could take place in milieus where champagne bottles are uncorked in all the possible refractions that the fragment "cork" allows. Again Schlegel writes, "Good definitions cannot be made offhand, but ought to occur to us spontancously. A definition, which is not witty is worth nothing, and for every individual there is an infinite number of real defintions." ("\e{Eine Definition, die nicht witzig ist, taugt nichts.}") To define experience needs wit, or rather \e{Wissen} needs \e{Witz}, where knowledge and wit are practically puns in the German. The correlation has wit as its more perfect expression, since a play at the level of the letter is involved, or more broadly, since the form of an idea is under play, a form that makes for a new idea, at best a truer idea, a new definition. +To lift the \e{cork} from \e{rock}, the uncovering of \e{rock} from \e{cork}, the uncovering of \e{rock} in its proper sequence of letters, shows what froth letters, taken in the broad sense of wit or the German \e{Witz} uncovers as well. Wit, the joke, the unexpected discovery of a relation, is a \dq{dissolution of spiritual substances which consequently, before the sudden separation, must have been most intimately intermingled.} The quote is from Friedrich Schlegel, the man who said he wrote in fragments because he thought himself a fragment. This pervasiveness of wit could take place in milieus where champagne bottles are uncorked in all the possible refractions that the fragment \dq{cork} allows. Again Schlegel writes, \dq{Good definitions cannot be made offhand, but ought to occur to us spontancously. A definition, which is not witty is worth nothing, and for every individual there is an infinite number of real defintions.} (\dq{\e{Eine Definition, die nicht witzig ist, taugt nichts.}}) To define experience needs wit, or rather \e{Wissen} needs \e{Witz}, where knowledge and wit are practically puns in the German. The correlation has wit as its more perfect expression, since a play at the level of the letter is involved, or more broadly, since the form of an idea is under play, a form that makes for a new idea, at best a truer idea, a new definition. -For every form there's a foam, upsetting the form just as the form is about to restrain a heterogencous foam. Champagne, lava, oil, the unconscious are all sheathed by something that prevents the spillover: a cork\slash rock, a mantel of earth, a rind, the ego. Chaos is found in a bottle, but the manuscript never ceases foaming. To joke is to let spill the foam when in every joke we spell everything differently. I'll spill the proper spelling just as I'll form the foam when I decide to unrock the champagne bottle. As Schlegel observes, "Imagination must first be filled to the point of saturation with life of every kind before the moment arrives when the friction of free sociability electrifies it to such an extent that the most gentle stimulus of friendly or hostile contact elicits from it lightning sparks, luminous flashes, or shattering blows." +For every form there's a foam, upsetting the form just as the form is about to restrain a heterogencous foam. Champagne, lava, oil, the unconscious are all sheathed by something that prevents the spillover: a cork\slash rock, a mantel of earth, a rind, the ego. Chaos is found in a bottle, but the manuscript never ceases foaming. To joke is to let spill the foam when in every joke we spell everything differently. I'll spill the proper spelling just as I'll form the foam when I decide to unrock the champagne bottle. As Schlegel observes, \dq{Imagination must first be filled to the point of saturation with life of every kind before the moment arrives when the friction of free sociability electrifies it to such an extent that the most gentle stimulus of friendly or hostile contact elicits from it lightning sparks, luminous flashes, or shattering blows.} -And if the unpopping of a cork into that of rock elicits laughter, that laughter only confirms the very foam that is released after such an unpopping, uncorking, unrocking. Freud, in his \booktitle{Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious}, discussed laughter that issues from the joke or witticism (\e{Witz}). He states "the discharge of an inhibitory cathexis is similarly increased by the height of the damming up." Laughter can only be the result of a discharge of an energetic barrier, the inhibitory cathexis or, in this instance, the socially maintained restriction against allowing cork to be rock, a repression of recombining letters which would introduce an unwanted chaos in social discourse. Wit relieves us of rational constraints while laughter signals that relief, its discharge being made from ideas and associations formerly held under, again, by the cork that resists the foaming over into that of rock. +And if the unpopping of a cork into that of rock elicits laughter, that laughter only confirms the very foam that is released after such an unpopping, uncorking, unrocking. Freud, in his \booktitle{Jokes and their Relation to the Unconscious}, discussed laughter that issues from the joke or witticism (\e{Witz}). He states \dq{the discharge of an inhibitory cathexis is similarly increased by the height of the damming up.} Laughter can only be the result of a discharge of an energetic barrier, the inhibitory cathexis or, in this instance, the socially maintained restriction against allowing cork to be rock, a repression of recombining letters which would introduce an unwanted chaos in social discourse. Wit relieves us of rational constraints while laughter signals that relief, its discharge being made from ideas and associations formerly held under, again, by the cork that resists the foaming over into that of rock. \chap Reflections on Rhetoric in Bars -While I was explaining to a friend the difference between sign and referent at the closing time of a bar, a portly gentleman, the bar's bouncer, was telling everyone to leave the premises. I continued to elaborate that all language is bound to an extralinguistic event, a thing, a referent, despite the fat man's edict. The man persisted, "Gentlemen, please leave this area." My friend gradually became aware of language always aligned to a referent. He made a joke, "Jike a referee." At that point the bouncer loomed ominously over us. We immediately broke out laughing. Of course the bouncer was the referee, his command meant precisely what we were supposed to do, just as language with its signs are bound to referents, "referents" a pun on "reference." A referent, by our wit at that moment, became the "referee" of language. "Gentleman, you have to go." We resisted when someone exclaimed "reverend." When we did leave, fulfilling the referent of his command, our convulsions grew in intensity. Any further wordplay on our parts had to cease since the bar was about to close. We had to "leave," we had to obey the referent of leaving just as we had to obey the referee. To make "referent" into "referee" meant we were releasing "referent" from its standard, denotative value. But again the empirical reality of the bouncer, the referee, still referred us to the exit. With our wordplay at an end, my friend at least knew the inescapable unity of sign and referent despite the dream that language could take flight into better wit once freed from the edicts of referces and referents, impossible and futile as that hope may sound. The answer to all this constriction was to hang out at an after hours bar. +While I was explaining to a friend the difference between sign and referent at the closing time of a bar, a portly gentleman, the bar's bouncer, was telling everyone to leave the premises. I continued to elaborate that all language is bound to an extralinguistic event, a thing, a referent, despite the fat man's edict. The man persisted, \dq{Gentlemen, please leave this area.} My friend gradually became aware of language always aligned to a referent. He made a joke, \dq{Jike a referee.} At that point the bouncer loomed ominously over us. We immediately broke out laughing. Of course the bouncer was the referee, his command meant precisely what we were supposed to do, just as language with its signs are bound to referents, \dq{referents} a pun on \dq{reference.} A referent, by our wit at that moment, became the \dq{referee} of language. \dq{Gentleman, you have to go.} We resisted when someone exclaimed \dq{reverend.} When we did leave, fulfilling the referent of his command, our convulsions grew in intensity. Any further wordplay on our parts had to cease since the bar was about to close. We had to \dq{leave,} we had to obey the referent of leaving just as we had to obey the referee. To make \dq{referent} into \dq{referee} meant we were releasing \dq{referent} from its standard, denotative value. But again the empirical reality of the bouncer, the referee, still referred us to the exit. With our wordplay at an end, my friend at least knew the inescapable unity of sign and referent despite the dream that language could take flight into better wit once freed from the edicts of referces and referents, impossible and futile as that hope may sound. The answer to all this constriction was to hang out at an after hours bar. -The bar we decided to visit had lots of dancing going on. I recalled those famous lines of Yeats: "O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,\slash How can we know the dancer from the dance?" Part of the last line has become a title to a "gay" novel by Andrew Holleran. Just as I was demonstrated earlier by the incident with the referee, the poem, too, asserts, "How can we know the difference between a sign and a referent?" While dancing at this gay club, I asked my friend whether we can know the dancers from \booktitle{Dancer from the Dance}. How can we make a distinction between the men who are dancing and the men who embody the "dancers" described within \booktitle{Dancer from the Dance}? +The bar we decided to visit had lots of dancing going on. I recalled those famous lines of Yeats: \dq{O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,\slash How can we know the dancer from the dance?} Part of the last line has become a title to a \dq{gay} novel by Andrew Holleran. Just as I was demonstrated earlier by the incident with the referee, the poem, too, asserts, \dq{How can we know the difference between a sign and a referent?} While dancing at this gay club, I asked my friend whether we can know the dancers from \booktitle{Dancer from the Dance}. How can we make a distinction between the men who are dancing and the men who embody the \dq{dancers} described within \booktitle{Dancer from the Dance}? -Gay people are implicated in this rhetorical play. They might call themselves "gay " but by so doing they fall prey to referential, denotative \e{straight}jacketing. Gay culture prides itself on its irony, its exuberant "lying," hence making the designation a rhetorical play, an ironic figure. To make homosexuality gay" or "homosexual" a possible lie, into a referent, as does "gay liberation," seems false in terms of the idea of a "gay sensibility" with its ironic and aesthetic trademarks. +Gay people are implicated in this rhetorical play. They might call themselves \dq{gay } but by so doing they fall prey to referential, denotative \e{straight}jacketing. Gay culture prides itself on its irony, its exuberant \dq{lying,} hence making the designation \dq{gay} or \dq{homosexual} a possible lie, a rhetorical play, an ironic figure. To make homosexuality into a referent, as does \dq{gay liberation,} seems false in terms of the idea of a \dq{gay sensibility} with its ironic and aesthetic trademarks. -Yet gay people, despite their irony, are always implicated in the referent, quite obviously by virtue of what "gay" refers to, a sexual object choice. Gay liberationists know that homosexuals still resist the designation simply because when it comes to getting a job or entering a foreign country such "lying" is necessary. Gay people will never be able to surmount the problem of what "gay" means, its referentiality always made abyssal by the possibility that an individual can say "I'm gay" and "I'm not gay." The first step into gay oppression is to attribute reference to something that can always resist that reference. But for those who feel that they are always "gay." the question of reference is a simple and transparent thing, confirmed no doubt by those who feel the referent of "straight" or "heterosexual" as simple and transparent. +Yet gay people, despite their irony, are always implicated in the referent, quite obviously by virtue of what \dq{gay} refers to, a sexual object choice. Gay liberationists know that homosexuals still resist the designation simply because when it comes to getting a job or entering a foreign country such \dq{lying} is necessary. Gay people will never be able to surmount the problem of what \dq{gay} means, its referentiality always made abyssal by the possibility that an individual can say \dq{I'm gay} and \dq{I'm not gay.} The first step into gay oppression is to attribute reference to something that can always resist that reference. But for those who feel that they are always \dq{gay.} the question of reference is a simple and transparent thing, confirmed no doubt by those who feel the referent of \dq{straight} or \dq{heterosexual} as simple and transparent. -Docs gay liberation now mean that gays can no longer lie about their sexuality? Does it mean that language henceforth will entirely consist of referents adequate to their signs, intentions to their expressions, thoughts to their utterances? Does it mean the death of lie? No matter what happens, access to language is contingent on our capacity to lie. Inasmuch as gay liberation desires gays to have the courage to speak the truth, it will not be able to control those situations where a lie will preserve life and livelihood. Why should one be a referee of one's sexuality if there's the possibility that honesty could cause one's death? As long at there is oppression and adverse legislation, gays will be forced to lie. From the referent "gay" to the figure, lie or ironic posture of "straightness" is the oscillation a "gay" still endures. +Docs gay liberation now mean that gays can no longer lie about their sexuality? Does it mean that language henceforth will entirely consist of referents adequate to their signs, intentions to their expressions, thoughts to their utterances? Does it mean the death of lie? No matter what happens, access to language is contingent on our capacity to lie. Inasmuch as gay liberation desires gays to have the courage to speak the truth, it will not be able to control those situations where a lie will preserve life and livelihood. Why should one be a referee of one's sexuality if there's the possibility that honesty could cause one's death? As long at there is oppression and adverse legislation, gays will be forced to lie. From the referent \dq{gay} to the figure, lie or ironic posture of \dq{straightness} is the oscillation a \dq{gay} still endures. -Someone came up to me and said, "Let's dance." I hesitated, but eventually gave up thinking about whether to or not. Dancing made any deliberation stupid and worthless. +Someone came up to me and said, \dq{Let's dance.} I hesitated, but eventually gave up thinking about whether to or not. Dancing made any deliberation stupid and worthless. -Either you dance or you don't. When you dance you resolve the tension in the statement, by this time a performative, since the words convey an action about to take place. Not to dance, "No thank you," resolves another tension, since no one has to do what others feel compelled to do. In other words, "Let's dance" is an utterance that eventually becomes an action, the dancing. "Let's dance" is explicitly performative while its uttering is often just a statement and not necessarily implicated in its realization. +Either you dance or you don't. When you dance you resolve the tension in the statement, by this time a performative, since the words convey an action about to take place. Not to dance, \dq{No thank you,} resolves another tension, since no one has to do what others feel compelled to do. In other words, \dq{Let's dance} is an utterance that eventually becomes an action, the dancing. \dq{Let's dance} is explicitly performative while its uttering is often just a statement and not necessarily implicated in its realization. -Yet to dance, after such deliberation, resolves the impasse created by the statement considered as mere statement. The performative eventually gains the upper hand since such deliberation is by now busy with what else to do besides dancing, the "no thank you" preoccupied with the question of entertaining oneself with another drink, a conversation, etc. Deliberation is just as much an activity as dancing, dancing the metaphor for action, an action that embodies all action. Deliberation, hesitating, fretting, and so forth, are all actions, a "dance" despite its relative mo tionlessness and interior reflection. +Yet to dance, after such deliberation, resolves the impasse created by the statement considered as mere statement. The performative eventually gains the upper hand since such deliberation is by now busy with what else to do besides dancing, the \dq{no thank you} preoccupied with the question of entertaining oneself with another drink, a conversation, etc. Deliberation is just as much an activity as dancing, dancing the metaphor for action, an action that embodies all action. Deliberation, hesitating, fretting, and so forth, are all actions, a \dq{dance} despite its relative mo tionlessness and interior reflection. To dance is to confess to the usclessness of thinking about acting at all. Dancing resolves any thinking of performing something that is not dancing, that nondancing action still a performance, a dancing. The only thing to do is to dance since a nondancing dance will take place elsewhere. Why perform a nonperformance since the nonperformance is still a performance, still a dance in its nondance? The ecstatic moment in dancing is the release felt in understanding this paradox, an affirmation of the failure to do anything else since it embraces these moments attributed to be motionless, inactive, nonperformative, dancing the discovery that nothing is exempt from dancing. -Dancing next to one who has asked your hand will take place, eventually, after seconds or longer intervals, simply because \e{to do} or \e{to dance} is always at the heart of \e{to be} or \e{not to dance}. Dance, please, otherwise vou will affirm the error that there is no dancing taking place, a falsehood. Yet without the "stationary" partner making the request, there would be no dance. One can perform a "No thank you" and let that be the "dance." On more abstract terms, there is no idea without its act, just as there cannot be an act without the idea that allows the act to take place. Words can never be a substitute for actions nor can actions substitute for words since activity is always intermeshed with language. +Dancing next to one who has asked your hand will take place, eventually, after seconds or longer intervals, simply because \e{to do} or \e{to dance} is always at the heart of \e{to be} or \e{not to dance}. Dance, please, otherwise vou will affirm the error that there is no dancing taking place, a falsehood. Yet without the \dq{stationary} partner making the request, there would be no dance. One can perform a \dq{No thank you} and let that be the \dq{dance.} On more abstract terms, there is no idea without its act, just as there cannot be an act without the idea that allows the act to take place. Words can never be a substitute for actions nor can actions substitute for words since activity is always intermeshed with language. -To say, "Let's dance" is a lie since a nondancing dancing is always taking place. "But I'm already dancing, even though I'm just standing and not moving." Yet it is not the commonplace idea of dancing. So you shall dance, shall do something, but that doing is shaped by an idea of what that doing should be. Should I dance expressively, touch my partner, raise my arms, or move very little? Thus this doing becomes embellished by the figure one cuts, dancing now embodying its own expressive, rhetorical figures. From initial statement (figure) to activity (performative) to statement (figure) again: the dancer's "statement" a figure of their dancing, their expressiveness. +To say, \dq{Let's dance} is a lie since a nondancing dancing is always taking place. \dq{But I'm already dancing, even though I'm just standing and not moving.} Yet it is not the commonplace idea of dancing. So you shall dance, shall do something, but that doing is shaped by an idea of what that doing should be. Should I dance expressively, touch my partner, raise my arms, or move very little? Thus this doing becomes embellished by the figure one cuts, dancing now embodying its own expressive, rhetorical figures. From initial statement (figure) to activity (performative) to statement (figure) again: the dancer's \dq{statement} a figure of their dancing, their expressiveness. -Dancing condenses the aporia between figure and performance. It celebrates the failure of the two achieving unity. "Let's dance" could still be taken at the level of a mere turn of speech, a figure, while at once revealing the phrase's failure to remain as mere utterance, the speech that "turns" or "cuts a figure." Once dancing, as it always does, one is not just dancing, one is dancing in any number of styles, gestures, positions, the embellishments upon the action of dancing, reproducing the action with its "turns" or "figures." +Dancing condenses the aporia between figure and performance. It celebrates the failure of the two achieving unity. \dq{Let's dance} could still be taken at the level of a mere turn of speech, a figure, while at once revealing the phrase's failure to remain as mere utterance, the speech that \dq{turns} or \dq{cuts a figure.} Once dancing, as it always does, one is not just dancing, one is dancing in any number of styles, gestures, positions, the embellishments upon the action of dancing, reproducing the action with its \dq{turns} or \dq{figures.} The person who asked me to dance had an interest in myself, but I had no desire for an amorous affiliation with him. I still felt that he was attractive and courteous and that maybe a good conversation would convince me to spend further time with him. Yet I dared not make any avowal of affection that would give him a false impression of my feelings at that moment. His reticence attracted me since he wasn't overtly sexual or too demanding of my companionship. He was above all friendly and, like myself, intent on forgetting the vulgarity of our sexual passion at the expense of some knowledge as to what we both believed in, thought about, and so forth. @@ -646,21 +651,21 @@ I, by this point, grew anxious at the prospect of spending the evening with him. By this point I thought over the nature of love. I thought that love could happen at any time, right now, here in this club with this sincere man. I thought how wonderful it would be if only I made a reciprocating gesture, if only I acted on what I really wanted. But I did not. I did not act. I could have danced longer with him, looked into his eyes more, touched him more, but I did none of that. Not that he was offended, he probably knew that my feelings were elsewhere, or that I was really cold and impregnable. -By this time I realized that love between two people is based on deciding that person is their love. With love the more prominent idea, since it is essentially a summa of figures, the beloved becomes the one to whom these figures can be given their performance. The figure of love, the fantasy, is now disfigured by the counterpart. To love is to perform its figure, an endless task since the figure palls before the action when "love" performs itself. Loving someone is terrifying when up againt the vaster illusion of love. Love performs its avowal by saying "I love you," the sentiment an irrevocable event by utterance of those fateful words. +By this time I realized that love between two people is based on deciding that person is their love. With love the more prominent idea, since it is essentially a summa of figures, the beloved becomes the one to whom these figures can be given their performance. The figure of love, the fantasy, is now disfigured by the counterpart. To love is to perform its figure, an endless task since the figure palls before the action when \dq{love} performs itself. Loving someone is terrifying when up againt the vaster illusion of love. Love performs its avowal by saying \dq{I love you,} the sentiment an irrevocable event by utterance of those fateful words. -How often I have wanted to avow my love to someone but was too cowardly to say so. How often have I had my chance, how often have I failed to gesture. Yet love, despite its illusionary character, cannot happen without the performance of its illusion. If the illusion exceeds the performance, then another performance will contest the illusion. Love as illusionary figure always disfigures its idea in the trials of enacting its figure. At any moment "love" can be performed, so why not now? Yet at any moment "love" can be understood for its illusion, since the counterpart cannot completely embody the illusion. +How often I have wanted to avow my love to someone but was too cowardly to say so. How often have I had my chance, how often have I failed to gesture. Yet love, despite its illusionary character, cannot happen without the performance of its illusion. If the illusion exceeds the performance, then another performance will contest the illusion. Love as illusionary figure always disfigures its idea in the trials of enacting its figure. At any moment \dq{love} can be performed, so why not now? Yet at any moment \dq{love} can be understood for its illusion, since the counterpart cannot completely embody the illusion. -Surely one encounters companions who do embody one's illusion, but there is always an element that coerces ("Reality") and thus cannot support a hallucination ("Fantasy"). Facing solitude as opposed to companionship is a hard alternative, but one cannot relinquish the illusion or the figure since it is the only basis from which one can love. "Give it a try" does not work because the counterpart will not quite affirm the illusion in the first place. However, the illusion is only proved when one has "given it a try," something I did not do that evening, much to my bemused regret. +Surely one encounters companions who do embody one's illusion, but there is always an element that coerces (\dq{Reality}) and thus cannot support a hallucination (\dq{Fantasy}). Facing solitude as opposed to companionship is a hard alternative, but one cannot relinquish the illusion or the figure since it is the only basis from which one can love. \dq{Give it a try} does not work because the counterpart will not quite affirm the illusion in the first place. However, the illusion is only proved when one has \dq{given it a try,} something I did not do that evening, much to my bemused regret. I took a taxi home, cheered by my refusal to disfigure my illusion but unsettled by my failure to act. My refusal, though, was an action, such an action never giving me the chance to find out how worthwhile is my illusion. If only I had a referent for the figure of my illusion! All I can do is read the signs along the way. The moment when two eyes meet their field of vision, before tremendous distances, testifies to pages unfolded, doors slammed shut. Who else now reads my love? \chap Calling All Cars -{\typosize[9\slash ] +{\typosize[9/] {\it\noindent\hfil You clinking, clanking, clattering\hfil\nl \hfil collection of caliginous junk!