Found Poem Including History [O, sing, System, of the city and its oil,], and: Found Poem Including History [To write, finally, of that obsolete rose,], and: Found Poem Including History [Leave the political nature of the given,], and: Found Poem Including History [A desert of legality (Iraq)], and: Methodology | Constellation, and: Found Poem Including History [In light at risk, hostage to this historic], and: Found Poem Including History [The power of the commons disrupts], and: Found Poem Including History [Our city was the radical organ], and: Ode Including History, and: Found Poem Including History [To determine the record of history,]

Found Poem Including History [O, sing, System, of the city and its oil,]

Found Poem Including History [To write, finally, of that obsolete rose,]

Found Poem Including History [Leave the political nature of the given,]

Found Poem Including History [A desert of legality (Iraq)]

Methodology | Constellation

Of these stanzas, prose and materials, some will need the attackof song; some will crackle along the clouted grain of lo-fi; likestaring at the sun, some would blind you if you didn’t turnaway, others their sun-green blotter afterimages; some show themock of law within the letter of the law, the law gone intensewith lawlessness, as the sponge—intensifies with blood—soaking up the cell’s red smear; some will be the documents ofthis wet-work, albeit redacted to the point of impunity, othersunder erasure will disclose the truth, the whole truth andnothing but the truth;

some will be set against watch-work—now done in billions andbillions of operations, the scale of computations astronomical,the algorithm and star-law; some will set the saying of thissituation at the lyric/anti-lyric ledge, since “negation mayreverse into pleasure, not into affirmation.” And it must (still)give pleasure, right? Some record pain, some chorus it; othersthe spleen; some will fly the flag of “all right, then, I’ll go toHell” (and mean it), others will try and chart the way.

So the constellation for navigation, since we’re stuck with night.

And because we find ourselves always already out under thefield of data-points, like stars; because somewhere in the blankspaces of the data-set, the black-site prisons ghost detainees;because there are facts numbered like stars—like stars or acatalogue of evidence (for a court that will never come); because“every idea is a sun,” and every sun is a star and every star asun; because there they are, the falling stars, the fallen suns andnumbers, right there on the floor of the Grand Palais—but whatgood is the sublime, even the sublime halt and rupture now? So the constellation for navigation: Polaris, Ursa Minor, SouthernCross, star-script (with Mercury in retrograde).

So the political imaginary of the book, caught between bracketsand barricades, a (new) romanticism—and so what if it is—wherecritique is protest, and protest vision—vision and star-cant.

Found Poem Including History [In light at risk, hostage to this historic]

Found Poem Including History [The power of the commons disrupts]

Found Poem Including History [Our city was the radical organ]

Ode Including History

O little euphemism, “enhanced interrogation,” whether said    by you or Colonel Mathieau.

Take air-conditioning as an example: the chlorofluorocarbon    behemoth cranked so low as to induce hypothermia in    a detainee already drenched, drugged, and driven under    the sad prescience in the “secret ministry of frost.”

“Coldest of all cold monsters,” Nietzsche called the state,    for what else takes a man and makes the man smear    his own excrement across his face, smear...