The Rise of the Neuronovel | n+1

The Rise of the Neuronovel | n+1:

"What makes so many writers try their hands and brains at the neuronovel? At the most obvious level, the trend follows a cultural (and, in psychology proper, a disciplinary) shift away from environmental and relational theories of personality back to the study of brains themselves, as the source of who we are. This cultural sea change probably began with the exhaustion of “the linguistic turn” in the humanities, in the 1980s, and with the discredit psychoanalysis suffered, around the same time, from revelations that Freud had discounted some credible claims of sexual abuse among his patients. Those philosophers of mind who had always been opposed to trendy French poststructuralism or old-fashioned Freudianism, and the mutability of personality these implied, put forth strong claims for the persistence of innate ideas and unalterable structures. And in neuroscience such changes as the mind did endure were analyzed in terms of chemistry. By the early ’90s, psychoanalysis—whether of a Lacanian and therefore linguistic variety, or a Freudian and drive-oriented kind—was generally considered bankrupt, not to mention far less effective and more expensive than the psychiatric drugs (like Prozac) that began to flow through the general population’s bloodstream. The new reductionism of mind to brain, eagerly taken up by the press—especially the New York Times in its science pages—had two main properties: it explained proximate causes of mental function in terms of neurochemistry, and ultimate causes in terms of evolution and heredity."

Sweaty Cheese Rind

This beauty is an inner pestilence
toward the sourness
striving within some riverboat munchkins
a call we heard with no answer we liked

I wish I had

a stone baby
to peepee olive oil
into my wok

while I stir-fry mermaids
or the moosey-faced poem

This is one picture
apt for the trash.

Sweaty Cheese Rind
of Large Round
in Topkapi Okapi

Hongyapiyannika

bon ico

O Cinnabar Moose Worm
which flanges to make mask
and drippy pipe-mandible pipa
which toots:

salmon are not inarticulate
in the language of swimming,

Bobbeee D.

Giving Dark Preclusions.

WCW at the flower pot reading room.

nump.
nump.
skidplate.

This area here.
Troubadore studies.
odd spice from this region.

it does look like sticky bud
alot. young ass desiring
Uncle Cartoon.

MIT. mid wife, teen-age ass
respect.

nump.
nump.

Marijuana License Plate Jokes.

Girl Ass is Sticky Bud.
MIT. Hydrodynamics.

Gay people inside
Moon studies,
or area around Europe
in Use of Spice.

weird people from Naropa.
I don't know.

Saw girl ass today.
Mid-wife Cry says:

Heavy Drug Association.
Not uselful.

You don't use fossil fuel.
Hmm. Interesting.
I use the shit out of it.

William Carlos Williams.

Do you think he cut dermis layers.

Yess.

Oh. Cartoon. Ass.
Principle of Nasa.
Finally money is dead inside

Thumper.

Clit Thumper Professor
brought up on charges of

abstract colostomy bag.

Lowering the statuary
down into the Garamantean

Well system.

3 young girls
attending,

some green-bud.

It's America
is Burrough, or all
ass-kissing, not available
for private parlance.

You are going to have to
approach me,

and needlepoint,
if YOU want this.

I am WCW flowerpot,
lately NOT
South African Baby rapers.

I am telling you that today
Jean Genet is a black baker
making it with teenage

girl-ass-bud

in Paris [not actual sentience, or trace]

Blunderbuss.
Skiff.
Welsh.

(Ode to Gorgano)

Earth fool, I have never suffered,
I did not cry and I never left you
sad if the pupil was still eating, but
what you found, you still-beautiful-
sane-thing was a maternal coquilleton? [maybe.]

Perhaps your wild seas advanced only my fearless
earrings, perhaps for windows and evenings
a moonlessness proceeded more spooky,

more, and, like dismay, my thoughts only butted up against
your weird soul, but what sanguer between the veins, is
that a word, and what passed through your roots was an
"eternamentos" [again], and the man who stood there
was called Bimbui Sérpent.

Ayoon Wa Azan, You Woodtoe

My dirty old penis.
I dream of you, and cannot
get you out of my ear.