\hfil\nl} -{\rightskip=0.2in \hfil --- The Wizard of Oz\par}} +{\rightskip=0.2in \hfil---The Wizard of Oz\par}} \vskip 1em @@ -668,81 +673,81 @@ No one living nowadays can avoid the pervasiveness of the car. No one can qualif Before I begin the discussion, I must ask the simple question, what is a car? Certainly we have seen one, been driven in one or drove one, but where is it and what does it do? I have a definite mental image of one: large, metallic, equipped with tires, windows, doors, fenders, headlights, ctc. I have been driven in one, sat in its seats, closed its doors, buckled seatbelts, looked out its windows, and for the few occasions when I actually drove the car, I placed foot upon gas and brake pedal, turned the steering wheel, and attempted parking. In sum I have had the usual repertoire of experiences associated with the literal nature of the car, its concrete, physical aspect. But something tells me that this description is not enough, that there is more in the nature of the car that begs discussion, -The car is not an object, it is nowhere because it is everywhere. Its pervasiveness is such that one cannot delimit a car into the simple referent of a physical object outside the margins of this text. While writing this I hear them outside my window. I may have taken a taxi to my apartment the evening before and am now in the position to compose this essay on the automobile. My electric typewriter resembles the dashboard of a car. While I sit I operate a steering wheel or keyboard and the tire or element moves across the road or page. Am I saying that typing is simply a variant of driving? Can the pervasiveness of the car allow me to identify a seemingly incompatible experience with this act of writing when to \e{write} always already embeds \e{tire} within it? Writing is driving, and both have a path upon which they burn their rubber, their ink, as does consciousness with its neuronal incisions or \e{Bahnungen} (in Freud's language) when they impress a path or \e{Bahn} within the Book that receives everything. "Everything exists to end in a book," so said Mallarm\'e, for even the car is a simple variant of that mysterious stylus that includes all of life into its operation. So where is the CAR now, where can we say exists the CAR, all its letters by now worthy of the allegorical majescule that perpetually burns, brands, incises, frays, skids, writes into our Twentieth Century brains? +The car is not an object, it is nowhere because it is everywhere. Its pervasiveness is such that one cannot delimit a car into the simple referent of a physical object outside the margins of this text. While writing this I hear them outside my window. I may have taken a taxi to my apartment the evening before and am now in the position to compose this essay on the automobile. My electric typewriter resembles the dashboard of a car. While I sit I operate a steering wheel or keyboard and the tire or element moves across the road or page. Am I saying that typing is simply a variant of driving? Can the pervasiveness of the car allow me to identify a seemingly incompatible experience with this act of writing when to \e{write} always already embeds \e{tire} within it? Writing is driving, and both have a path upon which they burn their rubber, their ink, as does consciousness with its neuronal incisions or \e{Bahnungen} (in Freud's language) when they impress a path or \e{Bahn} within the Book that receives everything. \dq{Everything exists to end in a book,} so said Mallarmé, for even the car is a simple variant of that mysterious stylus that includes all of life into its operation. So where is the CAR now, where can we say exists the CAR, all its letters by now worthy of the allegorical majescule that perpetually burns, brands, incises, frays, skids, writes into our Twentieth Century brains? -The celebration of the CAR takes place with the magical invocation of its name, an invocation sung day-to-day, year by year by every citizen of the country that has the CAR embedded in its name, America, Americas love their cars once we notice how similar the French verb \e{aimer} (to love) is to \e{Aimerica}. We could then yield the anagram \e{Aimer \c ca}, translated as to love it. To love the \e{car}? To love the car appears to be what America loves the most, unless something else is loved. The French use it or \c ca for the Id or Unconscious whereas Americans have been using car for its Unconscious. "It" always drives away from the very CAR it was ignited from, perhaps down "The American Road," the address of the Ford Motor Company. +The celebration of the CAR takes place with the magical invocation of its name, an invocation sung day-to-day, year by year by every citizen of the country that has the CAR embedded in its name, America, Americas love their cars once we notice how similar the French verb \e{aimer} (to love) is to \e{Aimerica}. We could then yield the anagram \e{Aimer \c ca}, translated as to love it. To love the \e{car}? To love the car appears to be what America loves the most, unless something else is loved. The French use it or \c ca for the Id or Unconscious whereas Americans have been using car for its Unconscious. \dq{It} always drives away from the very CAR it was ignited from, perhaps down \dq{The American Road,} the address of the Ford Motor Company. -We love the CAR and that "it" whose letters drive into the constellation of \e{The Eye}, \e{The Road} and \e{The Door}. Its \e{C} speaks See. Its \e{A} speaks Road whose disappearance into the horizon resembles A's pointed tip. And its \e{R} speaks Door whose diagonal stroke mimics the caR dooR when it opens, at that point diagonal to the caR. The CAR does all of this, for its driving implicates 1) seeing, 2) the road upon which it travels and 3) the door that facilitates entrance. The Eye, the Road and the Door are the buried figures within the interiors of any CAR, those letters a locked and secret trunk the CAR has up to now concealed. But other bodies are buried in the CAR, bodies that are merely letters, for the C can always become a CH, G, J, K, Qu and X. A can always become another vowel, as in the paradigm A, E, I, O, U and occasionally Y. R can become L, since the two are "liquids," consonants that behave almost like vowels. Anything that partakes of this respelling, this anagrammatic reshuffling, utters the CAR, however far it has driven from its source. The buried respelling of CAR within words is called the anagrammatic cryptophor. Now and then an italicization will serve as reminder of its insidious eff\e{rac}tions.\fnote{See \sectiontitle{Permutations} at the end of this essay.} +We love the CAR and that \dq{it} whose letters drive into the constellation of \e{The Eye}, \e{The Road} and \e{The Door}. Its \e{C} speaks See. Its \e{A} speaks Road whose disappearance into the horizon resembles A's pointed tip. And its \e{R} speaks Door whose diagonal stroke mimics the caR dooR when it opens, at that point diagonal to the caR. The CAR does all of this, for its driving implicates 1) seeing, 2) the road upon which it travels and 3) the door that facilitates entrance. The Eye, the Road and the Door are the buried figures within the interiors of any CAR, those letters a locked and secret trunk the CAR has up to now concealed. But other bodies are buried in the CAR, bodies that are merely letters, for the C can always become a CH, G, J, K, Qu and X. A can always become another vowel, as in the paradigm A, E, I, O, U and occasionally Y. R can become L, since the two are \dq{liquids,} consonants that behave almost like vowels. Anything that partakes of this respelling, this anagrammatic reshuffling, utters the CAR, however far it has driven from its source. The buried respelling of CAR within words is called the anagrammatic cryptophor. Now and then an italicization will serve as reminder of its insidious eff\e{rac}tions.\fnote{See \sectiontitle{Permutations} at the end of this essay.} The human body is never composed of metal, but the love of cars in our \e{cul}ture stipulates that flesh be as efficient as its metalled counterpart, the CAR. The Latin \e{caro} for flesh opposes the English \e{car} for metal. Our self, our \e{autos}, has the auto as its standard or ideal, along with the CAR-spelling as a determination of our ego in its perfection of carhood. \e{America} proves the desire for carhood when it respells into \e{i am e car}. When our names echo the CAR, as in the names \e{Car}ol, \e{Car}y, \e{Car}los, \e{Car}leton, \e{Car}a, Os\e{car}, \e{Car}men, \e{Car}l, \e{Car}veth, \e{Car}lo, \e{Car}en, and so forth, we may find ourselves behaving in ways that suit the properties of the cars we may or may not drive. Our \e{autos} or self may like to work hard, go far, excel, persist, drive hard bargains, and even if we don't evidence such behavior, the car-ideal will prove the most amazing mimcries or commit us to its sleight of hand. -\e{Car}ol or \e{Car}en are not the only ones who evidence the CAR buried within the name, but Ri\{char}d, \e{Geor}ge, \e{Cel}ia, Mar\e{cel}, Spen\e{cer}, Mi\e{chael}, \e{Char}lotte, \e{Char}les, \e{Cra}ig, \e{Rac}hel, \e{Cor}ey, \e{Cher}yl as well. (Ge\e{org}e, M\e{arc}el, C\e{raig} and Ra\e{chel} have another repetition of CAR in their names as italicized on other letters.) The CAR drives its tires everywhere and leaves the most indelible t\{rac}ks behind. But who are those who have those names and what do they do that would directly attribute the \e{char}acteristics of CAR within their \e{car}eers? +\e{Car}ol or \e{Car}en are not the only ones who evidence the CAR buried within the name, but Ri\e{char}d, \e{Geor}ge, \e{Cel}ia, Mar\e{cel}, Spen\e{cer}, Mi\e{chael}, \e{Char}lotte, \e{Char}les, \e{Cra}ig, \e{Rac}hel, \e{Cor}ey, \e{Cher}yl as well. (Ge\e{org}e, M\e{arc}el, C\e{raig} and Ra\e{chel} have another repetition of CAR in their names as italicized on other letters.) The CAR drives its tires everywhere and leaves the most indelible t\e{rac}ks behind. But who are those who have those names and what do they do that would directly attribute the \e{char}acteristics of CAR within their \e{car}eers? -Billy Wilder's masterpiece, \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}, has Max, the chauffeur, say to Joe Gillis, Norma Desmond's lover, "It's not Madame they want. It's her car they want to rent." He says this when "Madame" is visiting Paramount studios with the hope of starring in a "return" to the cinema under the aegis of Cecil B. DeMille. She erroneously supposes that the calls from Paramount Studios were for her, but they were for her Isotta Fraschini, her antique handmade automobile that cost her \$28,000. It is the car, not Norma Desmond that the studio wanted. +Billy Wilder's masterpiece, \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}, has Max, the chauffeur, say to Joe Gillis, Norma Desmond's lover, \dq{It's not Madame they want. It's her car they want to rent.} He says this when \dq{Madame} is visiting Paramount studios with the hope of starring in a \dq{return} to the cinema under the aegis of Cecil B. DeMille. She erroneously supposes that the calls from Paramount Studios were for her, but they were for her Isotta Fraschini, her antique handmade automobile that cost her \$28,000. It is the car, not Norma Desmond that the studio wanted. This film then states that movie stars are cars and if they no longer are young, beautiful, box office potential, the car will thus assume its ideal up against the disfigured star, the car whose smooth running and impeccably shiny surface prove to be more dependable than a corruptable, ageing human being, a Norma Desmond. Thus the movie star has to be a car, the movie star has to be as smooth and shiny as the car they often act in. When they get older, they may get sur\e{ger}y to crase the indicia of time, just as cars, when they get older, may get custom work done to erase the dents they're subject to. The star\slash human being grows s\e{cars}, while \e{cars} grow more delapidated too. And what do stars or cars travel down? They drive down films or roads, the title \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} equivalent to the road Sunset Boulevard. The allegory is now complete: Stars are Cars that Act or Drive down Films or Roads. -At this moment the CAR drives into the picture. Every star, now subject to the metaphoric transfer into that of car (the \e{driving} into car), must in some way or another mimic the very thing they are inexorably compared with, a car, and that mimi\e{cry}, springing from letters incised by invisible tires, speaks the CAR, the magical invocation of Hollywood publicity departments when they, like automatic writing, concoct pseudonyms. Certainly if the emerging star has a \e{Car}ol or \e{Char}les in their original names, then the studio produ\e{cer} won't be so worried, but if their names veer too far from the CAR combination and all its bypaths, a suitable name will have to em\e{erge}. The simplest series, the o\e{rig}inal order for CAR, has produced the following star\slash cars: \e{Car}roll Baker, Claudia \e{Car}dinale, Kitty \e{Car}lisle, Art \e{Car}ney, Leslie \e{Car}on, Leo G. \e{Car}roll, Johnny \e{Car}son, \e{Car}olyn Jones, Ri\e{car}do Montalban, \e{Car}l Reiner, Brenda Vac\e{car}o, \e{Car}ol Burnett, George \e{Car}lin, Keith \e{Car}radine, \e{Car}l Betz, Linda \e{Car}ter, and so forth. (Carroll Ba\e{ker}, \e{Cla}udia Cardinale and \e{Geor}ge Carlin all have another echo of CAR.) The series can angulate into GAR as with the following: Greta \e{Gar}bo (a cryptophor for "car \e{beau}" or "beautiful car"), Ann-Mar\e{gar}et, Dirk Bo\e{gar}de, Humphrey Bo\e{gar}t, \e{Gar}y Cooper, Ava \e{Gar}dner, Judy \e{Gar}land, Greer \e{Gar}son, Mar\e{gar}et Hamilton, \e{Gar}y Merrill, Art \e{Gar}funkel, \e{Gar}rett Morris, \e{Gar}y Lockwood, Samantha Eg\e{gar}, Ed\e{gar} Bergen, etc. (\e{Gre}ta Garbo, Ann-M\e{arg}aret, D\e{irk} Bogarde, \e{Gre}er Garson, Gary \e{Loc}kwood and Edgar B\e{erg}en embed other echoes of CAR.) The ever-permuting series, as unpredictable as Alban Berg's\fnote{i itch to italicize} discovery of tonal relationships in the course of composing twelve-tone rows, stammers KER: Carroll Ba\e{ker}, Deborah \e{Ker}r (pronounced "car"), Forrest Tuc\e{ker}, Robert Wal\e{ker} (this transfer does not permit him to "walk," but only to "'drive") \e{Keir} Dullea (diphthongs are permissible), Dan Bloc\e{ker}, Bob Bar\e{ker}, etc. Less obvious permutations are possible, as is the case with KLE: Henry Win\e{kle}r, Art Lin\e{kle}tter, Don Ric\e{kle}s, Schnec\e{kle}gruber, Hal Buc\e{kle}y. (Schneckle\e{gru}ber has another echo.) Even the combination LUG produces some surprises: Bela \e{Lug}osi and Jack K\e{lug}man (also \e{Klu}gman). QUEL gives us: Jac\e{quel}ine Bisset, Ra\e{quel} Welch (also W\e{elch}), Jac\e{quel}ine Susanne (\filmtitle{Valley of the Dolls}), and if this person isn't a \e{cel}ebrity, Jac\e{quel}ine Kennedy\slash Jackie Onassis, what are all the others then? John Fitz\e{ger}ald Kennedy, Ri\e{char}d Nixon, \e{Ger}ald \e{Ford}, Jimmy \e{Car}ter and Ronald \e{Reag}an all support my argument for the CAR as America's supreme pleasure-word. +At this moment the CAR drives into the picture. Every star, now subject to the metaphoric transfer into that of car (the \e{driving} into car), must in some way or another mimic the very thing they are inexorably compared with, a car, and that mimi\e{cry}, springing from letters incised by invisible tires, speaks the CAR, the magical invocation of Hollywood publicity departments when they, like automatic writing, concoct pseudonyms. Certainly if the emerging star has a \e{Car}ol or \e{Char}les in their original names, then the studio produ\e{cer} won't be so worried, but if their names veer too far from the CAR combination and all its bypaths, a suitable name will have to em\e{erge}. The simplest series, the o\e{rig}inal order for CAR, has produced the following star\slash cars: \e{Car}roll Baker, Claudia \e{Car}dinale, Kitty \e{Car}lisle, Art \e{Car}ney, Leslie \e{Car}on, Leo G. \e{Car}roll, Johnny \e{Car}son, \e{Car}olyn Jones, Ri\e{car}do Montalban, \e{Car}l Reiner, Brenda Vac\e{car}o, \e{Car}ol Burnett, George \e{Car}lin, Keith \e{Car}radine, \e{Car}l Betz, Linda \e{Car}ter, and so forth. (Carroll Ba\e{ker}, \e{Cla}udia Cardinale and \e{Geor}ge Carlin all have another echo of CAR.) The series can angulate into GAR as with the following: Greta \e{Gar}bo (a cryptophor for \dq{car \e{beau}} or \dq{beautiful car}), Ann-Mar\e{gar}et, Dirk Bo\e{gar}de, Humphrey Bo\e{gar}t, \e{Gar}y Cooper, Ava \e{Gar}dner, Judy \e{Gar}land, Greer \e{Gar}son, Mar\e{gar}et Hamilton, \e{Gar}y Merrill, Art \e{Gar}funkel, \e{Gar}rett Morris, \e{Gar}y Lockwood, Samantha Eg\e{gar}, Ed\e{gar} Bergen, etc. (\e{Gre}ta Garbo, Ann-M\e{arg}aret, D\e{irk} Bogarde, \e{Gre}er Garson, Gary \e{Loc}kwood and Edgar B\e{erg}en embed other echoes of CAR.) The ever-permuting series, as unpredictable as Alban Berg's\fnote{i itch to italicize} discovery of tonal relationships in the course of composing twelve-tone rows, stammers KER: Carroll Ba\e{ker}, Deborah \e{Ker}r (pronounced \dq{car}), Forrest Tuc\e{ker}, Robert Wal\e{ker} (this transfer does not permit him to \dq{walk,} but only to \dq{drive}) \e{Keir} Dullea (diphthongs are permissible), Dan Bloc\e{ker}, Bob Bar\e{ker}, etc. Less obvious permutations are possible, as is the case with KLE: Henry Win\e{kle}r, Art Lin\e{kle}tter, Don Ric\e{kle}s, Schnec\e{kle}gruber, Hal Buc\e{kle}y. (Schneckle\e{gru}ber has another echo.) Even the combination LUG produces some surprises: Bela \e{Lug}osi and Jack K\e{lug}man (also \e{Klu}gman). QUEL gives us: Jac\e{quel}ine Bisset, Ra\e{quel} Welch (also W\e{elch}), Jac\e{quel}ine Susanne (\filmtitle{Valley of the Dolls}), and if this person isn't a \e{cel}ebrity, Jac\e{quel}ine Kennedy\slash Jackie Onassis, what are all the others then? John Fitz\e{ger}ald Kennedy, Ri\e{char}d Nixon, \e{Ger}ald \e{Ford}, Jimmy \e{Car}ter and Ronald \e{Reag}an all support my argument for the CAR as America's supreme pleasure-word. -This argument for a relation between name and thing goes back to Plato's \booktitle{Cratylus} where \e{Cra}tylus asserts to Hermogenes that there is a "natural fitness of names." (So\e{cra}tes actually said this, but it's Cratylus's argument.) Hermogenes's name would not be naturally his since he only believes in convention and its arbitrary character yet \e{Herm}ogenes evokes \e{Herm}es, the god who deals with speech, that messenger, thief, liar or bargainer, the interpreter (\e{hermeneus}). The CAR in a star's name (its rhyme with \e{star} another example of the motivation) asserts this ancient debate between the name and the thing it embraces. If stars are to behave like cars as they act or drive down films or roads, then that CAR ineluctably enters into the construction of their names, an activity that is also found in the denomination of cars: Cou\e{gar}, Mer\e{cur}y (also M\e{erc}ury, like the god that drives his messages everywhere), C\e{hry}sler, M\w{erc}edes, V\e{olk}swagen, Cadil\e{lac}, Toyota \e{Cor}olla, Rolls \e{Royc}e, \e{Ly}n\e{x}\fnote{?} (a perfect name for a car, simply because the condensation is so economical, only four letters, three of which are echoes of CAR: l\slash r, y\slash a, x\slash c). +This argument for a relation between name and thing goes back to Plato's \booktitle{Cratylus} where \e{Cra}tylus asserts to Hermogenes that there is a \dq{natural fitness of names.} (So\e{cra}tes actually said this, but it's Cratylus's argument.) Hermogenes's name would not be naturally his since he only believes in convention and its arbitrary character yet \e{Herm}ogenes evokes \e{Herm}es, the god who deals with speech, that messenger, thief, liar or bargainer, the interpreter (\e{hermeneus}). The CAR in a star's name (its rhyme with \e{star} another example of the motivation) asserts this ancient debate between the name and the thing it embraces. If stars are to behave like cars as they act or drive down films or roads, then that CAR ineluctably enters into the construction of their names, an activity that is also found in the denomination of cars: Cou\e{gar}, Mer\e{cur}y (also M\e{erc}ury, like the god that drives his messages everywhere), C\e{hry}sler, M\e{erc}edes, V\e{olk}swagen, Cadil\e{lac}, Toyota \e{Cor}olla, Rolls \e{Royc}e, \e{Ly}n\e{x}\fnote{?} (a perfect name for a car, simply because the condensation is so economical, only four letters, three of which are echoes of CAR: l\slash r, y\slash a, x\slash c). -The offramps of a highway are also the p\e{lac}es where the CAR can drive its letters, or rather, there are metonyms of the car that enter into stars' names, objects that are contiguous with the car. There are also variant names of the car (wagon, van, Ford, Olds). The car's brand name may not necessarily have to have CAR buried within it, but it is sufficiently recognizable to give us the following series: Joan Craw\e{ford}, Glenn \e{Ford}, Peter Law\e{ford}, Mary Pick\e{ford}, Ann Ruther\e{ford}, Harrison \e{Ford}, as well as the Fondas, whose \e{n} can be truncated and produce the following: Henry \e{Ford}a, Jane \e{Ford}a, Peter \e{Ford}a. Another auto company, General Motors, bears the "body by Fisher" emblem. Was it responsible for the careers of Eddie \e{Fisher} or Carrie \e{Fisher}? An "Olds" abbreviates Oldsmobile and thus yields: Burt Reyn\e{olds}, Debbie Reyn\e{olds} or Marjorie Reyn\e{olds}. Other brand names register \e{Chevy} Chase (Chevrolet or Chevy), \e{Royce} Wallace (Rolls Royce), while types of vehicles register Martin \e{Landau}, Peter \e{Lorre} (for lorry), Burt \e{Convy} (for convoy) and then there's also parts of the car that register Richard \e{Gere} (gear) or Patricia \e{Brake}. Rex Harrison starred in commercials for the car Volare. What's odd is that \e{Rex} is a homonym for \e{wrecks}, something no star or car should be subject to. The car's motions (to drive, to park, to turn) yield the following: Robert \e{Driv}as, Burt \e{Parks}, Michael \e{Parks}, Fess \e{Parker} and Lana \e{Turner}. The van or wagon gives further credence to Cratylus's argument: Lindsay \e{Wagner}, Robert \e{Wagner}, Lyle \e{Waggon}er, Porter \e{Wagon}er, Jo \e{Van} Fleet (the \e{Fleet} visualizing a fleet of vans), \e{Van} Johnson, Dick \e{Van} Dyke, \e{Van} Heflin, Dick \e{Van} Patten, Jo \e{Van} Ark (her \e{Ark} a perfect permutation of CAR), Billy \e{Van}, Vivian \e{Van}ce, and on and on. Those ramps, exits, streets, roads, ways, paths, the general surface upon which the "literal" tire writes itself (notice the \e{tire} in l\e{iter}al), writes out +The offramps of a highway are also the p\e{lac}es where the CAR can drive its letters, or rather, there are metonyms of the car that enter into stars' names, objects that are contiguous with the car. There are also variant names of the car (wagon, van, Ford, Olds). The car's brand name may not necessarily have to have CAR buried within it, but it is sufficiently recognizable to give us the following series: Joan Craw\e{ford}, Glenn \e{Ford}, Peter Law\e{ford}, Mary Pick\e{ford}, Ann Ruther\e{ford}, Harrison \e{Ford}, as well as the Fondas, whose \e{n} can be truncated and produce the following: Henry \e{Ford}a, Jane \e{Ford}a, Peter \e{Ford}a. Another auto company, General Motors, bears the \dq{body by Fisher} emblem. Was it responsible for the careers of Eddie \e{Fisher} or Carrie \e{Fisher}? An \dq{Olds} abbreviates Oldsmobile and thus yields: Burt Reyn\e{olds}, Debbie Reyn\e{olds} or Marjorie Reyn\e{olds}. Other brand names register \e{Chevy} Chase (Chevrolet or Chevy), \e{Royce} Wallace (Rolls Royce), while types of vehicles register Martin \e{Landau}, Peter \e{Lorre} (for lorry), Burt \e{Convy} (for convoy) and then there's also parts of the car that register Richard \e{Gere} (gear) or Patricia \e{Brake}. Rex Harrison starred in commercials for the car Volare. What's odd is that \e{Rex} is a homonym for \e{wrecks}, something no star or car should be subject to. The car's motions (to drive, to park, to turn) yield the following: Robert \e{Driv}as, Burt \e{Parks}, Michael \e{Parks}, Fess \e{Parker} and Lana \e{Turner}. The van or wagon gives further credence to Cratylus's argument: Lindsay \e{Wagner}, Robert \e{Wagner}, Lyle \e{Waggon}er, Porter \e{Wagon}er, Jo \e{Van} Fleet (the \e{Fleet} visualizing a fleet of vans), \e{Van} Johnson, Dick \e{Van} Dyke, \e{Van} Heflin, Dick \e{Van} Patten, Jo \e{Van} Ark (her \e{Ark} a perfect permutation of CAR), Billy \e{Van}, Vivian \e{Van}ce, and on and on. Those ramps, exits, streets, roads, ways, paths, the general surface upon which the \dq{literal} tire writes itself (notice the \e{tire} in l\e{iter}al), writes out \begitems\style N * lane: Burt \e{Lan}caster, Priscilla \e{Lane}, Hope \e{Lange}, Angela \e{Lan}sbury, Shirley Mac\e{Laine}, Sara \e{Lane}, Charles \e{Lane}; -* road: Barbara \r{Rhoad}es, Harry \e{Rhod}es, Michael \e{Road}, \e{Rhodes} Reason; +* road: Barbara \e{Rhoad}es, Harry \e{Rhod}es, Michael \e{Road}, \e{Rhodes} Reason; * \e{rue} (Fr. road): Jack La \e{Rue}, Cash La \e{Rue}; * \e{strada} (It. street): Erik E\e{strada}; * street: Sidney Green\e{street}; * way: Faye Duna\e{way}, John \e{Way}ne, Jeff Con\e{way}, Gary Con\e{way}, \e{Way}ne Con\e{way}, \e{Mae} West\slash \e{Wae} West\slash \e{Way} West (the M is inverted); and * miles: Sarah \e{Miles}, Ray \e{Mil}land, Ann \e{Mil}ler. \enditems -\noindent Even the \e{tire} finds its tracks in John MacIn\e{tire}, Jaime \e{Tire}lli, or Macin\e{tyre} Dixon while its anagrammatization seeps into Fred As\e{t}a\e{ire}, Marlene D\e{ietr}ich Thelma R\e{it}t\e{er}, Barbra S\e{trei}sand (for someone as addicted to producing "tire tracks" or "grooves," such a name seems perfect with the "natural fitness of names"), Shelley W\e{i}n\{ter}s, John \e{Rit}t\e{e}r, and \e{tire}'s extensions into: Patricia \e{Wheel}, Mark \e{Wheel}er, Eddie \e{Firestone} and the improbable conjunction of the Ernie \e{Flatt} Dancers. Every car has to \e{burn} oil and so do stars, as do George \e{Burns}, Audrey Hep\e{burn}, Katharine Hep\e{burn}, Mike \e{Burns}, Gene Ray\e{burn}, Carol \e{Burn}ett, whereas the \e{bu}r in \e{burn} is echoed in Billie \e{Bur}ke, Ellen \e{Bur}styn, Richard \e{Bur}ton and the burning of a \e{pyre} in Richard \e{Pry}or\slash \e{Pyr}or. Oil helps that burning and so its anagrams help the careers of the following celebrities (there's a Chevrolet model called the "\e{Cel}ebrity™): \e{Lo}u\e{i}s Armstrong, \e{Lo}u\e{i}se Brooks, G\e{lo}r\e{i}a De Haven, G\e{lo}r\e{i}a Swanson (\e{Gloria} is an anagram for \e{oil rag}), \e{Oli}via De Haviland (\e{via oil} for \e{Olivia}), G\e{ol}d\e{i}e Hawn, Laurence \e{Oli}vier. These tires \e{car}ve the strangest incisions and skid down all sorts of detours and out-of-the-way trails. +\noindent Even the \e{tire} finds its tracks in John MacIn\e{tire}, Jaime \e{Tire}lli, or Macin\e{tyre} Dixon while its anagrammatization seeps into Fred As\e{t}a\e{ire}, Marlene D\e{ietr}ich Thelma R\e{it}t\e{er}, Barbra S\e{trei}sand (for someone as addicted to producing \dq{tire tracks} or \dq{grooves,} such a name seems perfect with the \dq{natural fitness of names}), Shelley W\e{i}n\e{ter}s, John \e{Rit}t\e{e}r, and \e{tire}'s extensions into: Patricia \e{Wheel}, Mark \e{Wheel}er, Eddie \e{Firestone} and the improbable conjunction of the Ernie \e{Flatt} Dancers. Every car has to \e{burn} oil and so do stars, as do George \e{Burns}, Audrey Hep\e{burn}, Katharine Hep\e{burn}, Mike \e{Burns}, Gene Ray\e{burn}, Carol \e{Burn}ett, whereas the \e{bu}r in \e{burn} is echoed in Billie \e{Bur}ke, Ellen \e{Bur}styn, Richard \e{Bur}ton and the burning of a \e{pyre} in Richard \e{Pry}or\slash \e{Pyr}or. Oil helps that burning and so its anagrams help the careers of the following celebrities (there's a Chevrolet model called the \dq{\e{Cel}ebrity}): \e{Lo}u\e{i}s Armstrong, \e{Lo}u\e{i}se Brooks, G\e{lo}r\e{i}a De Haven, G\e{lo}r\e{i}a Swanson (\e{Gloria} is an anagram for \e{oil rag}), \e{Oli}via De Haviland (\e{via oil} for \e{Olivia}), G\e{ol}d\e{i}e Hawn, Laurence \e{Oli}vier. These tires \e{car}ve the strangest incisions and skid down all sorts of detours and out-of-the-way trails. -Perusing my \booktitle{Great American Movie Book}, which lists over 1,500 performers, I found many names of drivers, chauffeurs and the like with the CAR embedded in their names. These people are the \e{true} actors since they fulfill the allegorical function so well, they act \e{and} drive down films \e{or} roads. The drivers are as follows: Francis \e{Ford} (In \filmtitle{Old Chicago}), \e{Jer}ry Lewis (a "mad driver" in \filmtitle{It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World}). Billy \e{Cur}tis (\filmtitle{My Gal Sal}, a midget driver), Sol \e{Gor}ss and \e{Char}les Sullivan (\filmtitle{They Drive by Night}), Max \e{Wagner} (echoing \e{wagon}, again \filmtitle{They Drive by Night}), \e{Ford} Dunhill (\filmtitle{Viva Las Vegas}), John Pi\e{kar}d (\filmtitle{Wake of the Red