The Crew of the Mekong

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There is a great temptation to start a novel of adventure with a shipwreck. Something like this:
"With a sickening crunch the three-masted bark Aretusa, sailing from the New Hebrides with a cargo of copra, listed heavily to starboard. The raging sea swept over-"
But we did not yield to the temptation. This true story of ours will open without a shipwreck. Since we wish, however, to conform throughout to the dictates of good style, we solemnly promise to arrange one later on.

E.Voiskunsky, I.Lukodyanov. The Crew Of The Mekong

division of the commons

ideological archaeology / refiguring the feudal

images found while teaching / desertion

fra angelico c. 1424



















jean-luc nancy / vox clamans in deserto

Now loss, cruel as it may be, cannot do anything against possession: it completes it, if you wish, it affirms it. It is not, at bottom, but a second acquisition - this time wholly internal - and equally intense. Rilke Agamben / Stanzas / Part 1

appropriation/ dispossession

pazuzu /possession







This book is dedicated to the Ancient Ones, … to Pazuzu, Lord of Fevers and Plagues, Dark Angel of the Four Winds with rotting genitals from which he howls through rotten teeth over stricken cities ……

Burroughs / Cities of the Red Night

non sine sole iris

pushing colour out with movement, irridescent / the rotten shimmer

snapshots of the revolution

1919




















In the spring of this year, during the first warm days, wierd, fantastic people crawled out on the streets of Petrograd. Where and how had they lived hitherto? Doubtless in some slum, in old, solitary, crumbling houses, hidden away from life, insulted and rejected by the world. One dominant thought cropped up in my mind every time I saw them: they have forgotten something and are trying to recall it, silently crawling about the town in search of it.
They were dressed in worn-out, tattered clothes, they were dirty and evidently very hungry, but they did not look like beggars and did not ask for alms. Very silently, very carefully, they walked along, watching the ordinary passers-by with suspicion and curiosity. As they stopped before the shop windows, they examined the things exhibited in them with the eyes of folk who are trying to discover - or remember - what use one made of all those things. Motor-cars terrified them, as they terrified country men and women twenty years ago.

Maxim Gorky / Fragments from my Diary / 1924

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short circuit

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