A lot of dogs
have calloused penises
that become
the factory of vaginas.

It isn't worth it.
Skinned dogs
cannot become
my dirty old penis again,
my dirty old Ralph Lauren penis.

The clothing company eventually confessed
to the mistake, saying it was having
a bad Photoshop day inside its
skinned dog penis.



I confess.
A pen is sweetly grotesque:
Tiki Wheel of Fortune.

Visions from the Tiki Tarot art show
at the Freaky Boutiki gallery
decorated with grotesque effigies
of famous Argentines

Nerf nights are the best nights!
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grotesque delirium ( [info] belepherdria)
wrote, @ 2009-10-18 03:46:00.

Matanbuchus Sayeth Pokey Books Getchup in Tierst Tills

fletmin cobble-prak
a serily pelial abmeternbouquet
cub
cub shoe
wroth wiler vutmunst aim
am stacked in stackable valvesoo
etoop nem telf or teflinagh a
mogo coomog du Elsom herotis
teatre

teat
theat
eat it

the theatre mouth's mustache of teats
that fletmin cobble hair going hang hang hang

gango long, nose-stocking in goodskirts
am stacked
hard-skirted
hard-skirts stacked in germfree Elsom of abmeternbouquet's
quod quaid quotent

its teat theatre planet gasping suck-snakes of ape
its ape teat mouth sucking grape good-skirts
at the threat of eating it

eat my threatening teat
or titter in bitter abmeteormucha

BELIAL!
worthless bouquet of sweet and ever-lasting senti(m)ent

MOBILE BELIAL!
snow-soft harmoniaum of BLY-STEVENS

wall one voice many \
]\ leaning loud voice

it tit
eat teat
milk my threatening theatre's ape tit planet grape
for more abmeteormocha than any tittle nads

give this slab a name
clown's woundwort, Stachys palustris.

Illustrius Stachys

Saint. Achey.

S ain't achey, but I Haim Potok,
and notoriously yummy like a hairy boot
in the theatre.

If you see this yummy naked kid come out in hair boots
on the stage with a neon arror

a yime-peen in a beetle grilles' vest

If you see the most darling undaunted pame

or pain meant
life

give life an orderly kiest

an embrassert du juju

a golden desert of wards
non-snotty

give the blount
a stabulous hair

weee! weee!

The ivy horse in its fluttering blue butterfly tendrils
has made a hollow fermigidelite

indelible!
inedible!

There is such a surgery, to put this stone into the center
of its brain. That stone.

That stone,
Le Stakgarth in villa nostra de Hemingburg.

He will bake its crennellated nostril paste until its

takes bride
with teat theatre eating

eat her

eat her frail paddereens
as ther
as aninal

a muminal
nuninal munimal
nouminal
mominar

omninarrst
fool's good

godding the odiump

Envelonia Gives Bicycle Head.

Tristan Tzara Pressed Root Log,
do you have my wife in a basket?

I am walking my preppy dogs
in pee-kay slacks. Good.

Russia is overcoming America
in the Poker area.

France is looking snotty.
I like that.

When we perfoam history
from hosiery's viewpoint,
level carcasses entrepot,
the main feeling of a palm tree,
living like a hydra inside
of a magic pineapfel.

Now that my pineal gland
has migrated up into the
glass balcony area of my brain,
Lord Venice Boat Connestoga -Mer-Mu-Afrifa

seeking braincoral natives
seeking braincoral natives

I have nearly 35 dollars
in my pussy with a Nikon

I know eastern religion
like the back of your hand

Fuels are everywhere.


I T
I T

naughty limericks
can be read in tents
to am initialisation
tabbit
core

envelonia

Also a Useful Absurdism For Good Brother Turtle

touch-screen goddess screen
when I supplicate my hand warming mittens
in Sulphurious veneriated redshare Iron
your many windows appear
your object-organs telememically enrange
thyme self

an organ furred with nodes
is pretty histoircally
divination planar

i could see
a glass odalisque touch-screen kiosk
so alot of people
would be running their hands
over the goddess' body
and actually learning about

timeless teakettle history