Witch}). The taxi drivers, more numerous, have not had the privilege of Robert de Niro, and unlike him oftentimes cryptically embed CAR in their names: Dick \e{Cro}ckett (\filmtitle{Breakfast at Tiffany's}), Donald \e{Kerr} (\ft{Detective Story}), \{Geor}ge Davis (\ft{Gentlemen Prefer Blondes}), Kit \e{Guar}d (\ft{Here Come the Waves}), Peter F\e{alk} and Leo \e{Gor}cy (\ft{It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World}), Jack \e{Car}r (\ft{The More the Merrier}), Lloyd In\e{gra}ham (\ft{Mr. Lucky}), \e{Arch} Johnson (\ft{Niagara}), Mushy \{Cal}lahan (\dt{The Nutty Professor}), \e{Geor}ge Davis (\ft{One Hour With You}), \e{Geor}ge Chandler (\ft{Since You Went Away}), \e{Charl}es Hall (\ft{Swing Time}), Connie \e{Gilchri}st (\ft{Thousands Cheer}, two cryptophors, \e{Gil} and \e{chri}), Pedro \e{Reg}as (\filmtitle{Waikiki Wedding}, not to mention the \e{gas} at the end of Re\e{gas}), \e{Gar}ry Owen (\ft{Watch on the Rhine}). Not as numerous as cab drivers, the chauffeurs go as follows: \e{Reg}inald Farmer (\ft{Car Wash}), Billy \e{Way}ne (\ft{Dangerous}, the \e{way} is significant), Bud \{Gear}y (\ft{Dead End}, \e{Gear} is also identical with the \e{gear}shift), M\e{org}an Wallace (\ft{Grand Hotel}), James \e{Cro}mwell (\ft{Murder by Death} and his name was Mar\{cel}), \e{Char}les La Torre (\ft{Three Coins in the Fountain}), \e{Cre}ighton Hale (\ft{Watch on the Rhine}). There are several truck drivers: Fred \e{Gra}ham (\ft{The Asphalt Jungle}), Max \e{Wagner} (\ft{Black Legion}, echoing \e{wagon}), \e{Char}les Sullivan (\ft{Easy to Wed}, notice the \e{van}), Bobby Mc\e{Gri}ff (\ft{The Last Picture Show}), Boyd (Red) M\e{org}an (\ft{Pillow Talk}), \e{Cle}gg Hoyt (\ft{That Touch of Mink}), \e{Way}ne Hazelhurst (\ft{Up in Smoke}). Stage drivers, so frequent in Westerns, still permute CAR even though they drive more antique vehicles: \e{Cli}ff \e{Cla}rk (\ft{Fort Apache}, also \ft{Clark}), Bud Mc\e{Clu}re (\ft{Destry Rides Again}), Poodles Hanne\e{ford} (\ft{San Antonio}), Jennings \e{Miles} (how many miles did he travel in \ft{Winchester '73}?). Motorcycle cops, aptly eulogized in the TV series \tvtitle{Chips}, evoke CAR despite their cy\e{cles} being miniature versions of the former: Tom \e{Gre}en\e{way} (the echo of CAR and the crucial \e{way} in \ft{How to Marry a Millionaire}), \e{Gar}ry Owen (\ft{Notorious}). One bus driver, \e{Char}les \e{Jor}dan (\ft{Cat People}), and one ambulance driver, Fred \e{Gra}ham (\ft{No Way Out}), are the only other drivers in a vast repertoire of actors who must have had to acquire drivers licenses to act in all those films or roads. Incidentally, E\e{ric}h von Stroheim, the chauffeur in \f{Sunset Boulevard}, did not know how to drive, "which humiliated him" (\fb{Swanson on Swanson}), so the Isotta Fraschini was pulled by "ropes the whole while." +Perusing my \booktitle{Great American Movie Book}, which lists over 1,500 performers, I found many names of drivers, chauffeurs and the like with the CAR embedded in their names. These people are the \e{true} actors since they fulfill the allegorical function so well, they act \e{and} drive down films \e{or} roads. The drivers are as follows: Francis \e{Ford} (In \filmtitle{Old Chicago}), \e{Jer}ry Lewis (a \dq{mad driver} in \filmtitle{It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World}). Billy \e{Cur}tis (\filmtitle{My Gal Sal}, a midget driver), Sol \e{Gor}ss and \e{Char}les Sullivan (\filmtitle{They Drive by Night}), Max \e{Wagner} (echoing \e{wagon}, again \filmtitle{They Drive by Night}), \e{Ford} Dunhill (\filmtitle{Viva Las Vegas}), John Pi\e{kar}d (\filmtitle{Wake of the Red Witch}). The taxi drivers, more numerous, have not had the privilege of Robert de Niro, and unlike him oftentimes cryptically embed CAR in their names: Dick \e{Cro}ckett (\filmtitle{Breakfast at Tiffany's}), Donald \e{Kerr} (\filmtitle{Detective Story}), \e{Geor}ge Davis (\filmtitle{Gentlemen Prefer Blondes}), Kit \e{Guar}d (\filmtitle{Here Come the Waves}), Peter F\e{alk} and Leo \e{Gor}cy (\filmtitle{It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World}), Jack \e{Car}r (\filmtitle{The More the Merrier}), Lloyd In\e{gra}ham (\filmtitle{Mr. Lucky}), \e{Arch} Johnson (\filmtitle{Niagara}), Mushy \e{Cal}lahan (\filmtitle{The Nutty Professor}), \e{Geor}ge Davis (\filmtitle{One Hour With You}), \e{Geor}ge Chandler (\filmtitle{Since You Went Away}), \e{Charl}es Hall (\filmtitle{Swing Time}), Connie \e{Gilchri}st (\filmtitle{Thousands Cheer}, two cryptophors, \e{Gil} and \e{chri}), Pedro \e{Reg}as (\filmtitle{Waikiki Wedding}, not to mention the \e{gas} at the end of Re\e{gas}), \e{Gar}ry Owen (\filmtitle{Watch on the Rhine}). Not as numerous as cab drivers, the chauffeurs go as follows: \e{Reg}inald Farmer (\filmtitle{Car Wash}), Billy \e{Way}ne (\filmtitle{Dangerous}, the \e{way} is significant), Bud \e{Gear}y (\filmtitle{Dead End}, \e{Gear} is also identical with the \e{gear}shift), M\e{org}an Wallace (\filmtitle{Grand Hotel}), James \e{Cro}mwell (\filmtitle{Murder by Death} and his name was Mar\e{cel}), \e{Char}les La Torre (\filmtitle{Three Coins in the Fountain}), \e{Cre}ighton Hale (\filmtitle{Watch on the Rhine}). There are several truck drivers: Fred \e{Gra}ham (\filmtitle{The Asphalt Jungle}), Max \e{Wagner} (\filmtitle{Black Legion}, echoing \e{wagon}), \e{Char}les Sullivan (\filmtitle{Easy to Wed}, notice the \e{van}), Bobby Mc\e{Gri}ff (\filmtitle{The Last Picture Show}), Boyd (Red) M\e{org}an (\filmtitle{Pillow Talk}), \e{Cle}gg Hoyt (\filmtitle{That Touch of Mink}), \e{Way}ne Hazelhurst (\filmtitle{Up in Smoke}). Stage drivers, so frequent in Westerns, still permute CAR even though they drive more antique vehicles: \e{Cli}ff \e{Cla}rk (\filmtitle{Fort Apache}, also \filmtitle{Clark}), Bud Mc\e{Clu}re (\filmtitle{Destry Rides Again}), Poodles Hanne\e{ford} (\filmtitle{San Antonio}), Jennings \e{Miles} (how many miles did he travel in \filmtitle{Winchester '73}?). Motorcycle cops, aptly eulogized in the TV series \tvtitle{Chips}, evoke CAR despite their cy\e{cles} being miniature versions of the former: Tom \e{Gre}en\e{way} (the echo of CAR and the crucial \e{way} in \filmtitle{How to Marry a Millionaire}), \e{Gar}ry Owen (\filmtitle{Notorious}). One bus driver, \e{Char}les \e{Jor}dan (\filmtitle{Cat People}), and one ambulance driver, Fred \e{Gra}ham (\filmtitle{No Way Out}), are the only other drivers in a vast repertoire of actors who must have had to acquire drivers licenses to act in all those films or roads. Incidentally, E\e{ric}h von Stroheim, the chauffeur in \e{Sunset Boulevard}, did not know how to drive, \dq{which humiliated him} (\booktitle{Swanson on Swanson}), so the Isotta Fraschini was pulled by \dq{ropes the whole while.} -At times the Cratylitic limits traverse into the oddest of conjunctions. \e{Gar}ret Morris stars as \e{"Wheels"} in a TV show called \tvtitle{Roll Out}, his acting a mimicry of his names? In \filmtitle{Cool Hand Luke}, where the \e{Cool} and \e{Luke} both echo the CAR, \e{Cli}fton James is named "\e{Car}r." The perfect name for a star, according to this method of the anagrammatic cryptophor of CAR, is \e{Clu Gallagher}, since the \e{Clu} echoes CAR, as well as \e{Gal}, as well as \e{lag}, as well as \{gher}, a repetition of CAR made four times within the entire sequence of letters of this proper name. \filmtitle{Tea and Sympathy} stars Deborah \e{Kerr} and John \e{Kerr}. The one piece of visual information I have from this film is both Kerr's in a tender emb\e{race}. James Dean, a "car" if ever there was one (he was fond of racing and died in a car crash), starred in \ft{East of Eden} and was called "Cal," a perfect respelling of CAR, \e{l} being \e{r}'s substitute. The drama was set in the state of \e{Cal}ifornia, land no doubt of many cars and stars. Jayne Mansfield's decapitation in a car accident represents a perfect al\e{legor}y of cinema, all those "\e{cro}pped" heads within the frames of cameras had their \e{gri}sly equivalent in her specta\e{cul}ar death, when always already CAR inhabits the \e{ca}me\e{r}a. +At times the Cratylitic limits traverse into the oddest of conjunctions. \e{Gar}ret Morris stars as \e{\dq{Wheels}} in a TV show called \tvtitle{Roll Out}, his acting a mimicry of his names? In \filmtitle{Cool Hand Luke}, where the \e{Cool} and \e{Luke} both echo the CAR, \e{Cli}fton James is named \dq{\e{Car}r.} The perfect name for a star, according to this method of the anagrammatic cryptophor of CAR, is \e{Clu Gallagher}, since the \e{Clu} echoes CAR, as well as \e{Gal}, as well as \e{lag}, as well as \e{gher}, a repetition of CAR made four times within the entire sequence of letters of this proper name. \filmtitle{Tea and Sympathy} stars Deborah \e{Kerr} and John \e{Kerr}. The one piece of visual information I have from this film is both Kerr's in a tender emb\e{race}. James Dean, a \dq{car} if ever there was one (he was fond of racing and died in a car crash), starred in \filmtitle{East of Eden} and was called \dq{Cal,} a perfect respelling of CAR, \e{l} being \e{r}'s substitute. The drama was set in the state of \e{Cal}ifornia, land no doubt of many cars and stars. Jayne Mansfield's decapitation in a car accident represents a perfect al\e{legor}y of cinema, all those \dq{\e{cro}pped} heads within the frames of cameras had their \e{gri}sly equivalent in her specta\e{cul}ar death, when always already CAR inhabits the \e{ca}me\e{r}a. -Not wanting to swerve too far from our subject, the CAR and all its permutations, the names of stars are also based in part on the mimicry of the word AMERICA. America, besides containing CAR, also contains the crucial words ARM, MAR, RAM, etc. The proliferation of Norma, Mary, Roman, La Mar, Morgan, Mark, Norman, Marilyn mimic the first four letters of \e{Amer}ica. A psychoanalysis of Hollywood must begin with the letters of America within the letters of a star's name. After all, stars are only letters: what else are empty spaces filled up with? Letters\slash letster\slash letstar. Picking a star's name is a precise ritual that follows from several sources: 1) mimicry of CAR; 2) mimicry of synonyms\slash metonyms of ROADS; 3) mimicry of AMERica; 4) mimicry of STAR; 5) mimcry of synonyms\slash metonyms of EYES and EARS (the two drives involved in the perception of films): 6) mimicry of I or JE; In the 1937 version of \fr{A Star is Born}, Esther Blodgett becomes Vicki Le\e{ster}, a repetition of STAR. +Not wanting to swerve too far from our subject, the CAR and all its permutations, the names of stars are also based in part on the mimicry of the word AMERICA. America, besides containing CAR, also contains the crucial words ARM, MAR, RAM, etc. The proliferation of Norma, Mary, Roman, La Mar, Morgan, Mark, Norman, Marilyn mimic the first four letters of \e{Amer}ica. A psychoanalysis of Hollywood must begin with the letters of America within the letters of a star's name. After all, stars are only letters: what else are empty spaces filled up with? Letters\slash letster\slash letstar. Picking a star's name is a precise ritual that follows from several sources: 1) mimicry of CAR; 2) mimicry of synonyms\slash metonyms of ROADS; 3) mimicry of AMERica; 4) mimicry of STAR; 5) mimcry of synonyms\slash metonyms of EYES and EARS (the two drives involved in the perception of films): 6) mimicry of I or JE; In the 1937 version of \filmtitle{A Star is Born}, Esther Blodgett becomes Vicki Le\e{ster}, a repetition of STAR. -The common myth of stardom is that one attains ultimate recognition on all levels: artistic, emotional, sexual, financial, the entire prism of \e{col}ors that shine from that as yet unobtainable \e{car}rot. Initially the "road" is a long one, but once the horizon is reached, the speeds one can drive at in that nether-nether land are in\e{calcul}able. The movie star demagogue (the \e{movie} prefiguring an even vaster \e{mov[i]e}ment), or anyone intent on being at the "top of the heap," becomes the swiftest set of wheels ever to incise on any extant road. Any obstacles in their path are ruthlessly wrenched from their position so as to let the \e{Gre}at \e{Car} \e{Cour}se to \e{Glo}ry. But the \e{gre}at ins\e{cri}ption and its formidable wake, those t\e{rac}es, ghosts, ventri\e{loqu}ies, only \e{reac}h that t\e{rag}ic m\e{arg}in, the Sunset Boulevard \e{cul}-de-sac, the End-of-the-Road, the \e{car}eer that \e{car}eens to a \e{cra}shing death. +The common myth of stardom is that one attains ultimate recognition on all levels: artistic, emotional, sexual, financial, the entire prism of \e{col}ors that shine from that as yet unobtainable \e{car}rot. Initially the \dq{road} is a long one, but once the horizon is reached, the speeds one can drive at in that nether-nether land are in\e{calcul}able. The movie star demagogue (the \e{movie} prefiguring an even vaster \e{mov[i]e}ment), or anyone intent on being at the \dq{top of the heap,} becomes the swiftest set of wheels ever to incise on any extant road. Any obstacles in their path are ruthlessly wrenched from their position so as to let the \e{Gre}at \e{Car} \e{Cour}se to \e{Glo}ry. But the \e{gre}at ins\e{cri}ption and its formidable wake, those t\e{rac}es, ghosts, ventri\e{loqu}ies, only \e{reac}h that t\e{rag}ic m\e{arg}in, the Sunset Boulevard \e{cul}-de-sac, the End-of-the-Road, the \e{car}eer that \e{car}eens to a \e{cra}shing death. What happened along that Road, that Career's Course where the Car began to corrupt? The commonest fatality that meets anyone whose ascending career swerves from its rightful course is, of course, drugs. How many news reports have we heard of stars caught for drunk driving, cocaine possession or the ultimate horror of an overdose? -D\e{rug}s, whose \e{rug} refracts the CAR, resembles the gasoline that allows cars to drive. Any kind of drug is an interiorization of oil ("high octane" as a taxi driver friend expressed it) since they enable one to "go" far, perhaps on a "trip," that may or may not end up driving you \e{cra}zy. Drinking and driving don't mix, but then \e{alcohol} echoes \e{oil} as in the misspelling, \e{alcohoil}. "Alcohol" has also been suggested as an oil-substicute for turbine engine cars. A can of beer resembles an oil drum, besides what are all those "drums" emptied of, beer or oil, once thrown in trash cans so often former oil drums? Cocaine's similarity to oil occurs in the drug's tendency to induce vivacity, restless activity, mania, sleeplessness, properties that would not take place in a car deprived of fuel. John DeLorean, the tycoon of the DeLorean Automobile Company, was arrested for intent to smuggle \$24 million worth of cocaine to save his enterprise from default. Here the equivalence is cocaine for cars since the drug would have "salvaged" his automobiles. Such a vast supply can corrupt someone's nose and collapse it into the powder that destroyed it; the tycoon could thus instruct his engineers to customize another fender of human flesh. Speed or dexadrine cannot help but associate with the high "speeds" cars attain or what large trucks do, their drivers often resorting to the substance in their marathons across the country. Any cigarette, tobacco or marijuana, echoes the ignition of a car's engine, their smoke the transubstantiation of exhaust. Tranquilizers and opiates, although dissimilar to the manias induced by cocaine and speed, still allow one to "go" somewhere else, their alteration of consciousness a detour down unfamiliar paths, something all drugs accomplish. +D\e{rug}s, whose \e{rug} refracts the CAR, resembles the gasoline that allows cars to drive. Any kind of drug is an interiorization of oil (\dq{high octane} as a taxi driver friend expressed it) since they enable one to \dq{go} far, perhaps on a \dq{trip,} that may or may not end up driving you \e{cra}zy. Drinking and driving don't mix, but then \e{alcohol} echoes \e{oil} as in the misspelling, \e{alcohoil}. \dq{Alcohol} has also been suggested as an oil-substicute for turbine engine cars. A can of beer resembles an oil drum, besides what are all those \dq{drums} emptied of, beer or oil, once thrown in trash cans so often former oil drums? Cocaine's similarity to oil occurs in the drug's tendency to induce vivacity, restless activity, mania, sleeplessness, properties that would not take place in a car deprived of fuel. John DeLorean, the tycoon of the DeLorean Automobile Company, was arrested for intent to smuggle \$24 million worth of cocaine to save his enterprise from default. Here the equivalence is cocaine for cars since the drug would have \dq{salvaged} his automobiles. Such a vast supply can corrupt someone's nose and collapse it into the powder that destroyed it; the tycoon could thus instruct his engineers to customize another fender of human flesh. Speed or dexadrine cannot help but associate with the high \dq{speeds} cars attain or what large trucks do, their drivers often resorting to the substance in their marathons across the country. Any cigarette, tobacco or marijuana, echoes the ignition of a car's engine, their smoke the transubstantiation of exhaust. Tranquilizers and opiates, although dissimilar to the manias induced by cocaine and speed, still allow one to \dq{go} somewhere else, their alteration of consciousness a detour down unfamiliar paths, something all drugs accomplish. -A milder substance, coffee, is also what those truckers quaff when they stop for gas, the two liquids metaphors for each other. No wonder the star\slash tar Margaret Hamilton endorsed tar-evocative Maxwell House coffee, the "good to the last drop" substance. Another one of its commercials featured a carpool of executives (worried over the high prices of oil), cautiously drinking a rapidly diminishing cup of that coffee. Coffee, so similar to oil by virtue of its darkness and the "energy" of the caffeine, finds itself composed of \e{wax} after we invert the M in \e{M}axwell House: \e{W}axwell House\slash Oil well House. When I worked for an oil company, my boss, a Mr. Moore (intent on mining \e{more} and \e{more} oil), fetched all the fellow workers coffee in the morning. Throughout the country of Mexico, Pepsi signs are placed beside gasoline stations. The su\e{gar} and caffeine in that soft drink will propel the driver as will Mobil oil propel the drinker's car. Pepsi ads (it was once endorsed by that famous star, Joan Car[w]ford) announce themselves in the colors of the American f\e{lag} just as Mobil oil ads do in similar tricolor heraldry. Junior eats Sugar Frosted Flakes in the morning (induced by its cute \e{car}toon ti\e{ger}) while Daddy loads up with Esso Oil (induced, like Junior, by another cute cartoon tiger who says, "Put a Tiger in Your Tank.") +A milder substance, coffee, is also what those truckers quaff when they stop for gas, the two liquids metaphors for each other. No wonder the star\slash tar Margaret Hamilton endorsed tar-evocative Maxwell House coffee, the \dq{good to the last drop} substance. Another one of its commercials featured a carpool of executives (worried over the high prices of oil), cautiously drinking a rapidly diminishing cup of that coffee. Coffee, so similar to oil by virtue of its darkness and the \dq{energy} of the caffeine, finds itself composed of \e{wax} after we invert the M in \e{M}axwell House: \e{W}axwell House\slash Oil well House. When I worked for an oil company, my boss, a Mr. Moore (intent on mining \e{more} and \e{more} oil), fetched all the fellow workers coffee in the morning. Throughout the country of Mexico, Pepsi signs are placed beside gasoline stations. The su\e{gar} and caffeine in that soft drink will propel the driver as will Mobil oil propel the drinker's car. Pepsi ads (it was once endorsed by that famous star, Joan Car[w]ford) announce themselves in the colors of the American f\e{lag} just as Mobil oil ads do in similar tricolor heraldry. Junior eats Sugar Frosted Flakes in the morning (induced by its cute \e{car}toon ti\e{ger}) while Daddy loads up with Esso Oil (induced, like Junior, by another cute cartoon tiger who says, \dq{Put a Tiger in Your Tank.}) -Even if the ac\e{cel}erating \e{cel}ebrity were to be actually driving, loaded with drugs as their cars are loaded with oil, the possibility for them to suffer another crash in\{cre}ases the density of the allegorical scheme onto another level. The star\slash car that acts\slash drives down films\slash roads now meets its rhetorical inversion: \e{peripeteia}, the reversal of fortune, the "sudden-unexpected reversal of the action in an opposite (unfortunate) direction." (Lausberg) Peripeteia's compliment, \e{anagnorismos}, is a "sudden process of recognition that proceeds from a change of direction of the course of action." The simplest example of peripeteia is from Aristotle's \e{Poetics:} "\ld as it is for instance in Oedipus: here the opposite state of things is produced by the Messenger, who, coming to gladden Oedipus and to remove his fears as to his mother, reveals the secret of his birth." The light said "go" and when we drove on, another car came upon our left, smashed it, injured our flesh and hospitalized us. Our lives changed in different degrees of intensity from that point onward. Car accidents, as well as the "pitfalls" of success (peripeteia is etymologically related to fall, \e{piptein}), reverse the ascension into Glory into the descent into obscurity, the same peripeteia or Fall that met Adam and Eve when God expulsed them from Paradise. +Even if the ac\e{cel}erating \e{cel}ebrity were to be actually driving, loaded with drugs as their cars are loaded with oil, the possibility for them to suffer another crash in\e{cre}ases the density of the allegorical scheme onto another level. The star\slash car that acts\slash drives down films\slash roads now meets its rhetorical inversion: \e{peripeteia}, the reversal of fortune, the \dq{sudden-unexpected reversal of the action in an opposite (unfortunate) direction.} (Lausberg) Peripeteia's compliment, \e{anagnorismos}, is a \dq{sudden process of recognition that proceeds from a change of direction of the course of action.} The simplest example of peripeteia is from Aristotle's \e{Poetics:} \dq{\ld as it is for instance in Oedipus: here the opposite state of things is produced by the Messenger, who, coming to gladden Oedipus and to remove his fears as to his mother, reveals the secret of his birth.} The light said \dq{go} and when we drove on, another car came upon our left, smashed it, injured our flesh and hospitalized us. Our lives changed in different degrees of intensity from that point onward. Car accidents, as well as the \dq{pitfalls} of success (peripeteia is etymologically related to fall, \e{piptein}), reverse the ascension into Glory into the descent into obscurity, the same peripeteia or Fall that met Adam and Eve when God expulsed them from Paradise. -Tragedy's most powerful clements are its Peripeties and Discoveries, so says Aristotle. Epic poetry also "requires Peripeties, Discoveries, and scenes of suffering just like Tragedy." So \e{the} American Tragedy is the car that didn't go, it stopped too soon, it went off at the wrong time, it turncd up the wrong street (as did Joe Gillis's in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}) and no doubt its other failures along life's journeys. Drinking and driving don't mix (carousing), otherwise the incompatible activities will perform what everyone knows is an ambiguity in the phrase "falling star." The Great Crash of 1929 was also a "sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances or situation" of the Roaring Twenties when another reversal of fortune took place, the emergence of the talkies after a decade of silent films. The next decade, the Depression, reversed the mythologies of quick success into the realities of nagging poverty, something that could take place at any time knowing the capriciousness of capital, which, like any text we read, gives us no idea as to what it's up to. Missing an exit sign (the "change in direction") and its Discovery by reversing one's tracks, as on our interstate freeways, resembles rereading an entire passage from a novel because we didn't discover $X$ was married to $Y$. Going forward, and remaining \e{there}, however contradictory that sounds, is \e{the} dilemma that besets those success stories who have been "driving" or "smooth sailing" all along and are now faced with the problems of maintaining their former speeds. The Allegorical Car encounters the Careening Peripeteia. Hopefully the victim will come to his senses and recognize or discover the means to change direction. +Tragedy's most powerful clements are its Peripeties and Discoveries, so says Aristotle. Epic poetry also \dq{requires Peripeties, Discoveries, and scenes of suffering just like Tragedy.} So \e{the} American Tragedy is the car that didn't go, it stopped too soon, it went off at the wrong time, it turncd up the wrong street (as did Joe Gillis's in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard}) and no doubt its other failures along life's journeys. Drinking and driving don't mix (carousing), otherwise the incompatible activities will perform what everyone knows is an ambiguity in the phrase \dq{falling star.} The Great Crash of 1929 was also a \dq{sudden or unexpected reversal of circumstances or situation} of the Roaring Twenties when another reversal of fortune took place, the emergence of the talkies after a decade of silent films. The next decade, the Depression, reversed the mythologies of quick success into the realities of nagging poverty, something that could take place at any time knowing the capriciousness of capital, which, like any text we read, gives us no idea as to what it's up to. Missing an exit sign (the \dq{change in direction}) and its Discovery by reversing one's tracks, as on our interstate freeways, resembles rereading an entire passage from a novel because we didn't discover $X$ was married to $Y$. Going forward, and remaining \e{there}, however contradictory that sounds, is \e{the} dilemma that besets those success stories who have been \dq{driving} or \dq{smooth sailing} all along and are now faced with the problems of maintaining their former speeds. The Allegorical Car encounters the Careening Peripeteia. Hopefully the victim will come to his senses and recognize or discover the means to change direction. -The peripeteia is sudden, unexpected. Right away, in the dictionary, even with words whose initial three letters spell CAR, we find the series \e{careen}, \e{career}, \e{carefree}, \e{careful} and \e{careless} follow each other nearly one after the other. This purely lexigraphic coincidence, this succession of antonyms, can engender the following sentence: to careen from the career shows that one was carefree, not careful, in fact, careless. Their swift contiguity merely duplicates the suddenness of inattention and its tragic reversals, the brief moment when one isn't watching and \e{careful} swerves into \e{careless}, letting the \e{career careen}. There's also \booktitle{Webster's} definition of \e{carry on}: "1) to behave in a foolish, excited, or improper manner; 2) to continue one's course or activity in spite of hindrance or discouragement." Two antithetical meanings exist in the same word, for the Car's uninterrupted course, its \e{carrying on} (continuance) will not, pardon the expression, be carried off (realized) because one \e{carried on} (acted foolishly). Further, the \booktitle{Oxford English Dictionary} right after the noun "car" ("a wheeled vehicle or conveyance") lists an adjective, "car," meaning: "a. left, sinister; commonly in car-hand, car-handed. b. awkward; perverse; wrong; sinister." It mentions a proverb, "You'll go a car gate yet." If the \e{car} is to stay on course it musn't go in a \e{car} direction. Here the metaphor "left or right" coerces as intensely as "to kill or not to kill," for if the car direction is kept, you might get killed. Driving in a car- or left-handed lane can be as dangerous as driving in a right-handed lane depending on what country you're driving in. The right course for the car is met up with the wrong or car course. The "fiery carre" of the sun will always travel east to west and never in a car direction. +The peripeteia is sudden, unexpected. Right away, in the dictionary, even with words whose initial three letters spell CAR, we find the series \e{careen}, \e{career}, \e{carefree}, \e{careful} and \e{careless} follow each other nearly one after the other. This purely lexigraphic coincidence, this succession of antonyms, can engender the following sentence: to careen from the career shows that one was carefree, not careful, in fact, careless. Their swift contiguity merely duplicates the suddenness of inattention and its tragic reversals, the brief moment when one isn't watching and \e{careful} swerves into \e{careless}, letting the \e{career careen}. There's also \booktitle{Webster's} definition of \e{carry on}: \dq{1) to behave in a foolish, excited, or improper manner; 2) to continue one's course or activity in spite of hindrance or discouragement.} Two antithetical meanings exist in the same word, for the Car's uninterrupted course, its \e{carrying on} (continuance) will not, pardon the expression, be carried off (realized) because one \e{carried on} (acted foolishly). Further, the \booktitle{Oxford English Dictionary} right after the noun \dq{car} (\dq{a wheeled vehicle or conveyance}) lists an adjective, \dq{car,} meaning: \dq{a. left, sinister; commonly in car-hand, car-handed. b. awkward; perverse; wrong; sinister.} It mentions a proverb, \dq{You'll go a car gate yet.} If the \e{car} is to stay on course it musn't go in a \e{car} direction. Here the metaphor \dq{left or right} coerces as intensely as \dq{to kill or not to kill,} for if the car direction is kept, you might get killed. Driving in a car- or left-handed lane can be as dangerous as driving in a right-handed lane depending on what country you're driving in. The right course for the car is met up with the wrong or car course. The \dq{fiery carre} of the sun will always travel east to west and never in a car direction. -The \e{ca} in \e{car} is an echo of \e{go}. (And an echo of \e{go} is in e\e{cho.}) The \e{ca}(r) must \e{go}. Another ambiguity: the car \e{must go}, 1) either it goes forward, in its fated direction, 2) or it gets discarded, thrown away. Of course it can "go backward" in order to "go away." Forward or backward, on course or reversed, car or right, all are contingent upon "going" in whatever direction. Verbs that convey movement enact the same transitivity of their referents. A movement of the eyes, reading, requires a registration of the word "movement." When "movement" disappears, we move on. We don't read in a car direction but just to the \e{right}. Here the homonym with \e{write} is a mysterious \e{rite} in our culture's habits of \e{right}-oriented eye movement while reading and in its bearing to the \e{right} lane while driving. But then as intense as the metaphor is, we veer left while reading only to stay on course to the right. In a car we may sit to the left, but we hug the right. We may choose the Left (whose version of history is a peripeteia of capitalism by means of revolution) or the Right who oftentimes only distinguish themselves when they \e{right} social order as they \e{write} out or supress the Left. Maybe the reason why a communist revolution in America will fail is because everyone has to drive on the right. Bearing right is a cryptic anthem to conservative politics, while understanding the \e{double entendre} demands reading to the left a little. +The \e{ca} in \e{car} is an echo of \e{go}. (And an echo of \e{go} is in e\e{cho.}) The \e{ca}(r) must \e{go}. Another ambiguity: the car \e{must go}, 1) either it goes forward, in its fated direction, 2) or it gets discarded, thrown away. Of course it can \dq{go backward} in order to \dq{go away.} Forward or backward, on course or reversed, car or right, all are contingent upon \dq{going} in whatever direction. Verbs that convey movement enact the same transitivity of their referents. A movement of the eyes, reading, requires a registration of the word \dq{movement.} When \dq{movement} disappears, we move on. We don't read in a car direction but just to the \e{right}. Here the homonym with \e{write} is a mysterious \e{rite} in our culture's habits of \e{right}-oriented eye movement while reading and in its bearing to the \e{right} lane while driving. But then as intense as the metaphor is, we veer left while reading only to stay on course to the right. In a car we may sit to the left, but we hug the right. We may choose the Left (whose version of history is a peripeteia of capitalism by means of revolution) or the Right who oftentimes only distinguish themselves when they \e{right} social order as they \e{write} out or supress the Left. Maybe the reason why a communist revolution in America will fail is because everyone has to drive on the right. Bearing right is a cryptic anthem to conservative politics, while understanding the \e{double entendre} demands reading to the left a little. Write\slash right\slash rite\slash tire enter into another meaning, style, where the plural of \e{tires} most closely evokes that of \e{style} once certain transformations are accomplished: tires\slash stire\slash stile\slash style. Through anagrammatization and switching the \e{r} into an \e{l}, \e{tires} becomes \e{style}, a relation not far from each other since the tire is a stylus of sorts, a pen that leaves its marks on roads, like styluses that incise record grooves, like draughtsmen who design clothes. The style of one's tiring or attire, the clothes designed by a famous name, incises the CAR throughout its discourse, the proper names, brand names, slogans and advertisements surrounding such articles. -The names of designers, like the brand names of cars, closely evoke the CAR. We may simultancously think of the person who designed the piece or the product itself that has such a name attached to it. Among the many names that repeat the CAR within the designers' names are: \e{Cal}vin \e{Kle}in, Os\e{car} de la Renta, Pierre \e{Car}din, Nino \e{Cer}ruti, \e{Chri}stian Dior, \e{Cla}ude Montana, \e{Cour}ri\`eges, Diane von Furstenb\e{erg}, Un\e{gar}o, \e{Kar}l \e{Lager}feld, Tri\e{gere}, Kay Un\e{ger}, Thierry Mu\e{gle}r, \e{Glo}ria Sachs, Anne \e{Kle}in, Sonia \e{Rykiel}, \e{Kri}zia, \e{Reik}o, Nina \e{Ric}ci, Guy La\e{roc}he, and Gianni Ve\e{rsac}e. \e{Cal}vin \e{Kle}in, \e{Karl} \e{Lager}feld, T\e{riger}e, Sonia \e{Rykiel} all have multiple repetitions of CAR within their names. Gianni Ve\e{rsac}e possesses an anagram of \e{cars} within his while \e{T}h\e{ier}ry Mugler has \e{tire}. +The names of designers, like the brand names of cars, closely evoke the CAR. We may simultancously think of the person who designed the piece or the product itself that has such a name attached to it. Among the many names that repeat the CAR within the designers' names are: \e{Cal}vin \e{Kle}in, Os\e{car} de la Renta, Pierre \e{Car}din, Nino \e{Cer}ruti, \e{Chri}stian Dior, \e{Cla}ude Montana, \e{Cour}rièges, Diane von Furstenb\e{erg}, Un\e{gar}o, \e{Kar}l \e{Lager}feld, Tri\e{gere}, Kay Un\e{ger}, Thierry Mu\e{gle}r, \e{Glo}ria Sachs, Anne \e{Kle}in, Sonia \e{Rykiel}, \e{Kri}zia, \e{Reik}o, Nina \e{Ric}ci, Guy La\e{roc}he, and Gianni Ve\e{rsac}e. \e{Cal}vin \e{Kle}in, \e{Karl} \e{Lager}feld, T\e{riger}e, Sonia \e{Rykiel} all have multiple repetitions of CAR within their names. Gianni Ve\e{rsac}e possesses an anagram of \e{cars} within his while \e{T}h\e{ier}ry Mugler has \e{tire}. -Fashion products also evoke the CAR. Dresses include: St. \e{Gil}lian, \e{Cri}cketeer, \e{Chlo}e. Other \e{clo}thing articles (hosiery, shoes, purses) comprise: \e{Car}ess (purses), \e{Gar}olini \& \e{Gal}o (shoes), Ly\e{cra}, F\e{lex}atard, \e{Ger}be and Le \e{Gour}get (hosiery), \e{Cal}deron (belts), B\e{lac}k\e{gla}ma (furs). Jewelry and watches go as such: Van \e{Cle}ff \& Arpels, \e{Car}tier (car and tire), \e{Cel}lini \e{Col}lection by Ro\e{lex} (the word \e{col}lection is often found in fashion periodicals), \e{Kre}mentz, Ma\e{joric}a, Con\e{cor}d \e{Quar}tz. Perfumes, so often a mystification of oil, are the most highly refined product. One perfume, Nocturnes, is made by \e{Car}on. Even the stores where these products are sold have the CAR haunt their names: Neiman-M\e{arc}us, B\e{erg}dorf-Goodman, Mc\e{Cur}dy's, \e{Col}lin's, Mi\e{chel}le's Boutique. Another area of bodily adornment, of tiring, is skin\e{car}e: \e{Cli}nique, \e{Cla}rins, Pres\e{cri}ptives, \e{Geor}gette \e{Kli}n\e{ger}. Throughout the language of the advertisements for these collections and products one finds a plenitude of CAR-haunted words: mas\e{car}a, \e{cli}ni\e{cal}, \e{cel}lular, fa\e{cial}, spe\e{cial}ist, \e{cla}ssic, \e{cla}y, \e{cle}anse\slash \e{cle}anser\slash \e{cle}ansing, \e{col}lagen, \e{colog}ne, \e{col}or, \e{cre}me, \e{cry}stal, all\e{erg}y, \e{gel}, \e{gla}mor, \e{glo}w, \e{gol}d, \e{gra}ins, pro\e{gra}m, f\e{ragra}nce, \e{gre}at, s\e{ilkier}, m\e{ilk}, \e{leg}, \e{liqu}id, \e{look}, comp\e{lex}ion, \e{lux}ury, \e{reg}imen, \e{rec}overy, en\e{ric}h, ind\e{ulg}e. Sometimes their congruity produces the following conjunctions: M\e{ilk} \e{Cle}ansing \e{Gra}ins, Spe\e{cial}ist \e{Cell}ular \e{Rec}overy (whose \e{rec} sounds like \e{wreck}, the opposite of \e{rec}overy), \e{Max}imum \e{Car}e Eye \e{Cre}me (\e{max}-beginning words always evoke \e{wax}), All\e{erg}y Tested\slash F\e{ragra}nce Free (for \e{Cli}nique), Supp\e{leg}en Firming Moisture \e{Cre}me, Skin \e{Car}e\slash Skin Repair. Indeed everytime the word "care" is used, its closeness to car only enforces the quasi-natural relation between bodily maintenance, the care or attention we give to our health, and automotive maintenance, the care or attention we give to our cars. Cosmetics like "S\e{car}let" or "Jolen \e{Cre}me B\e{leac}h" metaphorically glide into car-waxes, polishes, buffs, and the like. Revlon's "Back at the Ranch Collection" describes itself as a "\e{ric}h \& restless \e{collec}tion of \e{col}ors" where the CAR redundancy confirms its status as a \e{cry}ptic \e{gar}land of our \e{cul}ture's most magi\e{cal} permutation, Merle Norman is an organization that calls itself "the place for the custom face" where women undergo its "no-nonsense make-over" in order to become more beautiful and confident with their appearance and wardrobe. Such a drastic change resembles Detroit's yearly restyling of its cars, as is also proved by a Revlon slogan (R\e{evlo}n embeds love): "New Year, New You, New Colors for Fall." Paco Rabanne, true to fashion's blending of the flesh-proximate (perfumes) with the not-so-flesh proximate (cars), markets a product called "M\=et\=al." The pretentious diacritical marks mystify the consumer into thinking that it's not metal that their bodies are aspiring to (which they, in fact, are). The edge of the body begins with clothes and then moves on to the car. Cosmetics are the closest to the body, perfumes almost of the body's very essence. This veil or flimsy appurtenance at flesh's very edge simply gradiates towards its architectural enclosure: the car, the apartment, the office. The language of furs, the most luxurious and protective of the body, repeats the CAR: "Fur, \e{Racier}, \e{Rug}ged, More Elemental" and "\e{Cry}stal Fox \& \e{Cro}ss Fox." +Fashion products also evoke the CAR. Dresses include: St. \e{Gil}lian, \e{Cri}cketeer, \e{Chlo}e. Other \e{clo}thing articles (hosiery, shoes, purses) comprise: \e{Car}ess (purses), \e{Gar}olini \& \e{Gal}o (shoes), Ly\e{cra}, F\e{lex}atard, \e{Ger}be and Le \e{Gour}get (hosiery), \e{Cal}deron (belts), B\e{lac}k\e{gla}ma (furs). Jewelry and watches go as such: Van \e{Cle}ff \& Arpels, \e{Car}tier (car and tire), \e{Cel}lini \e{Col}lection by Ro\e{lex} (the word \e{col}lection is often found in fashion periodicals), \e{Kre}mentz, Ma\e{joric}a, Con\e{cor}d \e{Quar}tz. Perfumes, so often a mystification of oil, are the most highly refined product. One perfume, Nocturnes, is made by \e{Car}on. Even the stores where these products are sold have the CAR haunt their names: Neiman-M\e{arc}us, B\e{erg}dorf-Goodman, Mc\e{Cur}dy's, \e{Col}lin's, Mi\e{chel}le's Boutique. Another area of bodily adornment, of tiring, is skin\e{car}e: \e{Cli}nique, \e{Cla}rins, Pres\e{cri}ptives, \e{Geor}gette \e{Kli}n\e{ger}. Throughout the language of the advertisements for these collections and products one finds a plenitude of CAR-haunted words: mas\e{car}a, \e{cli}ni\e{cal}, \e{cel}lular, fa\e{cial}, spe\e{cial}ist, \e{cla}ssic, \e{cla}y, \e{cle}anse\slash \e{cle}anser\slash \e{cle}ansing, \e{col}lagen, \e{colog}ne, \e{col}or, \e{cre}me, \e{cry}stal, all\e{erg}y, \e{gel}, \e{gla}mor, \e{glo}w, \e{gol}d, \e{gra}ins, pro\e{gra}m, f\e{ragra}nce, \e{gre}at, s\e{ilkier}, m\e{ilk}, \e{leg}, \e{liqu}id, \e{look}, comp\e{lex}ion, \e{lux}ury, \e{reg}imen, \e{rec}overy, en\e{ric}h, ind\e{ulg}e. Sometimes their congruity produces the following conjunctions: M\e{ilk} \e{Cle}ansing \e{Gra}ins, Spe\e{cial}ist \e{Cell}ular \e{Rec}overy (whose \e{rec} sounds like \e{wreck}, the opposite of \e{rec}overy), \e{Max}imum \e{Car}e Eye \e{Cre}me (\e{max}-beginning words always evoke \e{wax}), All\e{erg}y Tested\slash F\e{ragra}nce Free (for \e{Cli}nique), Supp\e{leg}en Firming Moisture \e{Cre}me, Skin \e{Car}e\slash Skin Repair. Indeed everytime the word \dq{care} is used, its closeness to car only enforces the quasi-natural relation between bodily maintenance, the care or attention we give to our health, and automotive maintenance, the care or attention we give to our cars. Cosmetics like \dq{S\e{car}let} or \dq{Jolen \e{Cre}me B\e{leac}h} metaphorically glide into car-waxes, polishes, buffs, and the like. Revlon's \dq{Back at the Ranch Collection} describes itself as a \dq{\e{ric}h \& restless \e{collec}tion of \e{col}ors} where the CAR redundancy confirms its status as a \e{cry}ptic \e{gar}land of our \e{cul}ture's most magi\e{cal} permutation, Merle Norman is an organization that calls itself \dq{the place for the custom face} where women undergo its \dq{no-nonsense make-over} in order to become more beautiful and confident with their appearance and wardrobe. Such a drastic change resembles Detroit's yearly restyling of its cars, as is also proved by a Revlon slogan (R\e{evlo}n embeds love): \dq{New Year, New You, New Colors for Fall.} Paco Rabanne, true to fashion's blending of the flesh-proximate (perfumes) with the not-so-flesh proximate (cars), markets a product called \dq{Mētāl.} The pretentious diacritical marks mystify the consumer into thinking that it's not metal that their bodies are aspiring to (which they, in fact, are). The edge of the body begins with clothes and then moves on to the car. Cosmetics are the closest to the body, perfumes almost of the body's very essence. This veil or flimsy appurtenance at flesh's very edge simply gradiates towards its architectural enclosure: the car, the apartment, the office. The language of furs, the most luxurious and protective of the body, repeats the CAR: \dq{Fur, \e{Racier}, \e{Rug}ged, More Elemental} and \dq{\e{Cry}stal Fox \& \e{Cro}ss Fox.} -From flesh to clothes to cars, so goes the metonym. Bill Blass has designed women's clothes just as he has designed an automobile, the Lincoln-Mercury Division's Mark VI, the "Bill Blass Edition." A multi-paged advertisement which appeared in the October 1982 \journaltitle{Vogue} (whose \e{V} mimics the styler's pen or scissors) promoted both Ford cars and Bill Blass fashions. Three cars, the 1983 Mark VI, 1983 Continental, 1983 Lincoln, were photographed next to three models (a word that also means car) posing in different Blass outfits. Right away the language is ambiguous: "The Lincoln Commitment---It's built into every Lincoln \e{model} for 1983." Substitute Blass for "Lincoln" and you'll have identical praise. The CAR seeps into such phrases as "only \e{cars} of the highest \e{cal}ibre\le", "chec\e{ker}boards of bold, \e{rac}y, potent \e{col}or," "a \e{car} of sin\e{gul}ar \e{qual}ity and \e{style}," "a \e{cel}ebration of Ame\e{ric}an \e{cre}ativity and \e{style}." Bill Blass has eyes that are "far-\e{reac}hing," the same kind of eyes needed when driving? He designed the M\e{ark} VI (wouldn't every car's tire make a mark?) that featured "custom appointments that show off the inimitable touch of Blass." The ad further claims it's "a marvelous expres checker sion of the Lincoln commitment to originality. And fashion. And image. Your image. Imagine the pleasure of owning a car as elegant as you are." The car's image is identic to "your image" for it's just "as e\e{leg}ant as you are. From car to "you," the one wealthy enough to buy his \$1790--\$2600 dresses, will undergo the transformation into the car-model or carideal our culture consistently proposes. Its last page featured cars under wraps, implicity asserting that the human wrapped in Bill Blass clothes equals the cars wrapped by sheets, whose "lines are deftly drawn." Designing clothes and designing cars are equivalent pastimes since the entities that will be contained in them will be human beings. Blass rhymes with class, and these cars exult in their tastefulness, "with the far-reaching prestige that emanates from owning a luxurious, spaciously comfortable car." Acquiring taste and "far-rcaching" prestige are accomplished by driving in Bill Blass designs, be they \e{cars} or \e{clo}thes. +From flesh to clothes to cars, so goes the metonym. Bill Blass has designed women's clothes just as he has designed an automobile, the Lincoln-Mercury Division's Mark VI, the \dq{Bill Blass Edition.} A multi-paged advertisement which appeared in the October 1982 \journaltitle{Vogue} (whose \e{V} mimics the styler's pen or scissors) promoted both Ford cars and Bill Blass fashions. Three cars, the 1983 Mark VI, 1983 Continental, 1983 Lincoln, were photographed next to three models (a word that also means car) posing in different Blass outfits. Right away the language is ambiguous: \dq{The Lincoln Commitment---It's built into every Lincoln \e{model} for 1983.} Substitute Blass for \dq{Lincoln} and you'll have identical praise. The CAR seeps into such phrases as \dq{only \e{cars} of the highest \e{cal}ibre\le}, \dq{chec\e{ker}boards of bold, \e{rac}y, potent \e{col}or,} \dq{a \e{car} of sin\e{gul}ar \e{qual}ity and \e{style},} \dq{a \e{cel}ebration of Ame\e{ric}an \e{cre}ativity and \e{style}.} Bill Blass has eyes that are \dq{far-\e{reac}hing,} the same kind of eyes needed when driving? He designed the M\e{ark} VI (wouldn't every car's tire make a mark?) that featured \dq{custom appointments that show off the inimitable touch of Blass.} The ad further claims it's \dq{a marvelous expression of the Lincoln commitment to originality. And fashion. And image. Your image. Imagine the pleasure of owning a car as elegant as you are.} The car's image is identic to \dq{your image} for it's just \dq{as e\e{leg}ant as you are.} From car to \dq{you,} the one wealthy enough to buy his \$1790--\$2600 dresses, will undergo the transformation into the car-model or carideal our culture consistently proposes. Its last page featured cars under wraps, implicity asserting that the human wrapped in Bill Blass clothes equals the cars wrapped by sheets, whose \dq{lines are deftly drawn.} Designing clothes and designing cars are equivalent pastimes since the entities that will be contained in them will be human beings. Blass rhymes with class, and these cars exult in their tastefulness, \dq{with the far-reaching prestige that emanates from owning a luxurious, spaciously comfortable car.} Acquiring taste and \dq{far-reaching} prestige are accomplished by driving in Bill Blass designs, be they \e{cars} or \e{clo}thes. -Some other examples. An advertisement for Benhill clothes says: "Benhill Overhaul will have you running on all cylinders. \$109." The poster shows a man standing beside a car wherein a girl is sitting at the driver's seat. He is presumably decked out in the "Benhill Overhaul." The ad goes on to say, "high-octane selection of suits, slacks, jackets\ld" and "You'll love the mileage your clothing dollar gets at Benhill." The fashion store Plymouth! shows that the clothes one puts on and the Plymouth that one drives in are identical even though a mere exclamation mark suggests some difference. A model who walks down a runway in a Plymouth! dress corresponds to a Plymouth that drives down a highway. Why do John Weitz fashion ads appear on the back of buses? Many of them feature a cartoon of a sports car, an oblique reference to his line of sports jackets or his sports car racing pastime? +Some other examples. An advertisement for Benhill clothes says: \dq{Benhill Overhaul will have you running on all cylinders. \$109.} The poster shows a man standing beside a car wherein a girl is sitting at the driver's seat. He is presumably decked out in the \dq{Benhill Overhaul.} The ad goes on to say, \dq{high-octane selection of suits, slacks, jackets\ld} and \dq{You'll love the mileage your clothing dollar gets at Benhill.} The fashion store Plymouth! shows that the clothes one puts on and the Plymouth that one drives in are identical even though a mere exclamation mark suggests some difference. A model who walks down a runway in a Plymouth! dress corresponds to a Plymouth that drives down a highway. Why do John Weitz fashion ads appear on the back of buses? Many of them feature a cartoon of a sports car, an oblique reference to his line of sports jackets or his sports car racing pastime? -The diamond stylus that travels down a record groove is an allegory of a car traveling down a highway. The stylus (car) repeats its incision on a groove (road). Thus the sound \e{cre}ated by the stylus associates with the sound cre ated by the car. Whether our radios are on or not, the sound happens all the time. Nearly everyone lives near a road from which issues the sound of tires grating down the pavement. Nearly everyone possesses a radio from which issues the sound of a stylus grating down those grooves. Notice in \e{radio} a repetition of \e{road}, \e{radio}, an anagram for \e{I road}. I rode down the road of the radio. Listening, too, simply metaphorizes into driving. (The \e{phora} in \e{metaphora} means "change with respect to location.") Dancing late into the night resurfaces into driving late into the night, the marathons of cross-country travel are met by the marathons of dancing until dawn on oil-evocative drugs. We're also probably wearing our jeans\slash sneakers, those clothes that repeat the car\slash tire idea since once out of our car, these clothes continue the metonym from flesh to clothes to metal, from body to jeans to car. The music-saturated air can happen inside the discotheque as well as inside the car. One stipulates dancing, the other driving. Dancing and driving don't mix, but the music essentially eulogizes the interior rumblings of the car. There's even a music to those studded winter tires that \e{cre}pitate once they strike the surfaces of roads. That de\e{lic}ate, watery sound, \e{lik}e the aftermath of waves dripping from myriads of pebbles on \e{roc}ky beaches, has often met my ear even through the dense cover of forests. The pervasive car and tire static accompanies nearly every other sound, filtering ubiquitously into every other aural event, \e{cra}shing surf, \e{cre}aking trees, \e{gro}aning wind. Every car possesses a muffler to attenuate the loud bangings inside, and every car interior is protected from that engine's loudness by solid metal surfaces, another muffler of sorts for the occupant on the inside. Radios, on full blast, displace the less harmonious sounds occuring inside. So much burning of oil in the engine encounters so much tribute to se\e{xual} passion and romantic love, subjective states that popular music calls "hot," "on fire," "burning up," virtual states for the combustion of the car's fuel. Such lyrics on these vinyl records confirm that this sound is the voice of oil, its prosopopoeia. Nothing is in the stylus' way as nothing is in the way of the car's path. A skipping record evokes thresholds one never wants to encounter in a car, proving once again that "dancing is dangerous." +The diamond stylus that travels down a record groove is an allegory of a car traveling down a highway. The stylus (car) repeats its incision on a groove (road). Thus the sound \e{cre}ated by the stylus associates with the sound cre ated by the car. Whether our radios are on or not, the sound happens all the time. Nearly everyone lives near a road from which issues the sound of tires grating down the pavement. Nearly everyone possesses a radio from which issues the sound of a stylus grating down those grooves. Notice in \e{radio} a repetition of \e{road}, \e{radio}, an anagram for \e{I road}. I rode down the road of the radio. Listening, too, simply metaphorizes into driving. (The \e{phora} in \e{metaphora} means \dq{change with respect to location.}) Dancing late into the night resurfaces into driving late into the night, the marathons of cross-country travel are met by the marathons of dancing until dawn on oil-evocative drugs. We're also probably wearing our jeans\slash sneakers, those clothes that repeat the car\slash tire idea since once out of our car, these clothes continue the metonym from flesh to clothes to metal, from body to jeans to car. The music-saturated air can happen inside the discotheque as well as inside the car. One stipulates dancing, the other driving. Dancing and driving don't mix, but the music essentially eulogizes the interior rumblings of the car. There's even a music to those studded winter tires that \e{cre}pitate once they strike the surfaces of roads. That de\e{lic}ate, watery sound, \e{lik}e the aftermath of waves dripping from myriads of pebbles on \e{roc}ky beaches, has often met my ear even through the dense cover of forests. The pervasive car and tire static accompanies nearly every other sound, filtering ubiquitously into every other aural event, \e{cra}shing surf, \e{cre}aking trees, \e{gro}aning wind. Every car possesses a muffler to attenuate the loud bangings inside, and every car interior is protected from that engine's loudness by solid metal surfaces, another muffler of sorts for the occupant on the inside. Radios, on full blast, displace the less harmonious sounds occuring inside. So much burning of oil in the engine encounters so much tribute to se\e{xual} passion and romantic love, subjective states that popular music calls \dq{hot,} \dq{on fire,} \dq{burning up,} virtual states for the combustion of the car's fuel. Such lyrics on these vinyl records confirm that this sound is the voice of oil, its prosopopoeia. Nothing is in the stylus' way as nothing is in the way of the car's path. A skipping record evokes thresholds one never wants to encounter in a car, proving once again that \dq{dancing is dangerous.} -Various New York discos I've visited, such as Studio 54, the Saint, the Roxy, mimic this car\slash road stylus\slash groove idea. The DJ booth at Studio 54 (where they play 45s) resembles a pickup ncedle as it hovers above a partially curved dance floor. The Saint's entire dance floor is round and its dan\e{cer}s are again the stylus that "dances" down the grooves. The Roxy is a roller-disco, but for those occasions when dancers don't have to wear rollerskates, their ordinary \e{heels} almost have w\e{heels} as they did on all the other evenings. The series could proceed as such: cars drive on roads as styluses course down record grooves as dancers dance on dance floors. A stylus is related to a stiletto and the pointed tips of cowboy boots (so often capped with silver, a precious substance like the diamond) evoke the stylus that writes out sound into the air. One track of a dancer's stiletto incises just as deeply as all the wheels of chariots that had worn down the stones of the \e{Via Appia Antica}. "Another disco allegory" bemoans the listener when he hears such lyrics as "Circles, circles," "It's my turn now," "Your love keeps me going round and round." What do songs of \e{love} mean over disco sound systems when the \e{v} in lo\e{v}e mimics the diamond stylus as the rest of love's letters, \e{loe}, recombines into \e{oel}, a near-spelling of \e{oil}? Or what about \e{groove} whose \e{r} can substitute with an \e{l} and produce g\e{loove}, a reverberation of \e{love}? We never tire of hearing the word love in our ears since \e{love} always monumentalizes the stylus that writes down oil\slash vinyl records, those g\e{roove}s of \e{love}. +Various New York discos I've visited, such as Studio 54, the Saint, the Roxy, mimic this car\slash road stylus\slash groove idea. The DJ booth at Studio 54 (where they play 45s) resembles a pickup ncedle as it hovers above a partially curved dance floor. The Saint's entire dance floor is round and its dan\e{cer}s are again the stylus that \dq{dances} down the grooves. The Roxy is a roller-disco, but for those occasions when dancers don't have to wear rollerskates, their ordinary \e{heels} almost have w\e{heels} as they did on all the other evenings. The series could proceed as such: cars drive on roads as styluses course down record grooves as dancers dance on dance floors. A stylus is related to a stiletto and the pointed tips of cowboy boots (so often capped with silver, a precious substance like the diamond) evoke the stylus that writes out sound into the air. One track of a dancer's stiletto incises just as deeply as all the wheels of chariots that had worn down the stones of the \e{Via Appia Antica}. \dq{Another disco allegory} bemoans the listener when he hears such lyrics as \dq{Circles, circles,} \dq{It's my turn now,} \dq{Your love keeps me going round and round.} What do songs of \e{love} mean over disco sound systems when the \e{v} in lo\e{v}e mimics the diamond stylus as the rest of love's letters, \e{loe}, recombines into \e{oel}, a near-spelling of \e{oil}? Or what about \e{groove} whose \e{r} can substitute with an \e{l} and produce g\e{loove}, a reverberation of \e{love}? We never tire of hearing the word love in our ears since \e{love} always monumentalizes the stylus that writes down oil\slash vinyl records, those g\e{roove}s of \e{love}. -Much of these symptoms occur in the "fast lanes" of gay society. The "tight jeans" crowd, those addicted to impeccable surfaces, oil-derived music, stimulants, mus\e{cle}s, amyl nitrate (a snorted drug that smells like oil), smoking tarrife faggots (cigarettes), appear to have assimilated the car-ideal quite thoroughly. \e{Gay}, so close to \e{car}, is even closer when the CAR reverses its R; CA\turn{R} the upside down R then embeds a Y: \turn{R}\slash Y. Taking the reversals of C into G and the R into Y into effect, the CAR then becomes the GAY. Gay life always narrates its successes and failures to live up to its car-ideal or ego-ideal, the car being the standard from which its imaginary (n\e{arc}issistic) captations take p\e{lac}e. +Much of these symptoms occur in the \dq{fast lanes} of gay society. The \dq{tight jeans} crowd, those addicted to impeccable surfaces, oil-derived music, stimulants, mus\e{cle}s, amyl nitrate (a snorted drug that smells like oil), smoking tarrife faggots (cigarettes), appear to have assimilated the car-ideal quite thoroughly. \e{Gay}, so close to \e{car}, is even closer when the CAR reverses its R; CA\turn{R} the upside down R then embeds a Y: \turn{R}\slash Y. Taking the reversals of C into G and the R into Y into effect, the CAR then becomes the GAY. Gay life always narrates its successes and failures to live up to its car-ideal or ego-ideal, the car being the standard from which its imaginary (n\e{arc}issistic) captations take p\e{lac}e. -Undoubtedly there are mysteries such as \e{gal} or \e{girl}, two words that are perfect echoes of the CAR. Even the figure of incision, the \e{v} in lo\e{v}e or Le\e{v}i's or groo\e{v}e, resembles the genitalia of the female, another tire that incises the extensive trails of allegory. What then is a girl's best friend? Stylish attire? Crystalline drugs? Valentino? Cremes? Gels? Mascara? Diamonds? Diamond styluses? Might they all provide as faithful a service as do chauffeurs who never tire in their driving chores? Attired in such luxurious riches, the girl might feel like Sch\"onfeld's "Triumph of Venus" where the painting depicted the goddess of love in a car pulled by all the other gods. Vulcan's labor assures the gentler sex that she'll be well-protected behind the armor of the car, now that she's also swathed in furs, diamonds, perfumes, a virtual inventory of car-related tropes. Diamonds are a girl's best friend just as cars can claim a similar status, both nearly indestructible substances that incise paths. "To incise paths" equivocates with id.as of coitus, further confirmation of the allegorical line's density and unconsciousness. +Undoubtedly there are mysteries such as \e{gal} or \e{girl}, two words that are perfect echoes of the CAR. Even the figure of incision, the \e{v} in lo\e{v}e or Le\e{v}i's or groo\e{v}e, resembles the genitalia of the female, another tire that incises the extensive trails of allegory. What then is a girl's best friend? Stylish attire? Crystalline drugs? Valentino? Cremes? Gels? Mascara? Diamonds? Diamond styluses? Might they all provide as faithful a service as do chauffeurs who never tire in their driving chores? Attired in such luxurious riches, the girl might feel like Schönfeld's \dq{Triumph of Venus} where the painting depicted the goddess of love in a car pulled by all the other gods. Vulcan's labor assures the gentler sex that she'll be well-protected behind the armor of the car, now that she's also swathed in furs, diamonds, perfumes, a virtual inventory of car-related tropes. Diamonds are a girl's best friend just as cars can claim a similar status, both nearly indestructible substances that incise paths. \dq{To incise paths} equivocates with id.as of coitus, further confirmation of the allegorical line's density and unconsciousness. -One of the car's greatest blessings is its relative immunity to the outside. Once outside, out-of-the-house, the car offers us the possibility of entering into another interior, another inside. While driving one can close the windows so as to shield oneself from the inclemencies of weather, noise and other distractions. But is one still "outside" even though one is "inside" the car? +One of the car's greatest blessings is its relative immunity to the outside. Once outside, out-of-the-house, the car offers us the possibility of entering into another interior, another inside. While driving one can close the windows so as to shield oneself from the inclemencies of weather, noise and other distractions. But is one still \dq{outside} even though one is \dq{inside} the car? Already a great deal of this discussion has asserted the car's \e{cry}ptic character when the car essentially reproduces the attributes of the crypt or vaulted en\e{clo}sure. @@ -750,21 +755,21 @@ A crypt always comp\e{lic}ates the opposition between inside and outside. The va So what does this have to do with the car? -If Americans want to attain the attributes of the car, they must interiorize its characteristics in differing degrees of intensity. The movie star who changes his\slash her name with the CAR shows us a moment of such encrypting, a moment when the outside, the car, enters the inside, the person's proper name, the seal and stamp of subjectivity. When this happens we can safely say that the movie star has incorporated the CAR, both at the level of the letter and in the steps of introjection when the star proposes the car as its ideal. But the rescrawling of the proper name also becomes a rescrawling of the body, another example of the inorganic triumphing over the organic, the mechanical over the biological and thus fashions something as indeterminate as the crypt's status as "inside" or "outside." +If Americans want to attain the attributes of the car, they must interiorize its characteristics in differing degrees of intensity. The movie star who changes his\slash her name with the CAR shows us a moment of such encrypting, a moment when the outside, the car, enters the inside, the person's proper name, the seal and stamp of subjectivity. When this happens we can safely say that the movie star has incorporated the CAR, both at the level of the letter and in the steps of introjection when the star proposes the car as its ideal. But the rescrawling of the proper name also becomes a rescrawling of the body, another example of the inorganic triumphing over the organic, the mechanical over the biological and thus fashions something as indeterminate as the crypt's status as \dq{inside} or \dq{outside.} -The following might be an appropriate parable of our Industrial Age, the time when flesh becomes equatable with metal or the bounties of Nature must mingle with the technological achievements of Man. When our bodies decay through disease or age, medical science can augment or replace the delapidated organs, much like a car mechanic who can substitute an ailing engine with another better running one. This area of medicine is called "spare-part surgery" where man-made objects take over nature's fabrications. However there are those who will assert that man is a product of nature and thus such devices are "natural" in a sense. My argument only points out that human tools can change what invented it: man. That independence from "nature" demonstrates that man's products are not determined by the substratum of their creation. For now we'll simply assume an incompatibility between nature and man even though nature could account for everything that is "man." +The following might be an appropriate parable of our Industrial Age, the time when flesh becomes equatable with metal or the bounties of Nature must mingle with the technological achievements of Man. When our bodies decay through disease or age, medical science can augment or replace the delapidated organs, much like a car mechanic who can substitute an ailing engine with another better running one. This area of medicine is called \dq{spare-part surgery} where man-made objects take over nature's fabrications. However there are those who will assert that man is a product of nature and thus such devices are \dq{natural} in a sense. My argument only points out that human tools can change what invented it: man. That independence from \dq{nature} demonstrates that man's products are not determined by the substratum of their creation. For now we'll simply assume an incompatibility between nature and man even though nature could account for everything that is \dq{man.} -No one would be so naive to believe that the body \e{is} a machine, for Donald Longmore, the author of \booktitle{Spare-Part Surgery: The Surgical Practice of the Future}, says that the body is "of infintiely greater subtlety." Already medical technicians have invented "extracorporality machines" that take over the functions of the heart, lungs and kidneys, but not the liver and intestines for they're ""far beyond our skills." The heart-lung machine, an aid for the surgeon performing open-heart surgery, perfects the identity between man and machine, but such surgery is not without its dangers: "Some years ago I compared the surgeon's task in attempting to repair a defective heart with the job of repairing a defective engine in a singleengined aircraft halfway over the Atlantic on a stormy night." Along the lines of this aircraft analogy Longmore also states that the "ricky parts of operating a heart-lung machine are while going into and coming off bypass." For those whose limbs have failed them, prosthetic limbs are also short of perfection: "The chief barrier to progress is our inadequate materials technology: strength-to-weight ratios are far too low; power packs, whether of bottled gas or electrical cells, are short-lived and too heavy; gas- and electric-powered motors respond crudely compared with the line responses we can achieve with our muscles; mechanical joints are clumsy and unadaptable; and so on." The machine's ultimate giveaway is that "there is no prosthetic substitute for touch, temperature, pain, position, pressure, or slip." When accidents of birth or circumstance force people to be bound entirely to a wheelchair, "the `hand' will be part of the `chair' (which may, in fact, be a walking bed)\ld" Sometimes amputees divide the prosthetic limbs into a "cosmetic" hand for social occasions and a "split hook" for work or at home. The "split hook" oftentimes is more "efficient" than a regular hand. It is better equipped to operate a "linotype composing machine, drive a suitably engineered vehicle, run the signal box of a mainline terminus, use approachradar facilities, or fly a Gemini spacecraft---and in each case to move the controls much quicker than a man using using his hands." +No one would be so naive to believe that the body \e{is} a machine, for Donald Longmore, the author of \booktitle{Spare-Part Surgery: The Surgical Practice of the Future}, says that the body is \dq{of infinitely greater subtlety.} Already medical technicians have invented \dq{extracorporality machines} that take over the functions of the heart, lungs and kidneys, but not the liver and intestines for they're \dq{far beyond our skills.} The heart-lung machine, an aid for the surgeon performing open-heart surgery, perfects the identity between man and machine, but such surgery is not without its dangers: \dq{Some years ago I compared the surgeon's task in attempting to repair a defective heart with the job of repairing a defective engine in a single-engined aircraft halfway over the Atlantic on a stormy night.} Along the lines of this aircraft analogy Longmore also states that the \dq{tricky parts of operating a heart-lung machine are while going into and coming off bypass.} For those whose limbs have failed them, prosthetic limbs are also short of perfection: \dq{The chief barrier to progress is our inadequate materials technology: strength-to-weight ratios are far too low; power packs, whether of bottled gas or electrical cells, are short-lived and too heavy; gas- and electric-powered motors respond crudely compared with the line responses we can achieve with our muscles; mechanical joints are clumsy and unadaptable; and so on.} The machine's ultimate giveaway is that \dq{there is no prosthetic substitute for touch, temperature, pain, position, pressure, or slip.} When accidents of birth or circumstance force people to be bound entirely to a wheelchair, \dq{the `hand' will be part of the `chair' (which may, in fact, be a walking bed)\ld} Sometimes amputees divide the prosthetic limbs into a \dq{cosmetic} hand for social occasions and a \dq{split hook} for work or at home. The \dq{split hook} oftentimes is more \dq{efficient} than a regular hand. It is better equipped to operate a \dq{linotype composing machine, drive a suitably engineered vehicle, run the signal box of a mainline terminus, use approach-radar facilities, or fly a Gemini spacecraft---and in each case to move the controls much quicker than a man using using his hands.} -Various materials, such as artificial heart suture threads, glues and metal parts have found themselves inside the body of many a human being. As Longmore states, "Their use has taught us a good deal about the interaction between living tissue and manufactured materials." The threads that surgeons used were silk and gut, but both were proteins and "liable to attack by the body's defenses." Nowadays "high-tensile man-made fibers" constitute the surgical thread. Stapling machines or barbed rivets ("miniature arrows with double arrowheads at each end of the shaft") facilitate sealing blood vessels. Plastics, such as epoxy and polyurethane resins, have also done the job of scaling vessels. However the "most effective glue so far is the monomer made by Eastman Kodak." Metals are also within the field of spare-part medicine, provided they don't "corrode" or "fatigue." "They can be formed into complex shapes. They can be plated or polished to give a smooth surface finish. They conduct electricity. And they do not provoke the immune response." The metals that have been used are Vitallium ("an alloy of 65 percent cobalt, 30 percent chromium, 3 percent molybdenum, and traces of manganese, silicone, and carbon), 18\slash 12 stainless steel ("steel with 18 percent chromium and 12 percent nickel"), and "commercially pure (99 percent) titanium." +Various materials, such as artificial heart suture threads, glues and metal parts have found themselves inside the body of many a human being. As Longmore states, \dq{Their use has taught us a good deal about the interaction between living tissue and manufactured materials.} The threads that surgeons used were silk and gut, but both were proteins and \dq{liable to attack by the body's defenses.} Nowadays \dq{high-tensile man-made fibers} constitute the surgical thread. Stapling machines or barbed rivets (\dq{miniature arrows with double arrowheads at each end of the shaft}) facilitate sealing blood vessels. Plastics, such as epoxy and polyurethane resins, have also done the job of scaling vessels. However the \dq{most effective glue so far is the monomer made by Eastman Kodak.} Metals are also within the field of spare-part medicine, provided they don't \dq{corrode} or \dq{fatigue.} \dq{They can be formed into complex shapes. They can be plated or polished to give a smooth surface finish. They conduct electricity. And they do not provoke the immune response.} The metals that have been used are Vitallium (\dq{an alloy of 65 percent cobalt, 30 percent chromium, 3 percent molybdenum, and traces of manganese, silicone, and carbon}), 18\slash 12 stainless steel (\dq{steel with 18 percent chromium and 12 percent nickel}), and \dq{commercially pure (99 percent) titanium.} -The dream of a perfectly running artificial heart (after all "the heart is a pump") would fulfill the identity between an automotive engineer and a surgical pioneer. "The earliest experimental hearts were powered by electricity---a clean fuel, with no exhaust problems." Electricity is still the power for the "best foreseeable artificial heart," even though Longmore suggests a "minute nuclear reactor\ld\ implanted in some convenient body cavity." The material for the prosthetic valves have been fashioned out of "Dacron, Teflon, Mylar, Ivalon, sponge, Stafoam, and polyurethane without liberating clots into the bloodstream." +The dream of a perfectly running artificial heart (after all \dq{the heart is a pump}) would fulfill the identity between an automotive engineer and a surgical pioneer. \dq{The earliest experimental hearts were powered by electricity---a clean fuel, with no exhaust problems.} Electricity is still the power for the \dq{best foreseeable artificial heart,} even though Longmore suggests a \dq{minute nuclear reactor\ld\ implanted in some convenient body cavity.} The material for the prosthetic valves have been fashioned out of \dq{Dacron, Teflon, Mylar, Ivalon, sponge, Stafoam, and polyurethane without liberating clots into the bloodstream.} -Everything mentioned so far obeys the rubric of "heterografts" (grafts from sources outside the body) while "homografts™ (grafts from sources of the body, donations and the like) comprise: "corneas, cartilages, bone chips, arteries, veins, heart valves, and blood." The part-machine, part-human in the \tvtitle{Six Million Dollar Man} TV series possessed a heterografted eye while the spinoff that featured a woman presented a heterografted ear. +Everything mentioned so far obeys the rubric of \dq{heterografts} (grafts from sources outside the body) while \dq{homografts} (grafts from sources of the body, donations and the like) comprise: \dq{corneas, cartilages, bone chips, arteries, veins, heart valves, and blood.} The part-machine, part-human in the \tvtitle{Six Million Dollar Man} TV series possessed a heterografted eye while the spinoff that featured a woman presented a heterografted ear. -Somewhat removed from our vital functions is the area of reconstructive or plastic surgery. Indeed ''plastic" evokes the malleability or customizability of the human body as well as the substances that are injected to enhance proportions. Such substances "must be inert, noncarcinogenic, and have physical properties which simulate the tissue it is replacing." (J. Stallings, \booktitle{A New You: How Plastic Surgery Can Change Your Life}) Stallings, a professional cosmetic surgeon, no longer uses the usual "silicone rubber devices" for breast augmentation, but the "Klein inflatable implant\ld\ filled with physiologic saline or salt water." Here the \e{Kle}in implant will "simulate the tissue it is replacing," proving how far medical technology has complicated the distinction between flesh and nonflesh (apropos the saline solution, 70 percent of the body consists of salt water anyway), between our insides and outsides. +Somewhat removed from our vital functions is the area of reconstructive or plastic surgery. Indeed \dq{plastic} evokes the malleability or customizability of the human body as well as the substances that are injected to enhance proportions. Such substances \dq{must be inert, noncarcinogenic, and have physical properties which simulate the tissue it is replacing.} (J. Stallings, \booktitle{A New You: How Plastic Surgery Can Change Your Life}) Stallings, a professional cosmetic surgeon, no longer uses the usual \dq{silicone rubber devices} for breast augmentation, but the \dq{Klein inflatable implant\ld\ filled with physiologic saline or salt water.} Here the \e{Kle}in implant will \dq{simulate the tissue it is replacing,} proving how far medical technology has complicated the distinction between flesh and nonflesh (apropos the saline solution, 70 percent of the body consists of salt water anyway), between our insides and outsides. -The car-ideal and its cryptic infestations are no longer merely fantasies that modify our behavior or propel us to utter words with the C, A and R, they also inform one of the most important of human activities, medical science. There the car-metaphor, the gliding of the human-physiological into the automotive-mechanical, shows us how impoverished our supposed distance from the machine is. Not only does the car-ideal repeat itself endlessly (in our names, makeup, clothes, intoxicants) but when faced with adversity, it accounts for a variety of \e{rec}uperations (spare-part surgery and plastic surgery) that further sustain and enrich life. The car is responsible for much that needs to be altered in our lives, and at the same time it is responsible, \e{via} the same redundancies and saturations, for what every human being needs (as expressed in a car wash advertisement), "Tender Lovin' Care." We may tire of the car's tire that perpetually incises, while we never tire of human \e{cha}rity or brotherly \e{car}e, especially when we find ourselves conveyed by an ambulance's tires. Straightaway, the back seat driver's irony has to yield to hopes for a safe drive. +The car-ideal and its cryptic infestations are no longer merely fantasies that modify our behavior or propel us to utter words with the C, A and R, they also inform one of the most important of human activities, medical science. There the car-metaphor, the gliding of the human-physiological into the automotive-mechanical, shows us how impoverished our supposed distance from the machine is. Not only does the car-ideal repeat itself endlessly (in our names, makeup, clothes, intoxicants) but when faced with adversity, it accounts for a variety of \e{rec}uperations (spare-part surgery and plastic surgery) that further sustain and enrich life. The car is responsible for much that needs to be altered in our lives, and at the same time it is responsible, \e{via} the same redundancies and saturations, for what every human being needs (as expressed in a car wash advertisement), \dq{Tender Lovin' Care.} We may tire of the car's tire that perpetually incises, while we never tire of human \e{cha}rity or brotherly \e{car}e, especially when we find ourselves conveyed by an ambulance's tires. Straightaway, the back seat driver's irony has to yield to hopes for a safe drive. \chap PERMUTATIONS @@ -953,178 +958,161 @@ XUAL\nl \chap The Homonym Hymn -What happens here or hear? "To be here" sounds exactly like "to be hear." \e{Being here}, connoting existence, immediacy and presence, equally reflects \e{being hear}, a presence of sorts, despite the ungrammaticality. If trembling, lingering, standing are occurring, synonyms for being here, then there is also a hearing of that trembling, lingering and standing, for it's the \e{ear} that is \e{here}, the \e{ear} that \e{hears}. +What happens here or hear? \dq{To be here} sounds exactly like \dq{to be hear.} \e{Being here}, connoting existence, immediacy and presence, equally reflects \e{being hear}, a presence of sorts, despite the ungrammaticality. If trembling, lingering, standing are occurring, synonyms for being here, then there is also a hearing of that trembling, lingering and standing, for it's the \e{ear} that is \e{here}, the \e{ear} that \e{hears}. -Being here, right now, can only mean reading. Hear! Here! There's an \e{ear} in \e{rea}d. Here! Hear! \e{Reading} anagrammatizes into \e{ear ding}. Reading here, we hear in our ear, in an inner ear, this "ding, ding" of here or hear. Reading is both immediate (\e{here}) and vocalized (unspoken, but \e{hear}[d]) and made accessible to a hearing, an car ding! ding! that always rings. Reading or ear ding relates to the interior speech hear(d) here by the inner ear. The read text has a voice that is \e{heard}, its \e{r(h)ead} voice always dinging in the ear right here. (Red, too, is heard here.) +Being here, right now, can only mean reading. Hear! Here! There's an \e{ear} in \e{rea}d. Here! Hear! \e{Reading} anagrammatizes into \e{ear ding}. Reading here, we hear in our ear, in an inner ear, this \dq{ding, ding} of here or hear. Reading is both immediate (\e{here}) and vocalized (unspoken, but \e{hear}[d]) and made accessible to a hearing, an car ding! ding! that always rings. Reading or ear ding relates to the interior speech hear(d) here by the inner ear. The read text has a voice that is \e{heard}, its \e{r(h)ead} voice always dinging in the ear right here. (Red, too, is heard here.) -The ding! in reading echoes another language. \e{Das Ding} is the German word for thing or matter. Then \e{reading} is an \e{ear thing}, a thing in the ear. Since it is usually a word silently vocalized, reading summons up "flowers absent of all bouquets" (Mallarmé), the hallucinated mental image for the word's status as signifier. The thing is the hallucination, image, object, or phantasy that hovers from the lattice of a text. \booktitle{In A Faun's Afternoon}, Mallarmé wrote, "These nymphs I would perpetuate"; the nymphs were simply the faun's or the reader's hallucination, they were the thing hallucinated, "perpetuated," while reading. Moreover, the Thing buried and hidden in reading, is the \e{ear}, the \e{ding} and the \e{thing}. While reading, we never hear that Thing which is the "ding!", here the typewriter's "ding!" when the line is close to the right margin. All those muffled ""dings!" when we read manuscripts. +The ding! in reading echoes another language. \e{Das Ding} is the German word for thing or matter. Then \e{reading} is an \e{ear thing}, a thing in the ear. Since it is usually a word silently vocalized, reading summons up \dq{flowers absent of all bouquets} (Mallarmé), the hallucinated mental image for the word's status as signifier. The thing is the hallucination, image, object, or phantasy that hovers from the lattice of a text. \booktitle{In A Faun's Afternoon}, Mallarmé wrote, \dq{These nymphs I would perpetuate}; the nymphs were simply the faun's or the reader's hallucination, they were the thing hallucinated, \dq{perpetuated,} while reading. Moreover, the Thing buried and hidden in reading, is the \e{ear}, the \e{ding} and the \e{thing}. While reading, we never hear that Thing which is the \dq{ding!}, here the typewriter's \dq{ding!} when the line is close to the right margin. All those muffled \dq{dings!} when we read manuscripts. -Freud distinguished between Word-presentations and Thing-presentations, the latter alone constituted unconscious ideas, the former conscious ones, along with Thingpresentations. The Thing-presentation dominated Unconscious always treats words as things, thereby justifying the use of anagrams and homonyms. Wit, for example, uses the letters in words as things and discovers an unexpected connection. The name of a comedian, David \e{Letter}man, gives encouragement to what must happen for the sake of wit: recombine \e{letters} to create a joke. Thus the word reading has the things which are its letters, allowing us to say it'san Ear-Ding or Thing-in-the-Ear, \e{read-ding}! a \e{read-thing} in the ear. Hopefully texts will "rap tap tap on (our) chamber doors," and those doors, the barriers between the \e{Ucs.} and \e{Cs.} systems, will no longer hide the Thing we dare to read. +Freud distinguished between Word-presentations and Thing-presentations, the latter alone constituted unconscious ideas, the former conscious ones, along with Thingpresentations. The Thing-presentation dominated Unconscious always treats words as things, thereby justifying the use of anagrams and homonyms. Wit, for example, uses the letters in words as things and discovers an unexpected connection. The name of a comedian, David \e{Letter}man, gives encouragement to what must happen for the sake of wit: recombine \e{letters} to create a joke. Thus the word reading has the things which are its letters, allowing us to say it'san Ear-Ding or Thing-in-the-Ear, \e{read-ding}! a \e{read-thing} in the ear. Hopefully texts will \dq{rap tap tap on (our) chamber doors,} and those doors, the barriers between the \e{Ucs.} and \e{Cs.} systems, will no longer hide the Thing we dare to read. -Dare we read the letter that begins "Dear\ld"? These "things in the ear," \e{dare}, \e{read} and \e{dear}, pass before our eyes when we see "Dear\ld". "Dear\ld" also commands, "Read\ld," even for the one who writes the letter. No letter, my dear, is sent just to you. And no letter remains merely intact in the letters to friends or in whatever we read. +Dare we read the letter that begins \dq{Dear\ld}? These \dq{things in the ear,} \e{dare}, \e{read} and \e{dear}, pass before our eyes when we see \dq{Dear\ld}. \dq{Dear\ld} also commands, \dq{Read\ld,} even for the one who writes the letter. No letter, my dear, is sent just to you. And no letter remains merely intact in the letters to friends or in whatever we read. There are more things to read. Such as the word \e{heart}. A meaningless anagram for \e{read}, \e{eard}, evokes \e{heart} whose \e{h} is simply a harder breathing of the subsequent \e{e}. \e{Heart}'s \e{t}, too, corresponds to \e{eard}'s \e{d}, for both are dentals, consonants pronounced at the front of the mouth. \e{Heard} from \e{eard}\slash \e{read} rings not far from \e{heart}, for both have \e{ear} dinging in their hearts: h\e{ear}d and h\e{ear}t. -Are we getting to the h\e{ear}t of \e{rea}ding? If reading is an "ear ding," we notice a complication between the "ding, ding" of the ear and the moment that it presents the hallucinated Thing. "Ding, ding" goes the Thing, the signified, the Mystic Rose. Ding! \e{Ding!} The veil of truth rises and naked it stands where? here? hear? \e{Hear! Here!} When truth is \e{here}, it happens at the moment the Thing is \e{hear}(d). The presentation of the heard Thing comes \e{here} just as it comes \e{hear}(d), here in the ear. Ding! \e{Ding!} Ding! Thing! +Are we getting to the h\e{ear}t of \e{rea}ding? If reading is an \dq{ear ding,} we notice a complication between the \dq{ding, ding} of the ear and the moment that it presents the hallucinated Thing. \dq{Ding, ding} goes the Thing, the signified, the Mystic Rose. Ding! \e{Ding!} The veil of truth rises and naked it stands where? here? hear? \e{Hear! Here!} When truth is \e{here}, it happens at the moment the Thing is \e{hear}(d). The presentation of the heard Thing comes \e{here} just as it comes \e{hear}(d), here in the ear. Ding! \e{Ding!} Ding! Thing! -It's still hard to find the heart here. When the EarThing rings in our ears, at that moment or instant the literary hallucination stands before the reader's monuments of catastrophes, his cemetery plots of envaulted loves. And these vaults, these burial plots of exquisite, dangerously thrilling Things have erected the thickest walls, the walls of the "heart," the figurative home for such permanently inaccessible Things. The Word-Thing heard while reading must find entrance, must pierce these fortifications. The beauty of the \e{read}-Thing is then measured by the pumping \e{red} heart that has al\e{read}y buried the very Thing now being \e{read}. Al\e{read}y in the \e{red} heart, the \e{read}-Thing simply returns to the place it was separated from. To read is'to place the Thing back in the place, the heart, where the Thing, the Word-Thing-Ding!, was always al\e{read}y within. The ''ding, ding" rings and raps and taps in euphonious rapport to the Thing always ringing in the chamber\`ed vault of the heart. A heart rings and beats all the time. Reading should ring that dinging we rarely let ourselves hear, this ringing heart's Thing and this dinging Thing in the car. The read write here should pump the red right hear. +It's still hard to find the heart here. When the EarThing rings in our ears, at that moment or instant the literary hallucination stands before the reader's monuments of catastrophes, his cemetery plots of envaulted loves. And these vaults, these burial plots of exquisite, dangerously thrilling Things have erected the thickest walls, the walls of the \dq{heart,} the figurative home for such permanently inaccessible Things. The Word-Thing heard while reading must find entrance, must pierce these fortifications. The beauty of the \e{read}-Thing is then measured by the pumping \e{red} heart that has al\e{read}y buried the very Thing now being \e{read}. Al\e{read}y in the \e{red} heart, the \e{read}-Thing simply returns to the place it was separated from. To read is'to place the Thing back in the place, the heart, where the Thing, the Word-Thing-Ding!, was always al\e{read}y within. The \dq{ding, ding} rings and raps and taps in euphonious rapport to the Thing always ringing in the chamberèd vault of the heart. A heart rings and beats all the time. Reading should ring that dinging we rarely let ourselves hear, this ringing heart's Thing and this dinging Thing in the car. The read write here should pump the red right hear. \dinkus -Anyone familiar with older forms of address, such as "Thou art," will be struck by the identity between the archaic verb form for "to be" and the noun for beautiful objects, "art." +Anyone familiar with older forms of address, such as \dq{Thou art,} will be struck by the identity between the archaic verb form for \dq{to be} and the noun for beautiful objects, \dq{art.} -"Thou art" is not forgotten everytime we speak of "art," for the expression, "Is that art?" cryptically possesses the archaic mode of address, "Art that art?" At once there is the possibility that "art," as noun, can transform itself into the older echo of the verb "to be." People who resort to purely existential or ontological claims over the validity of "art" will be pleased to know that there "art" a copula happening within "art." The resources of this slip render the claim that "art is" now mean, in the light of the older verb form, "art art." The reversal of the noun "art" into the verb "art" changes or rather confirms what "art" has been doing all along: predicating identities between disparate entities, here "'art" art "art." The "artist" is then one who predicates anything with anything else. "Art, thou art, henceforth, a conjugation of the verb `to be.'" Art that what art art? +\dq{Thou art} is not forgotten everytime we speak of \dq{art,} for the expression, \dq{Is that art?} cryptically possesses the archaic mode of address, \dq{Art that art?} At once there is the possibility that \dq{art,} as noun, can transform itself into the older echo of the verb \dq{to be.} People who resort to purely existential or ontological claims over the validity of \dq{art} will be pleased to know that there \dq{art} a copula happening within \dq{art.} The resources of this slip render the claim that \dq{art is} now mean, in the light of the older verb form, \dq{art art.} The reversal of the noun \dq{art} into the verb \dq{art} changes or rather confirms what \dq{art} has been doing all along: predicating identities between disparate entities, here \dq{art} art \dq{art.} The \dq{artist} is then one who predicates anything with anything else. \dq{Art, thou art, henceforth, a conjugation of the verb `to be.'} Art that what art art? \dinkus Do I \e{know}? \e{No}, I do not know. Know and no are identical in sound, but radically divergent in meaning. This semantic divergence eventually points to an identity. -Every ego that states "I know" also dreams of its negation, its assertion of non-knowledge, its failure to know, its self-denial of full comprehension before the known. A \e{no} with a \e{know} refuses the certitude of a subject, the subject who "knows." The ego \e{knows} just as it \e{no's}. A Lacanian insight (I don't know where he said it) propounds that recognizing an ego is a recognition of a nose. \e{He knows} so-and-so becomes \e{he nose} his nose. +Every ego that states \dq{I know} also dreams of its negation, its assertion of non-knowledge, its failure to know, its self-denial of full comprehension before the known. A \e{no} with a \e{know} refuses the certitude of a subject, the subject who \dq{knows.} The ego \e{knows} just as it \e{no's}. A Lacanian insight (I don't know where he said it) propounds that recognizing an ego is a recognition of a nose. \e{He knows} so-and-so becomes \e{he nose} his nose. -Knowledge or no-ledge is then cryptically implicated in negation or denial (\e{Verneinung}), the "trademark' of an unconscious idea. Fetishism simultaneously asserts and denies the desired object, the fetish is the monument to such a confusion. Like those who get a nose-job, they hope another \e{nose knows} not of his nose. Or with haircuts, the \e{knot} is made into \e{naught} by the cutter; another \e{knot} then replaces what was made \e{naught} or \e{not}. The fetishism in both instances is an undecidability between two events: the \e{nose}-jobber's desire for others not to \e{know(s)} of the transformation and the \e{knot} that was made \e{naught} or \e{not} made into another \e{knot}. As with knowledge, \e{no} homonymically present in \e{know} contradicts the certititude of \e{know}ledge. +Knowledge or no-ledge is then cryptically implicated in negation or denial (\e{Verneinung}), the \dq{trademark} of an unconscious idea. Fetishism simultaneously asserts and denies the desired object, the fetish is the monument to such a confusion. Like those who get a nose-job, they hope another \e{nose knows} not of his nose. Or with haircuts, the \e{knot} is made into \e{naught} by the cutter; another \e{knot} then replaces what was made \e{naught} or \e{not}. The fetishism in both instances is an undecidability between two events: the \e{nose}-jobber's desire for others not to \e{know(s)} of the transformation and the \e{knot} that was made \e{naught} or \e{not} made into another \e{knot}. As with knowledge, \e{no} homonymically present in \e{know} contradicts the certititude of \e{know}ledge. -Apropos of Freud's discussion of the Unconscious, he stated that it had "no negation." If he felt that the Unconscious always already admitted itself into a vertiginous space of assertion and negation and their complete relativity, then he was also, with the "no" before the "negation," unconsciously admitting that there was "negation," that is, a lack of the simultaneity and interchangeability of assertions and negations. Thus, in the Unconscious there is negation as well as no negation, since the author of the essay "Negation" says that the "no" indicates an unconscious idea. Freud contradicts himself when he says, "There is in this system no negation." This means, unconsciously, "There is in this system negation." But this does not refute the truth of his assertion because the idea's truth is determined by something that would radically ambiguate it, the Unconscious. Ultimately, Freud is saying that in the Unconscious everything is permissible (Joyce's "Here Comes Everybody™), permitting us in turn to say, "There is in the Unconscious negation." At the moment Freud asserts a condition of the Unconscious, there is the possibility that the Unconscious will refute whatever condition has been ascribed to it, that is, its status of "no negation." This, then, renders the Unconscious even more of a non-concept, since it escapes the borders between a "yes" and a "no," an assertion and a negation, a contradiction and a non-contradiction. And by saying, "non-concept" I repeat Freud's error. +Apropos of Freud's discussion of the Unconscious, he stated that it had \dq{no negation.} If he felt that the Unconscious always already admitted itself into a vertiginous space of assertion and negation and their complete relativity, then he was also, with the \dq{no} before the \dq{negation,} unconsciously admitting that there was \dq{negation,} that is, a lack of the simultaneity and interchangeability of assertions and negations. Thus, in the Unconscious there is negation as well as no negation, since the author of the essay \dq{Negation} says that the \dq{no} indicates an unconscious idea. Freud contradicts himself when he says, \dq{There is in this system no negation.} This means, unconsciously, \dq{There is in this system negation.} But this does not refute the truth of his assertion because the idea's truth is determined by something that would radically ambiguate it, the Unconscious. Ultimately, Freud is saying that in the Unconscious everything is permissible (Joyce's \dq{Here Comes Everybody}), permitting us in turn to say, \dq{There is in the Unconscious negation.} At the moment Freud asserts a condition of the Unconscious, there is the possibility that the Unconscious will refute whatever condition has been ascribed to it, that is, its status of \dq{no negation.} This, then, renders the Unconscious even more of a non-concept, since it escapes the borders between a \dq{yes} and a \dq{no,} an assertion and a negation, a contradiction and a non-contradiction. And by saying, \dq{non-concept} I repeat Freud's error. \chap Everybody Wants Exposure -When photographs are developed the originally white printing paper becomes impressed with the cffects of light upon it. The smooth, pure, undefiled surface of such paper thus bears the indicia of light upon it. When blue jeans are worn, the originally dark blue denim cloth becomes impressed with the effects of wear upon it. The crisp, unwashed, navy-blue surface of such cloth thus bears the indicia of wear upon it. Both events corroborate each other, something I knew was happening whenever I saw photographers devoutly wearing their fading denim jeans. Allegory best explains these two events since one narrative, fading jeans, repeats another, photodeveloping. Moreover, photographs of faded jeans comment enigmatically on the twoevents. The photo, "faded" into existence by means of specific chemicals, registers the jeans that "developed" by means of the elements. +When photographs are developed the originally white printing paper becomes impressed with the cffects of light upon it. The smooth, pure, undefiled surface of such paper thus bears the indicia of light upon it. When blue jeans are worn, the originally dark blue denim cloth becomes impressed with the effects of wear upon it. The crisp, unwashed, navy-blue surface of such cloth thus bears the indicia of wear upon it. Both events corroborate each other, something I knew was happening whenever I saw photographers devoutly wearing their fading denim jeans. Allegory best explains these two events since one narrative, fading jeans, repeats another, photodeveloping. Moreover, photographs of faded jeans comment enigmatically on the twoevents. The photo, \dq{faded} into existence by means of specific chemicals, registers the jeans that \dq{developed} by means of the elements. Our culture's fondness for reproducible images, photo graphs, films and television has the equivalent close to our bodies in the form of denim articles that retell this story of America's love of the photograph. \e{America}, or \e{I camera}, refracts into \e{jean care}, for Americans love cameras and they love their jeans. Norma Jean (or Love Jean) once wore jeans and there are films and photographs of her in such clothes. Some of the last photos of her show her emerging from a pool, the same developing bath photographers use or the same container Levi's manufacturers use to prewash their jeans? -It is no wonder that Diana Ross was once photographed for an album cover with denim jeans. Michael Landon, a celebrity who promotes Kodak cameras, usually wears the cloth in the advertisements. Brooke Shields's photographed public exposure amplifies itself whenever she participates in Calvin Klein jean ads. The most photographed people in our culture all possess cryptophors of jeans or Levi's in their proper names: Monroe, Dean, Elvis, Kennedy. When people want to be noticed, a metaphor for being photographed, they will wear jeans to achieve that attention, exposure, "flash." Going to Studio 54 required wearing a pair of jeans, yet the "studio" within the discotheque's name could also equivocate with a photographer's \e{studio}, a truism for in its heydey a lot of photographers snapped away at its star habitués. +It is no wonder that Diana Ross was once photographed for an album cover with denim jeans. Michael Landon, a celebrity who promotes Kodak cameras, usually wears the cloth in the advertisements. Brooke Shields's photographed public exposure amplifies itself whenever she participates in Calvin Klein jean ads. The most photographed people in our culture all possess cryptophors of jeans or Levi's in their proper names: Monroe, Dean, Elvis, Kennedy. When people want to be noticed, a metaphor for being photographed, they will wear jeans to achieve that attention, exposure, \dq{flash.} Going to Studio 54 required wearing a pair of jeans, yet the \dq{studio} within the discotheque's name could also equivocate with a photographer's \e{studio}, a truism for in its heydey a lot of photographers snapped away at its star habitués. -An additional allegory of photodeveloping is tanning. The short time it takes to develop a picture meets up with the length of time it takes to develop a tan. The tanned body, when photographed by admirers, contrasts with an Instamatic's brief registration of light to skin's hourly or daily or weckly exposures. Like a lamp-filled photographer's studio, there now are lamp-filled tanning salons so as to "Flash 'em a Coppertone Tan!" These tanning salons have perhaps accelerated the natural tanning process just as photo-technology has accelerated developing speeds. +An additional allegory of photodeveloping is tanning. The short time it takes to develop a picture meets up with the length of time it takes to develop a tan. The tanned body, when photographed by admirers, contrasts with an Instamatic's brief registration of light to skin's hourly or daily or weckly exposures. Like a lamp-filled photographer's studio, there now are lamp-filled tanning salons so as to \dq{Flash 'em a Coppertone Tan!} These tanning salons have perhaps accelerated the natural tanning process just as photo-technology has accelerated developing speeds. -\e{Jean} Harlow died of sun-exposure. Dyeing one's hair (exactly how did she dye?) allegorizes photodeveloping, from original dark hair to light hair from original print paper to light-registered paper. Overexposed Deborah Harry left her hair in the developer too long. In order to \e{shock}, people dye their hair, or rather they dye a \e{shock} of hair. \booktitle{Webster's Dictionary} defines a shock as "a thick bushy mass (as of hair)." Dyed blonde shocks shock the public so as to further the emergent celebrity's public exposure. Light print paper becomes darker like dark hair that becomes lighter like dark jeans that become lighter. Light hair, like light paper, also changes color to darker hues as do prints in developing baths. The cliché of a Hollywood home with its swimming pool becomes a giant developing bath: starlets in chlorine pools bleach their hair while $8\times 10$'' prints, once immersed, also alter their original hues. The innocent ritual of swimming, either in pools or the sea, henceforth metaphorizes into fixer\slash developer baths. Swimming and tanning appear to be best on the beaches where celebrities and models swim (Malibu, Hamptons, Fire Island). +\e{Jean} Harlow died of sun-exposure. Dyeing one's hair (exactly how did she dye?) allegorizes photodeveloping, from original dark hair to light hair from original print paper to light-registered paper. Overexposed Deborah Harry left her hair in the developer too long. In order to \e{shock}, people dye their hair, or rather they dye a \e{shock} of hair. \booktitle{Webster's Dictionary} defines a shock as \dq{a thick bushy mass (as of hair).} Dyed blonde shocks shock the public so as to further the emergent celebrity's public exposure. Light print paper becomes darker like dark hair that becomes lighter like dark jeans that become lighter. Light hair, like light paper, also changes color to darker hues as do prints in developing baths. The cliché of a Hollywood home with its swimming pool becomes a giant developing bath: starlets in chlorine pools bleach their hair while $8\times 10$'' prints, once immersed, also alter their original hues. The innocent ritual of swimming, either in pools or the sea, henceforth metaphorizes into fixer\slash developer baths. Swimming and tanning appear to be best on the beaches where celebrities and models swim (Malibu, Hamptons, Fire Island). -Photographs are also connected to a highly nostalgic impulse since they are records of a former life however hard we try to revive a past now irrevocably absent. The mourned for Jean could become the mourning for our jeans that are no longer young, unfaded, unworn, these connotations allowing us to think of the disfigurations that await us when we age, "develop." But then all of us look forward to the time when our jeans will fade just as we look forward to the time when we will be photographed. +Photographs are also connected to a highly nostalgic impulse since they are records of a former life however hard we try to revive a past now irrevocably absent. The mourned for Jean could become the mourning for our jeans that are no longer young, unfaded, unworn, these connotations allowing us to think of the disfigurations that await us when we age, \dq{develop.} But then all of us look forward to the time when our jeans will fade just as we look forward to the time when we will be photographed. \chap Tell Me Why -{\typosize[8\slash ] +{\typosize[9/] {\parindent=0pt\leftskip=1in\it \ld c'est comme si dans l'onde j'innovais\nl -Mille sépulcres pour y vierge dispara\^itre.\par} +Mille sépulcres pour y vierge disparaître.\par} {\leftskip=0pt plus1fil\parindent=0pt Stéphane Mallarmé, -Le Pitre Ch\^ati\'e\par}} +Le Pitre Châtié\par}} -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -When the time comes to leave those places where we hope to meet a person who might be able to bring joy into our lives, when we renounce ourselves to rest and solitude from loud music and fervent stares, we begin to ask ourselves why did I go out? why did I stay up so late? why was I so foolish? Indeed if there comes a time when we meet someone who just might answer the question "why?", the jubilant ride home and the ensuing embraces appear to compensate for all our past sorrows of rejection and desolation. This stranger is the reason why I have been so foolish because he might be the one who will answer all my questions. +When the time comes to leave those places where we hope to meet a person who might be able to bring joy into our lives, when we renounce ourselves to rest and solitude from loud music and fervent stares, we begin to ask ourselves why did I go out? why did I stay up so late? why was I so foolish? Indeed if there comes a time when we meet someone who just might answer the question \dq{why?}, the jubilant ride home and the ensuing embraces appear to compensate for all our past sorrows of rejection and desolation. This stranger is the reason why I have been so foolish because he might be the one who will answer all my questions. -Yet when no one can answer our questions, when the hope for a reply seems infinitely deferred into the future, we only have recourse to our consciousness, the private stream of our thoughts. Now and then this interior monologue is broken and our questions can be asked, but only to vanish into the night from where they had sprung. We asked our questions and they were answered with a "No." +Yet when no one can answer our questions, when the hope for a reply seems infinitely deferred into the future, we only have recourse to our consciousness, the private stream of our thoughts. Now and then this interior monologue is broken and our questions can be asked, but only to vanish into the night from where they had sprung. We asked our questions and they were answered with a \dq{No.} Perhaps we were rejected because we failed to embody the other's illusion of love. We lonely wanderers soon realize, after repeated rejection, that our appearance is not adequate to the other's fantasy of what is becoming. So, with the help of cosmetics, exercise, an article of clothing, even plastic surgery, we hopefully emerge as an embodiment of the other's illusion. Our entrance onto the dance floor now assumes proportions as mythic as man's mastery over the accidents of nature. Soon, however, time leaves its traces behind, and reality which had coerced our fantasies to modify their sovereignty brings all this supposed emancipation to naught. Still, things become postponed, death is deferred, we can dance and rest assured that that ultimate disfiguration is not yet at hand. -In face of this postponement fantasy asserts an endless, illusory victory. The very prospect of its disfiguration turns into the fervently beating heart of its eternity. Even though time intercedes and interrupts fantasy's operation, it nonetheless enters into the continuum of our unconscious' presentations. Time thus becomes a "figure," a constitutive moment within our unconscious life. For fantasy to be realized, it must do so within a specific period of time, and that period of time, for love-starved gay men, occurs between the hours of 1 and 5 a.m. on a Saturday night. +In face of this postponement fantasy asserts an endless, illusory victory. The very prospect of its disfiguration turns into the fervently beating heart of its eternity. Even though time intercedes and interrupts fantasy's operation, it nonetheless enters into the continuum of our unconscious' presentations. Time thus becomes a \dq{figure,} a constitutive moment within our unconscious life. For fantasy to be realized, it must do so within a specific period of time, and that period of time, for love-starved gay men, occurs between the hours of 1 and 5 a.m. on a Saturday night. -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -Between the hours of one and five the gay man dons his pair of 501 Levi's shrink-to-fit jeans in order to find a sexual partner. The 501-wearing man just might enter a New York discotheque called "The Saint" at 105 Second Avenue for this very purpose. If he is a member of the Saint, he probably has paid the special annual membership rate of \$150, further permuting the series of cyphers in 501. Any discussion of homosexual desire must take the phenomenon of the 501 into account. Why do so many gay men from the hour of 1:00 a.m. onward wear these good-luck charms? Why? +Between the hours of one and five the gay man dons his pair of 501 Levi's shrink-to-fit jeans in order to find a sexual partner. The 501-wearing man just might enter a New York discotheque called \dq{The Saint} at 105 Second Avenue for this very purpose. If he is a member of the Saint, he probably has paid the special annual membership rate of \$150, further permuting the series of cyphers in 501. Any discussion of homosexual desire must take the phenomenon of the 501 into account. Why do so many gay men from the hour of 1:00 a.m. onward wear these good-luck charms? Why? -The letter Y is the answer why. Every crotch of a pair -of Levi's forms the shape to the letter V, the same symbol -for five in its Romanized variant: \e{V}OI. Granted that the V -also symbolizes female genitalia, what other genitalia are -mimed by the VOI? The O again could imitate the recesses -of female pudenda or the circular rim of the anus while the -1 the erect, male member. Thus the 501, or more accurately the VOI, visualizes the sexual organs just below its surface by means of the iconic attributes of all its graphic -symbols. The fetishism of this cloth is in part explained by -its contiguity to the sexual organs that its letters represent. -For the male homosexual, the VOI represents his childhood wish that his sister or mother will eventually grow -what he has. Here the V or vagina in \e{V}OI or Le\e{V}i will -grow the I or phallus and thereby form the crucial letter Y. -The five buttons that seal this fly ask whether this fantasized phallus is about five inches long. The fetishism of the -501 among male homosexuals stems from his belief that -V's will transform into Is, a fantasy that is emblematized -in 501 Levi's jeans. The 501 is the foundation upon which -male homosexuals erect the cypher of their desyre. Ask -any homosexual what he wants: \e{Che V(u)OI}? +The letter Y is the answer why. Every crotch of a pair of Levi's forms the shape to the letter V, the same symbol for five in its Romanized variant: \e{V}OI. Granted that the V also symbolizes female genitalia, what other genitalia are mimed by the VOI? The O again could imitate the recesses of female pudenda or the circular rim of the anus while the 1 the erect, male member. Thus the 501, or more accurately the VOI, visualizes the sexual organs just below its surface by means of the iconic attributes of all its graphic symbols. The fetishism of this cloth is in part explained by its contiguity to the sexual organs that its letters represent. For the male homosexual, the VOI represents his childhood wish that his sister or mother will eventually grow what he has. Here the V or vagina in \e{V}OI or Le\e{V}i will grow the I or phallus and thereby form the crucial letter Y. The five buttons that seal this fly ask whether this fantasized phallus is about five inches long. The fetishism of the 501 among male homosexuals stems from his belief that V's will transform into Is, a fantasy that is emblematized in 501 Levi's jeans. The 501 is the foundation upon which male homosexuals erect the cypher of their desyre. Ask any homosexual what he wants: \e{Che V(u)OI}? -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -"Find a friend at the Y" so says a slogan for the Young Men's Christian Association scattered throughout American cities. Five o'clock strikes and the emblem of the 501 unfurls its mystic banner: I have my friend at the Y, the cock that dangles from his Levi's fl\e{y}, the cock of the ga\e{y} gu\e{y}. From the depth of the 501 emerges a Y once five buttons are undone. Rather than form just a letter Y, a mimicry of a dangling, limp penis, one's ecstatic, erect organ reverses the Y into the lambda ($\lambda$), the Greek alphabetical symbol which gay liberationists have made into the ensign of their resistance. Exuberant with the companionship of a newlyfound friend, he raises both arms to the sky and only briefly does immortality yell its "'yea." +\dq{Find a friend at the Y} so says a slogan for the Young Men's Christian Association scattered throughout American cities. Five o'clock strikes and the emblem of the 501 unfurls its mystic banner: I have my friend at the Y, the cock that dangles from his Levi's fl\e{y}, the cock of the ga\e{y} gu\e{y}. From the depth of the 501 emerges a Y once five buttons are undone. Rather than form just a letter Y, a mimicry of a dangling, limp penis, one's ecstatic, erect organ reverses the Y into the lambda ($\lambda$), the Greek alphabetical symbol which gay liberationists have made into the ensign of their resistance. Exuberant with the companionship of a newlyfound friend, he raises both arms to the sky and only briefly does immortality yell its \dq{yea.} -Yet to find a friend at the Y one must first look like the letter Y. The gay must develop his body so that his chest is wider than his waist, forming the same configuration of a Y's V-shaped top and slender lower half. Here, at a bench press, he spreads out his arms and so evokes the Y all over again. Some men exercise with a freeweight belt buckled around their waists. Besides preventing muscle spasms in the back, this belt tends to narrow the waist and consequently gives the illusion one's chest is much wider, as wide as the upper part of a Y. Even the name of many freeweights also features a Y imprinted there: "\e{Y}ork," "Ol\e{y}mpic." And all of this takes place in a g\e{y}m. +Yet to find a friend at the Y one must first look like the letter Y. The gay must develop his body so that his chest is wider than his waist, forming the same configuration of a Y's V-shaped top and slender lower half. Here, at a bench press, he spreads out his arms and so evokes the Y all over again. Some men exercise with a freeweight belt buckled around their waists. Besides preventing muscle spasms in the back, this belt tends to narrow the waist and consequently gives the illusion one's chest is much wider, as wide as the upper part of a Y. Even the name of many freeweights also features a Y imprinted there: \dq{\e{Y}ork,} \dq{Ol\e{y}mpic.} And all of this takes place in a g\e{y}m. -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl Gay clubs usually feature loud disco music played to a clientele that invariably wears 501 Levi's and\slash or possesses bodies in the shape of a Y. No less significantly, the music that is played there requires a diamond stylus to sound out the grooves of records. These V-, or more accurately Y-, shaped bodies assume the same general configuration of a V-shaped stylus. Now that gay men desire to enlarge their chests and narrow their waists into a V-shape, they also desire to look like the stylus that they dance to. This mimicry of a diamond stylus stems from identifying so strongly with the music to the point where one becomes the very instrument that produces such enjoyable sound in the sloping contours of a developed physique. Having a hard, adamantine body that resembles a sound-producing diamond gives the sound-saturated dancer a visual representation for what can only be heard. The invocatory drive (hearing) is inevitably accompanied by the scopic drive (seeing), otherwise one undergoes a diffuse anxiety, like when sound from a television falls momentarily silent. This intimacy between sound listened to and the shape of bodies that mime the sound-creating diamond takes place whenever gay men lift 45 Ibs. freeweights. While lifting 45 lbs. weights, they are probably listening to visually similar 45 LPs played over their gym's sound system. 45 LPs are round, usually black discs just as 45 Ibs. freeweights are round, usually black, but much larger, discs as well. Even \e{lps} equate with \e{lbs} since the letter \e{p} is a flip-flop reflection of a \e{b}. One lifts 45s to resemble the diamond that plays 45s. -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -The Latin adjective \e{levis}, \e{leve} means, according to Cassell's Latin Dictionary, "light, not heavy" in its literal sense and in its altered or metaphorical senses "light, trifling, unimportant; mild, gentle: fickle, light-hcaded, capricious." After 5:00 p.m. one puts on the 501 to pursue light and unimportant matters such as dancing at the Saint's raised dance floor. It is a raised, circular platform over which stands a vast curved ceiling. Here one feels as if floating in the air. \e{Leves} Levi's make the bodies of the Saint's Levi's wearers lighter by raising them up to this elevated, nearly levitating dance floor. The fading of these \e{leves} Levi's also makes them lighter or \e{leviores} so as to ascend into the sky. Oddly, heavy men, heavy from building their bodies, wear light Levi's and they too become \e{leviores}. But then they are gay, "gentle," and perhaps "fickle, light-headed," \e{leves}. By renouncing the propagation of the species, gay people are trifling, non-serious, \e{leves}. +The Latin adjective \e{levis}, \e{leve} means, according to Cassell's Latin Dictionary, \dq{light, not heavy} in its literal sense and in its altered or metaphorical senses \dq{light, trifling, unimportant; mild, gentle: fickle, light-hcaded, capricious.} After 5:00 p.m. one puts on the 501 to pursue light and unimportant matters such as dancing at the Saint's raised dance floor. It is a raised, circular platform over which stands a vast curved ceiling. Here one feels as if floating in the air. \e{Leves} Levi's make the bodies of the Saint's Levi's wearers lighter by raising them up to this elevated, nearly levitating dance floor. The fading of these \e{leves} Levi's also makes them lighter or \e{leviores} so as to ascend into the sky. Oddly, heavy men, heavy from building their bodies, wear light Levi's and they too become \e{leviores}. But then they are gay, \dq{gentle,} and perhaps \dq{fickle, light-headed,} \e{leves}. By renouncing the propagation of the species, gay people are trifling, non-serious, \e{leves}. -Many Levi's-wearing, body-building men who go to discotheques drink Miller Light or Budweiser Lite so as not to bulge at the waist and so ruin their Y-shape. They might also smoke light tar cigarettes, such as Marlboro Lights whose advertisements often feature men wearing jeans that have become lighter, faded. Indeed many of these people frequent tanning salons to render their bodies tanner, \e{darker}. While they wear their jeans to make them lighter or \e{leviores}, they also make their bodies tanner, darker, less \e{leves}. Conceivably the man who wears the lightest jeans is also the one who can lift the heaviest weights. As one lifts weights that are becoming lighter and lighter, one is concurrently persuaded to become darker and darker. Weights that are no longer "heavy" are "light" and thereby convey another antonym for "light": "dark." +Many Levi's-wearing, body-building men who go to discotheques drink Miller Light or Budweiser Lite so as not to bulge at the waist and so ruin their Y-shape. They might also smoke light tar cigarettes, such as Marlboro Lights whose advertisements often feature men wearing jeans that have become lighter, faded. Indeed many of these people frequent tanning salons to render their bodies tanner, \e{darker}. While they wear their jeans to make them lighter or \e{leviores}, they also make their bodies tanner, darker, less \e{leves}. Conceivably the man who wears the lightest jeans is also the one who can lift the heaviest weights. As one lifts weights that are becoming lighter and lighter, one is concurrently persuaded to become darker and darker. Weights that are no longer \dq{heavy} are \dq{light} and thereby convey another antonym for \dq{light}: \dq{dark.} -A Saint '84--85 membership card features a bolt of lightning against a dark blue sky. This motif was derived from the club's brochure illustration of a naked man holding the bolt in an empty landscape under a gradually darkening, starry sky, an allusion to the stellar projections of its dance floor light shows. Unconscious to its artist, the man who holds a bolt of lightning is ultimately the Saint member who will hold with his five fingers the One of his dreams, a Levi's-wearing lover or handsome stranger. The Saint member cannot hold lightning but simply a pair of lightening blue jeans. This member will, by wearing such light or levitating Levi's, ascend into the blue sky, he will fly into the Saint's starry heaven. But this starry heaven is only its upstairs lounge, the place in the blue sky where men were wont to unfasten each others' blue Levi's fly. Here they used to fly to the fly and used to hold that levin bolt bursting from the lightened Levi's fly. (As of the '85--86 season, the establishment forbids backroom sex in light of the recent health crisis.) This \e{flight}-idea embedded in \e{light} Levi's might be further explained by the name of a New York jeans store, "Wings™ at 666 Broadway. Even the Saint's T-shirts feature its name in large letters painted like a blue sky and interspersed with white clouds. +A Saint '84--85 membership card features a bolt of lightning against a dark blue sky. This motif was derived from the club's brochure illustration of a naked man holding the bolt in an empty landscape under a gradually darkening, starry sky, an allusion to the stellar projections of its dance floor light shows. Unconscious to its artist, the man who holds a bolt of lightning is ultimately the Saint member who will hold with his five fingers the One of his dreams, a Levi's-wearing lover or handsome stranger. The Saint member cannot hold lightning but simply a pair of lightening blue jeans. This member will, by wearing such light or levitating Levi's, ascend into the blue sky, he will fly into the Saint's starry heaven. But this starry heaven is only its upstairs lounge, the place in the blue sky where men were wont to unfasten each others' blue Levi's fly. Here they used to fly to the fly and used to hold that levin bolt bursting from the lightened Levi's fly. (As of the '85--86 season, the establishment forbids backroom sex in light of the recent health crisis.) This \e{flight}-idea embedded in \e{light} Levi's might be further explained by the name of a New York jeans store, \dq{Wings} at 666 Broadway. Even the Saint's T-shirts feature its name in large letters painted like a blue sky and interspersed with white clouds. -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -Wearing lightened jeans, lighting cigarettes, drinking light beer, dancing until it is light outside, all constitute a highly pleasureable series of activities indigenous to gay or "light" life. This phenomenon of becoming lighter also relates to gay culture's habit of listening and dancing to disco music. Originally the vinyl records that play the hits gays dance to were made of dark, crude oil. By refinement, the oil became "lighter," viz. turned into vinyl so as to become imprinted with the grooves that diamond styluses would eventually play upon. Generally the lightening of the 501 reflects our petrochemical society's perpetual transubstantiation of crude oil as do diet soft drinks, low calorie cheeses, reduced cholesterol cooking oils and bleached white bread. Nearly every American food product has a "light," calorie-reduced or industrially processed variant. Nothing in our society escapes the vicissitudes of the Other of oil. +Wearing lightened jeans, lighting cigarettes, drinking light beer, dancing until it is light outside, all constitute a highly pleasureable series of activities indigenous to gay or \dq{light} life. This phenomenon of becoming lighter also relates to gay culture's habit of listening and dancing to disco music. Originally the vinyl records that play the hits gays dance to were made of dark, crude oil. By refinement, the oil became \dq{lighter,} viz. turned into vinyl so as to become imprinted with the grooves that diamond styluses would eventually play upon. Generally the lightening of the 501 reflects our petrochemical society's perpetual transubstantiation of crude oil as do diet soft drinks, low calorie cheeses, reduced cholesterol cooking oils and bleached white bread. Nearly every American food product has a \dq{light,} calorie-reduced or industrially processed variant. Nothing in our society escapes the vicissitudes of the Other of oil. -Apropos of the anal drive and its relation to male homosexuality, this refinement from dirty oil into clean vinyl, from \e{shit} into \e{hits}, undergoes a reversal when clean new jeans, though dark, become dirty or faded from wear. The faded, stained Levi's resolve this lack of refinement by being newly washed, "refined" again. Perhaps their fetishism can be explained by being \e{on the one hand} "refined," "lighter," hence "clean," \e{and on the other hand} "stained," "faded," "worn." Just like the anagrammatic juxtapostion of \e{Saint} for \e{Stain}, faded 501s are both "clean" and "dirty" at the same time. Unusually, this cleaning and dirtying of Levi's finds its cryptic echo in the Latin verb \e{lavo}, \e{lavare}, \e{lavi}, \e{lautum}, "to wash." Here the second person singular present indicative active \e{lavis} (you wash) is nearly identical to \e{levis}, save for one vowel. +Apropos of the anal drive and its relation to male homosexuality, this refinement from dirty oil into clean vinyl, from \e{shit} into \e{hits}, undergoes a reversal when clean new jeans, though dark, become dirty or faded from wear. The faded, stained Levi's resolve this lack of refinement by being newly washed, \dq{refined} again. Perhaps their fetishism can be explained by being \e{on the one hand} \dq{refined,} \dq{lighter,} hence \dq{clean,} \e{and on the other hand} \dq{stained,} \dq{faded,} \dq{worn.} Just like the anagrammatic juxtapostion of \e{Saint} for \e{Stain}, faded 501s are both \dq{clean} and \dq{dirty} at the same time. Unusually, this cleaning and dirtying of Levi's finds its cryptic echo in the Latin verb \e{lavo}, \e{lavare}, \e{lavi}, \e{lautum}, \dq{to wash.} Here the second person singular present indicative active \e{lavis} (you wash) is nearly identical to \e{levis}, save for one vowel. -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -The drive or the dance through the night is a long one. Coffee or speed are what truck drivers ingest in their long marathons across the continental United States. Chemically refined or "lightened" substances (cocaine, MDA, Ecstasy, methadrine, LSD, ethyl chloride, Special K) are what some gay men (not all) take if they wish to stay up until the light of day. Cars require oil to drive and nightclubbers require drugs to dance. Cars shield one's body and jeans shield one's legs. (Getting into a car is an allegory of getting into a pair of jeans.) Now that gays have put on their car-contiguous jeans, they also feel compelled to ingest drugs, substitutes for chemically refined crude oil. Drugs give one energy, they help one to "go" and intensify one's ego. They give one a feeling of omnipotence, confidence, strength. They make one feel as impregnable as the car one ends up imitating in these late night situations. Incidentally, even the word \e{Levi's} cryptically contributes to this feeling of strength once its letters are transformed, through anagrammatization and substituting its \e{l} for an \e{r} (justifiable since they are both liquids), into \e{vires}, the Latin word for "strength" in the plural nominative. In the singular accusative this word becomes \e{vim} or "force." This coincidence simply demonstrates how much Levi's contribute to the invincible state of queer \e{viri} (men) high on drugs. (Surprisingly there is a business in New York called V.I.M. Jeans Stores, Inc. on 16 West 14th Street.) +The drive or the dance through the night is a long one. Coffee or speed are what truck drivers ingest in their long marathons across the continental United States. Chemically refined or \dq{lightened} substances (cocaine, MDA, Ecstasy, methadrine, LSD, ethyl chloride, Special K) are what some gay men (not all) take if they wish to stay up until the light of day. Cars require oil to drive and nightclubbers require drugs to dance. Cars shield one's body and jeans shield one's legs. (Getting into a car is an allegory of getting into a pair of jeans.) Now that gays have put on their car-contiguous jeans, they also feel compelled to ingest drugs, substitutes for chemically refined crude oil. Drugs give one energy, they help one to \dq{go} and intensify one's ego. They give one a feeling of omnipotence, confidence, strength. They make one feel as impregnable as the car one ends up imitating in these late night situations. Incidentally, even the word \e{Levi's} cryptically contributes to this feeling of strength once its letters are transformed, through anagrammatization and substituting its \e{l} for an \e{r} (justifiable since they are both liquids), into \e{vires}, the Latin word for \dq{strength} in the plural nominative. In the singular accusative this word becomes \e{vim} or \dq{force.} This coincidence simply demonstrates how much Levi's contribute to the invincible state of queer \e{viri} (men) high on drugs. (Surprisingly there is a business in New York called V.I.M. Jeans Stores, Inc. on 16 West 14th Street.) The incorporation of the automobile that happens all the time in our culture finds its strange consummation in the taking of drugs. Although society disapproves, and rightly so when it is a question of driving while high, it cannot control the inevitable metaphoric transfer between inorganic, mind-altering substances and the synthetically produced hydrocarbons that propel automobiles. Given gay culture's addiction to adamantine physiques and carlike jeans, how willing are its members to renounce substances with the ones that propel cars? -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -Straight people are trapped into always aiming at the "right" or "orthodox" path while gay people are trapped into always aiming at the "light" or "trivial" path. At its most oppressive, straight culture disapproves of anything that deflects from its vision of the Holy Family. At its most oppressive, gay culture can do nothing but repeat the paths of its metonymic flights. Gay culture perpetually ritualizes its displacement of coitus in the dance. Here gay life's fetishes hold stage and perform their magic. +Straight people are trapped into always aiming at the \dq{right} or \dq{orthodox} path while gay people are trapped into always aiming at the \dq{light} or \dq{trivial} path. At its most oppressive, straight culture disapproves of anything that deflects from its vision of the Holy Family. At its most oppressive, gay culture can do nothing but repeat the paths of its metonymic flights. Gay culture perpetually ritualizes its displacement of coitus in the dance. Here gay life's fetishes hold stage and perform their magic. -"Do you want to dance?" hopes for an affirmative reply, and if negatively answered, it will simply be posed again in the hopes for a "Yes." If "Yes," then the entrance onto the dance floor begins an elaborate prestaging of anticipated sex, its simulated performance. Many times it is only dancing and never the exit into far more serious dancing elsewhere. But since dancing is not quite sex, it always performs the impossibility of ever being sex. One keeps on dancing because one keeps on deferring sex and that deferral of sex is thus realized by dancing. Because of this constant shifting of sex into dancing, dancing inevitably embodies the homosexual's turning of the crucial issue of coitus onto lighter issues. +\dq{Do you want to dance?} hopes for an affirmative reply, and if negatively answered, it will simply be posed again in the hopes for a \dq{Yes.} If \dq{Yes,} then the entrance onto the dance floor begins an elaborate prestaging of anticipated sex, its simulated performance. Many times it is only dancing and never the exit into far more serious dancing elsewhere. But since dancing is not quite sex, it always performs the impossibility of ever being sex. One keeps on dancing because one keeps on deferring sex and that deferral of sex is thus realized by dancing. Because of this constant shifting of sex into dancing, dancing inevitably embodies the homosexual's turning of the crucial issue of coitus onto lighter issues. -Still in all seriousness dancing is often intended to seduce a "trick," the stranger willing to perform unorthodox coitus. Here dancing turns into the lovemaking that turns from the straight and narrow. Such seductive dance turns eventually reproduce the redundant turns of a record's pickup needle. The picked-up trick was just one song among many others and further turns just might very well turn another on. As extolled by one of the characters in \filmtitle{The Boys in the Band} who screams "Turning!," the gay turns away from straight life so as to be free to turn, however tiresome this flight can be. The gay turns the Dance of the Seven \e{Levi's} because the \e{lives} of gays always return to the turns of these letters. +Still in all seriousness dancing is often intended to seduce a \dq{trick,} the stranger willing to perform unorthodox coitus. Here dancing turns into the lovemaking that turns from the straight and narrow. Such seductive dance turns eventually reproduce the redundant turns of a record's pickup needle. The picked-up trick was just one song among many others and further turns just might very well turn another on. As extolled by one of the characters in \filmtitle{The Boys in the Band} who screams \dq{Turning!,} the gay turns away from straight life so as to be free to turn, however tiresome this flight can be. The gay turns the Dance of the Seven \e{Levi's} because the \e{lives} of gays always return to the turns of these letters. -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -Without end, the mystery of the 501 continues. Why did the famous cultural anthropologist Levi-Strauss, when discussing the gay resort Fire Island in \booktitle{Tristes Tropiques}, not discuss Levi Strauss & Co.? Why is a famous porn-star named after a pair of jeans, Jack \e{Wrangler}? Further, why is Fire Island called such in light of the near misspelling of fire for five? The horny gay man wears the five because he is on fire, because he is on Fire Island or at the \e{Pines}\slash \e{Penis}. Norma Jean or Marilyn Monroe sang the line "Guadeloupe 105! in the song \songtitle{Heat Wave}, the last and most intolerably warm temperature in a long itinerary of Caribbean locales and temperatures. The hundreds of other instances where the word "fire" is mentioned in disco songs give unconscious, mutual reinforcement to the sexual passion of "fire" and its contiguity to sexual organs as emblematized in \e{fire}-O-ones. Even the name of a popular discjocky, Michael \e{Fier}man (who plays at the Saint and on gay nights at the Palladium), anagrammatizes into \e{Fire}man. As Norma Desmond utters in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} regarding her dead monkey, "He always liked fires and poking at them with a stick." +Without end, the mystery of the 501 continues. Why did the famous cultural anthropologist Levi-Strauss, when discussing the gay resort Fire Island in \booktitle{Tristes Tropiques}, not discuss Levi Strauss \& Co.? Why is a famous porn-star named after a pair of jeans, Jack \e{Wrangler}? Further, why is Fire Island called such in light of the near misspelling of fire for five? The horny gay man wears the five because he is on fire, because he is on Fire Island or at the \e{Pines}\slash \e{Penis}. Norma Jean or Marilyn Monroe sang the line \dq{Guadeloupe 105!} in the song \songtitle{Heat Wave}, the last and most intolerably warm temperature in a long itinerary of Caribbean locales and temperatures. The hundreds of other instances where the word \dq{fire} is mentioned in disco songs give unconscious, mutual reinforcement to the sexual passion of \dq{fire} and its contiguity to sexual organs as emblematized in \e{fire}-O-ones. Even the name of a popular discjocky, Michael \e{Fier}man (who plays at the Saint and on gay nights at the Palladium), anagrammatizes into \e{Fire}man. As Norma Desmond utters in \filmtitle{Sunset Boulevard} regarding her dead monkey, \dq{He always liked fires and poking at them with a stick.} -Add five and one, six results. The Latin word for six is \e{sex}, identical to the English "sex." Homo\e{sex}uality always already embeds $5+1$ within it, \e{sex}. \e{Sex} always seems to happen at \e{six} anyway, since after \e{five} one is on \e{fire}. +Add five and one, six results. The Latin word for six is \e{sex}, identical to the English \dq{sex.} Homo\e{sex}uality always already embeds $5+1$ within it, \e{sex}. \e{Sex} always seems to happen at \e{six} anyway, since after \e{five} one is on \e{fire}. -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -The homonym of \e{I} or ego for \e{eye} or organ of sight finds itself distributed both in homosexual ego libido as well as its scopic drive. The libido that is invested in one's body, one's I, finds just as intense a discharge through the rim of the eye. Given that the I, for the gay male, inheres within the letter Y, this cypher is also not far from the eye, for it inheres within the very center of "eye." (Incidentally, another hononym, gays gaze at gays, confirms the abyssal nature of this drive of the eyes.\fnote{With all this discussion of homonyms and homosexuals, both of which share the Greek adjective \e{homos}, how could a homosexual who pursues partners of like or similar sexual organs not utter names or words of like or similar sounds?}) Even the lower case letter \e{i}, its dot, is really a human eye, a cartoonists' schematic representation of an iris. Always in Lev\e{i}, this dot levitates like the eye in Redon's famous lithograph, "The Eye, A Strange Balloon, Moves Toward the Infinite." +The homonym of \e{I} or ego for \e{eye} or organ of sight finds itself distributed both in homosexual ego libido as well as its scopic drive. The libido that is invested in one's body, one's I, finds just as intense a discharge through the rim of the eye. Given that the I, for the gay male, inheres within the letter Y, this cypher is also not far from the eye, for it inheres within the very center of \dq{eye.} (Incidentally, another hononym, gays gaze at gays, confirms the abyssal nature of this drive of the eyes.\fnote{With all this discussion of homonyms and homosexuals, both of which share the Greek adjective \e{homos}, how could a homosexual who pursues partners of like or similar sexual organs not utter names or words of like or similar sounds?}) Even the lower case letter \e{i}, its dot, is really a human eye, a cartoonists' schematic representation of an iris. Always in Lev\e{i}, this dot levitates like the eye in Redon's famous lithograph, \dq{The Eye, A Strange Balloon, Moves Toward the Infinite.} -As one's Levi's fade into a lighter and lighter blue, onc's ideally light blue eyes will rise into the sky, the same starry sky projected on the walls of the Saint's dance floor ceiling. Such a starry sky is lit with so many dots, the very dots derived from all the i's in the many pairs of Levi's worn there. Indeed all of this is happening in a hemisphere like the vitrcous humor of a human eye or that lightest, most airborne of all graphic touches, the flourish or pirouctte of the letter "i."" Here the homosexual's interminable displacement into the lightest and most inconsequential entities is consummated in a dance floor's architecture, a memorial to the "i" in Lev\e{i}. Just as the mirrored disco ball, when descending from the apex of the ceiling and saturating its recipients with a myriad of lights, eerily mimes this letter, so does the dance floor's central, supporting column and crowning hemispherical ceiling as well. True to this letter's substitutability with a phallus, its dot, once scattered into galaxies of facets, foreshadows the dissemination of semen just about to take place when all those buttons, "'dots™ again, in a Levi's fly are unfastened. Yet when fastened, the uppermost and fifth button remains exposed and so the vertical stitching concealing the other four conjures a vision of the i all over again. Here at the Saint every Saturday night, a ritualized ecstasy with the cosmos takes place by means of 501s whose digital, rightangled cyphers uncannily resemble the acrostic of \e{S}trategic \e{D}efense \e{I}nitiative ("Star Wars"), SDI, 501. Russia may want America's 501s but not its SDIs. America's armor is the levitation of its genitalia, its 501, to the \e{stars} forever scintillating from (Levi) \e{Stra}u\e{s}s (\& Co.). +As one's Levi's fade into a lighter and lighter blue, onc's ideally light blue eyes will rise into the sky, the same starry sky projected on the walls of the Saint's dance floor ceiling. Such a starry sky is lit with so many dots, the very dots derived from all the i's in the many pairs of Levi's worn there. Indeed all of this is happening in a hemisphere like the vitrcous humor of a human eye or that lightest, most airborne of all graphic touches, the flourish or pirouctte of the letter \dq{i.} Here the homosexual's interminable displacement into the lightest and most inconsequential entities is consummated in a dance floor's architecture, a memorial to the \dq{i} in Lev\e{i}. Just as the mirrored disco ball, when descending from the apex of the ceiling and saturating its recipients with a myriad of lights, eerily mimes this letter, so does the dance floor's central, supporting column and crowning hemispherical ceiling as well. True to this letter's substitutability with a phallus, its dot, once scattered into galaxies of facets, foreshadows the dissemination of semen just about to take place when all those buttons, \dq{dots} again, in a Levi's fly are unfastened. Yet when fastened, the uppermost and fifth button remains exposed and so the vertical stitching concealing the other four conjures a vision of the i all over again. Here at the Saint every Saturday night, a ritualized ecstasy with the cosmos takes place by means of 501s whose digital, rightangled cyphers uncannily resemble the acrostic of \e{S}trategic \e{D}efense \e{I}nitiative (\dq{Star Wars}), SDI, 501. Russia may want America's 501s but not its SDIs. America's armor is the levitation of its genitalia, its 501, to the \e{stars} forever scintillating from (Levi) \e{Stra}u\e{s}s (\& Co.). -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -Two eyes can resemble two headlights, as confirmed by a Saint poster for a "Black Party" a few years ago. Here an artistic rendition of a man featured his eyes with light streaming from their sockets. Given the roundness of irises as well as the spherical shape of eyeballs, a pair of eyes is not too far from resembling a pair of tires. When two eyes find, by means of a blatantly automotive metaphor, "cruising," another pair of eyes, they then have four eyes as does a car four tires. The desire to be as perfect as a car has found its consummation in finding another pair of eyes or tires since one pair of eyes cannot run like the two pairs of tires that they necessarily end up resembling. This is related to parents who, with only one child, feel they should have a second one since a three-member family of a father, mother and child is at odds with an automobile that drives with four tires. +Two eyes can resemble two headlights, as confirmed by a Saint poster for a \dq{Black Party} a few years ago. Here an artistic rendition of a man featured his eyes with light streaming from their sockets. Given the roundness of irises as well as the spherical shape of eyeballs, a pair of eyes is not too far from resembling a pair of tires. When two eyes find, by means of a blatantly automotive metaphor, \dq{cruising,} another pair of eyes, they then have four eyes as does a car four tires. The desire to be as perfect as a car has found its consummation in finding another pair of eyes or tires since one pair of eyes cannot run like the two pairs of tires that they necessarily end up resembling. This is related to parents who, with only one child, feel they should have a second one since a three-member family of a father, mother and child is at odds with an automobile that drives with four tires. Tires also incise paths, they resemble the styluses that play down the grooves of records. Eyes, whose substitutability with jewels is a commonplace, associate with the styluses that write out the sound that is heard. Sight, once utterly dissimilar to hearing, now emerges, in this unconscious sense, as the diamond of such inscription of sound. The abyss of gazing at gays in a music-saturated discotheque is an attempt to overcome the gap between the hearing of diamond-written sound and seeing the diamond- or jewel-like eyes. The gap between the five and the one in 501 would then serve as a condensed emblem of this impossible identity between the diamond heard and the diamond seen, the V as representative of the invocatory drive and the 1 as representative of the scopic drive. Oddly here a visual intuition accompanies the cypher for sound while an acoustic intuition, the homonym of eye for I, accompanies the cypher for sight. The noncorrespondence of hearing with sight, of intense music with intense staring, has yielded its signal, a letter that has combined the cyphers of these two drives. The homosexual's anxiety over castration finds its tenuous resolution in a figure that synaesthetically evokes nothing less than the very partition they wear about their waists as did Perseus the Medusa's head. Once the fantastically constructed Y encounters its spectator, will he erect those cyphers of chest, head and limbs, the VOI that ultimately has his body spellbound, as in a mirror? -\sec +\notoc\sec\nl -The recent AIDS epidemic has warned gay men to abstain from certain sexual practices. Just the wearing of 501 Levi's nowadays is tantamount to inviting pollution. The priestly tribe of the Levites were experts in matters of cleanliness. Witness chapter 5, verse 3 of Leviticus: "Or if he [a soul] touch the uncleanness of man, whatsoever uncleanness it be that a man shall be defiled withal, and it be hid from him; when he knoweth of it, then he shall be guilty." In light of the warning of \e{evils} embedded in \e{Levi's}, is this tribe now persuaded by its past and present pollutions to lead sexually temperate lives? +The recent AIDS epidemic has warned gay men to abstain from certain sexual practices. Just the wearing of 501 Levi's nowadays is tantamount to inviting pollution. The priestly tribe of the Levites were experts in matters of cleanliness. Witness chapter 5, verse 3 of Leviticus: \dq{Or if he [a soul] touch the uncleanness of man, whatsoever uncleanness it be that a man shall be defiled withal, and it be hid from him; when he knoweth of it, then he shall be guilty.} In light of the warning of \e{evils} embedded in \e{Levi's}, is this tribe now persuaded by its past and present pollutions to lead sexually temperate lives? \chap Afterthoughts -Typing, my means of livelihood for these past twelve years, has had a pivotal influence on my writing. Secretarial wage slavery has forced me to be attentive to the appearance of letters lest a random typographical error provoke the ire of my employer. All of the essays heretofore presented in \booktitle{The Age of Oil} were composed under these circumstances of selling my secretarial labor power from 1978 to 1986, with the bulk of the writing composed from 1980--82. The only essay that was written free from the exigencies of secretarial duties was \essaytitle{Calling All Cars,} but that essay, like all the others, reflects my attentiveness to the letter, both forced upon myself by my livelihood and by the writings of Freud, Lacan, Joyce, Mallarme' and Derrida. +Typing, my means of livelihood for these past twelve years, has had a pivotal influence on my writing. Secretarial wage slavery has forced me to be attentive to the appearance of letters lest a random typographical error provoke the ire of my employer. All of the essays heretofore presented in \booktitle{The Age of Oil} were composed under these circumstances of selling my secretarial labor power from 1978 to 1986, with the bulk of the writing composed from 1980--82. The only essay that was written free from the exigencies of secretarial duties was \essaytitle{Calling All Cars,} but that essay, like all the others, reflects my attentiveness to the letter, both forced upon myself by my livelihood and by the writings of Freud, Lacan, Joyce, Mallarmé and Derrida. -Perhaps what unifies The Age of Oil is this question of the letter or, if I may be permitted a typo (now that I'm writing free of supervision), the let\e{tar}, where \e{tar} has always already haunted let\e{ter}. Letters are tar, they represent the gross materiality of language that speech always seems to transcend. Just as oil has usually been refined from crude into gasoline, from dirty black crud into the cthereal vocalizations of popular lyrics, so have letters always been spoken, retranscribed into living speech. The "lightening" of oil and its refined state reproduces the "lightening" of letters into their spoken state. As secretary, I earn a wage based on my ability to transform speech into letters. Occasionally the transcription is inaccurate, a "letter" is missing and so the entire missive, a "letter" again, must be typed over. What does a secretary type, letters or letters? When my boss says, "I wish to dictate a letter," the double requirement entails both the rendition of a spoken interval into a visual handwritten symbol (a letter) and the transcription of all such shorthand into a typewritten format (a letter). My particular type of shorthand, Personal Shorthand, enforces this attentiveness since it deploys alphabetical symbols for such common words as "copy,"enclose," "and," "the," represented by "c," "q," "a," "e," respectively, +Perhaps what unifies \booktitle{The Age of Oil} is this question of the letter or, if I may be permitted a typo (now that I'm writing free of supervision), the let\e{tar}, where \e{tar} has always already haunted let\e{ter}. Letters are tar, they represent the gross materiality of language that speech always seems to transcend. Just as oil has usually been refined from crude into gasoline, from dirty black crud into the cthereal vocalizations of popular lyrics, so have letters always been spoken, retranscribed into living speech. The \dq{lightening} of oil and its refined state reproduces the \dq{lightening} of letters into their spoken state. As secretary, I earn a wage based on my ability to transform speech into letters. Occasionally the transcription is inaccurate, a \dq{letter} is missing and so the entire missive, a \dq{letter} again, must be typed over. What does a secretary type, letters or letters? When my boss says, \dq{I wish to dictate a letter,} the double requirement entails both the rendition of a spoken interval into a visual handwritten symbol (a letter) and the transcription of all such shorthand into a typewritten format (a letter). My particular type of shorthand, Personal Shorthand, enforces this attentiveness since it deploys alphabetical symbols for such common words as \dq{copy,} \dq{enclose,} \dq{and,} \dq{the,} represented by \dq{c,} \dq{q,} \dq{a,} \dq{e,} respectively, -Given that oil is hidden and stored in tightly sealed containers, the notion of a crypt appears to be entirely transposable to that realm. As well, given the \e{secret} secret to \e{secret}ary, my obsession with its disclosure could have been predetermined by the title of my occupation. Yet the secrets that secretaries are occasionally privy to, the private lives of their bosses or the confidential nature of their documents, were not as secret as the secrets I was writing while typing. My secret was to write, not to type. Yet I appeared to be typing when I was actually writing, or rather I was typing my writing, not dictated tapes, stenographed letters or handwritten pages of my employers. As a man in a labor pool composed mostly of women, I was refusing to be the mere receptacle of one whose higher wage entitled him to say, "I am who I am." +Given that oil is hidden and stored in tightly sealed containers, the notion of a crypt appears to be entirely transposable to that realm. As well, given the \e{secret} secret to \e{secret}ary, my obsession with its disclosure could have been predetermined by the title of my occupation. Yet the secrets that secretaries are occasionally privy to, the private lives of their bosses or the confidential nature of their documents, were not as secret as the secrets I was writing while typing. My secret was to write, not to type. Yet I appeared to be typing when I was actually writing, or rather I was typing my writing, not dictated tapes, stenographed letters or handwritten pages of my employers. As a man in a labor pool composed mostly of women, I was refusing to be the mere receptacle of one whose higher wage entitled him to say, \dq{I am who I am.} -Oil or letters are shitty but made respectively less so by refinery experts when they process the crude into octane or when secretaries accurately transcribe the spoken words into typo-free sequences. Secretaries in many ways are surrogate mothers who attend to the incunabula of their bosses, where incunabula has the double sense of swaddling clothes in Latin or of books and manuscripts in English (though mostly before 1501). The swaddling clothes could also be either the briefs of attorneys, their legal documents, or their underwear. One secretary I remember complained of her boss: "He and his shitty briefs!" By fussing over nearly countless questions of wording, spacing, grammatical and typographical errors, the usually female secretary is in sum changing shitty incunabula or briefs into "clean" (as in "clean copies") or "presentable" ones. Just as \e{secret} silently inhabits the phrase, "I am a \e{secret}ary," so does \e{shit} secretly inhabit my last name, \e{S}m\e{ith}\slash (m)\e{Shit}. And I've often thought that I ought to change it into something more "refined." +Oil or letters are shitty but made respectively less so by refinery experts when they process the crude into octane or when secretaries accurately transcribe the spoken words into typo-free sequences. Secretaries in many ways are surrogate mothers who attend to the incunabula of their bosses, where incunabula has the double sense of swaddling clothes in Latin or of books and manuscripts in English (though mostly before 1501). The swaddling clothes could also be either the briefs of attorneys, their legal documents, or their underwear. One secretary I remember complained of her boss: \dq{He and his shitty briefs!} By fussing over nearly countless questions of wording, spacing, grammatical and typographical errors, the usually female secretary is in sum changing shitty incunabula or briefs into \dq{clean} (as in \dq{clean copies}) or \dq{presentable} ones. Just as \e{secret} silently inhabits the phrase, \dq{I am a \e{secret}ary,} so does \e{shit} secretly inhabit my last name, \e{S}m\e{ith}\slash (m)\e{Shit}. And I've often thought that I ought to change it into something more \dq{refined.} -The hands and fingers of the mostly white, upper class males who extract surplus value from secretarial workers become dirty after they have finished their subway ride read of \journaltitle{The New York Times}. The \e{grime} from the \e{Times} that covers their white hands is eventually washed off as is also the graffiti \e{crime} that covers those surfaces of New York subway trains. While the white struggles to erase the train surfaces so as to resemble their light faces, the black struggles to trace the train surfaces so as to resemble their dark faces. Erasing the objective exteriority of writing for the objective interiority of speech reproduces what the white male capitalist does whenever he dictates a letter to a black female wage slave. As long as the hierarchy of speech over writing prevails, so will the hierarchy of white, upper class males over racially diversified, impoverished females. Women, because of their perpetually eccentric position to the paternal law and its linguistic aftereffects, often just "type." By merely transcribing the speech of males, their relation to language becomes inessential, cosmetic, as it were. "Liquid Paper," a substance that paints over typographical errors, now offers as nearly a variegated prism as any line of nail polish, not to mention that both feature a tiny brush and handle in common. Once a page has been "eye-lined" (proofread), "polished" (ungrammaticalities expunged) and "combed" for any other infelicity, the smooth, appealing surface can be signed, the white maidenpaper invaginated. The unsightly blemishes and wrinkles women worry over play their parts again when etters fail to preserve the homogeneity between ideal, spoken intention and written, visually attractive presentation. One brand of makeup I have had recourse to when acne spelled its letters on my cheeks went by the name of "Erase." Correcting typos and correcting blemishes somehow ultimately confirms my conviction that letters are tar since blemishes are oil. +The hands and fingers of the mostly white, upper class males who extract surplus value from secretarial workers become dirty after they have finished their subway ride read of \journaltitle{The New York Times}. The \e{grime} from the \e{Times} that covers their white hands is eventually washed off as is also the graffiti \e{crime} that covers those surfaces of New York subway trains. While the white struggles to erase the train surfaces so as to resemble their light faces, the black struggles to trace the train surfaces so as to resemble their dark faces. Erasing the objective exteriority of writing for the objective interiority of speech reproduces what the white male capitalist does whenever he dictates a letter to a black female wage slave. As long as the hierarchy of speech over writing prevails, so will the hierarchy of white, upper class males over racially diversified, impoverished females. Women, because of their perpetually eccentric position to the paternal law and its linguistic aftereffects, often just \dq{type.} By merely transcribing the speech of males, their relation to language becomes inessential, cosmetic, as it were. \dq{Liquid Paper,} a substance that paints over typographical errors, now offers as nearly a variegated prism as any line of nail polish, not to mention that both feature a tiny brush and handle in common. Once a page has been \dq{eye-lined} (proofread), \dq{polished} (ungrammaticalities expunged) and \dq{combed} for any other infelicity, the smooth, appealing surface can be signed, the white maidenpaper invaginated. The unsightly blemishes and wrinkles women worry over play their parts again when etters fail to preserve the homogeneity between ideal, spoken intention and written, visually attractive presentation. One brand of makeup I have had recourse to when acne spelled its letters on my cheeks went by the name of \dq{Erase.} Correcting typos and correcting blemishes somehow ultimately confirms my conviction that letters are tar since blemishes are oil. -It was only when I read Marx's \booktitle{Capital} that I understood capital letters. Capital perpetuates the letter's dictator to be emblazoned in capitals but the transcriber in lowercase whenever the initials of boss and secretary settle on the page's lower left corner. Men who usually regulate the dispersal of capital require the capital whereas a prominent socialist I once knew initialed his acrostic in lowercase. Corporate logos are nearly always capitalized, a virtual tautology of their accumulation of capital. The one who types initials in capitals is the one whose wage capital keeps lower. Capital sentences lower cases to type sentences always with an initial capital. (In the dictionary, "lowercase" immediately precedes "lower class"; lower cases represent lower classes.) An initial capital investment will always safeguard the capital initials of those who have invested. Capital letters are the supporting columns of an entablature of a social division of labor between those who capitalize surplus value and those who capitalize letters. The correctly capitalized letter is the source of the capitalist's surplus. +It was only when I read Marx's \booktitle{Capital} that I understood capital letters. Capital perpetuates the letter's dictator to be emblazoned in capitals but the transcriber in lowercase whenever the initials of boss and secretary settle on the page's lower left corner. Men who usually regulate the dispersal of capital require the capital whereas a prominent socialist I once knew initialed his acrostic in lowercase. Corporate logos are nearly always capitalized, a virtual tautology of their accumulation of capital. The one who types initials in capitals is the one whose wage capital keeps lower. Capital sentences lower cases to type sentences always with an initial capital. (In the dictionary, \dq{lowercase} immediately precedes \dq{lower class}; lower cases represent lower classes.) An initial capital investment will always safeguard the capital initials of those who have invested. Capital letters are the supporting columns of an entablature of a social division of labor between those who capitalize surplus value and those who capitalize letters. The correctly capitalized letter is the source of the capitalist's surplus. -Because consciousness so swiftly intends its mental presentations, computers endeavor to attain those speeds by which mental activity runs its course. Secretaries, chroniclers of the consciousnesses of their employers, attempt to bridge this gap between consciousness and its object by increasing their typing and shorthand skills. From 55 wpm to 75 wpm to 120 wpm to 200 wpm, the speeds asymptotically converge toward that phenomenological gap between noesis and noema, thinking and its cognate accusative. "Word processing" is a virtual synonym for consciousness. The circuit from speech to its written equivalent must shrink its distance to that of the milliseconds between thinking and its thought. Even the DOT, a now defunct computer, cannot eliminate the abyss between thought and its dot. +Because consciousness so swiftly intends its mental presentations, computers endeavor to attain those speeds by which mental activity runs its course. Secretaries, chroniclers of the consciousnesses of their employers, attempt to bridge this gap between consciousness and its object by increasing their typing and shorthand skills. From 55 wpm to 75 wpm to 120 wpm to 200 wpm, the speeds asymptotically converge toward that phenomenological gap between noesis and noema, thinking and its cognate accusative. \dq{Word processing} is a virtual synonym for consciousness. The circuit from speech to its written equivalent must shrink its distance to that of the milliseconds between thinking and its thought. Even the DOT, a now defunct computer, cannot eliminate the abyss between thought and its dot. -Still it is hard to believe that for every printed letter a human finger hammered it into place. Seeing a letter transports us into the idea without further inquiry into all the moments that led up to that imprint's existence. The typo consequently reminds us of the intractability of the signifier in relation to the signified and of labor in relation to management. The laboring fingers of secretaries are the hammers that strike their "nails" into the "wood" of paper. That drone of hammering nails often drowns the voices of those who are dictating, an oddity since the typewriter's loud, distracting strokes are only facilitating the voice's return to itself. +Still it is hard to believe that for every printed letter a human finger hammered it into place. Seeing a letter transports us into the idea without further inquiry into all the moments that led up to that imprint's existence. The typo consequently reminds us of the intractability of the signifier in relation to the signified and of labor in relation to management. The laboring fingers of secretaries are the hammers that strike their \dq{nails} into the \dq{wood} of paper. That drone of hammering nails often drowns the voices of those who are dictating, an oddity since the typewriter's loud, distracting strokes are only facilitating the voice's return to itself. -Hammering daylong and nightlong are those subterranean textual chains most adequately represented by New York's subway textual trains. The letter's perpetual effacement by speech in secretarial work here finds solace in the letter's triumphant muteness and iconicity. For those who are enslaved by the speech of white men, the colorfully festooned sides of trains, "pieces" as they are called, now relinquish any purposeful relation to speech. They resist the phonetic appropriation that every above-ground letter must be shackled to. These illuminated manuscripts have been rumbling beneath New York's streets, an antidote to the manuscripts whose capitals still have yet to be emblazoned. May \booktitle{The Age of Oil} be worthy of all the lower cases who have illuminated capital by means of their illuminated capitals. +Hammering daylong and nightlong are those subterranean textual chains most adequately represented by New York's subway textual trains. The letter's perpetual effacement by speech in secretarial work here finds solace in the letter's triumphant muteness and iconicity. For those who are enslaved by the speech of white men, the colorfully festooned sides of trains, \dq{pieces} as they are called, now relinquish any purposeful relation to speech. They resist the phonetic appropriation that every above-ground letter must be shackled to. These illuminated manuscripts have been rumbling beneath New York's streets, an antidote to the manuscripts whose capitals still have yet to be emblazoned. May \booktitle{The Age of Oil} be worthy of all the lower cases who have illuminated capital by means of their illuminated capitals. \bye
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