From Checking In
Adeena Karasick
Jules Verne is listening to the Dark Side of the Moon
Ziggy Stardust is playing Space Invaders
The Wind-Up Bird is Dreaming of Electric Sheep
Papa Smurf is in the House of Mirth
Narcissus is listening to Echo and the Bunnymen
Elvis Has Left the Building
Second Person is using its Wii
Paul Celan is at the Salon
The Cedilla is under the C
The Old Man of the Wild Sargasso Sea and Annabel Lee like this
Nobodaddy is Putting Baby in the Corner
Dorian Gray likes to Turn Back Time
Narcissus ♥ his own photo
Barbara Kruger is thinking of you
Tristan Tzara and Siri are providing answers (to questions that have never been asked)
Sisyphus is at the Hard Rock®
Marshall McLuhan is getting his Medium massaged
Beowulf is playing Dragon Slayer
King Lear is Playing Blind Man’s Bluff
Modernism likes its own “post”
Hermes and The Medium are using Messenger
Walt Whitman is sluffing his boot-soles
Prada’s got boots on the ground
Medusa’s Watching Snakes on a Plane
Words Without Wrinkles is getting some work done
Ex Nihilo is making Much ado about Nothing
Via negativa is smoking sativa
Wordsworth is in a SoundCloud of Unknowing
Penny Stocks are turning on a dime
Veneiro’s is refusing third-party cookies
The Barber of Seville is reading the Rape of the Lock
The Barber of Fleet Street is eating Raoul
Underground Man is Alone
Nowhere Man is beside himself
Bryon Gyson like Running with Scissors
Edward Scissorhands likes this
The Marquis de Sade is seeking submissions
LeStat is at Forever21
Mary Shelley is listening to Rob Zombie
Emily Bronté likes une Semaine de Bonté
As does Merleau Ponty and Jimmy Durante
Nude Formalism is making a tape
The Girl with a Pearl Earring is wanting a Necklace
Andrew Marvell planted a Garden in her Face
Mister Hulot is on Holiday
Billy Holiday and Holiday Golightly prefer the blues
Shylock is in for a pound
Charles Reznikoff is not buying it for a penny
Screaming is coming across the sky
The sky is the color of television
Jelly Roll Morton is saying Ich bin ein Berliner
The Red Wheelbarrow glazed with rainwater is beside the Kentucky Fried Chickens
The Wife of Bath(os) is at the Bathhouse
Bauhaus is in the House of the Rising Sun
Sun Ra, Sun Moon and King Sunny Ade and Sonny Rollins like this
and are gonna Soak up the Sun with Sung Myung Moonie
Dr. Who (with Hüsker Dü)’s on First
Through a satiric tour through the shards and fragments of literary and post-consumerist culture, “Checking In” is a kind of algorhythmic rhapsody, reminding us how the internet is not only voyeuristic but a mirage. Its data is absurd, and as such this piece speaks to the way we seek answers, but with answer to questions that have never been asked. We seek fulfillment but enter an unsettling, uninhibited flow of information where every data point only refers back to itself and the culture of techno-capitalism of the web.
What however has become truly unsettling, in the writing of this piece (which I’ve been playing with for 3 years), forging a site of radical grafting linkages, codes, indeces, ludic identities; erupting as a hypertextual twining of both intimate social space, exploring the timelessness of digital information and our ravenous, insatiable appetite for data and connection, (who’s doing what, when, where, with whom)—was that it has ironically also become an ad facto listing and questioning of alternative facts.
For Jews, at Rosh HaShana, the New Year (which also celebrates the birth of the world), it’s customary to blow the shofar, a ram’s horn as a kind of wake up call. One of the main ritual blasts is called the TERUAH blast. In Hebrew, TERUAH, homiletically comes from “ra’ah” (or ro’ah in Aramaic), which means shaky. Thus, translinguistically, going back to the birth of the world, what is “t[r]u[e]” is that which is volatile and uncertain, an unstable complex flex of conflictual flecks foregrounding how facts in flux are always in fact fiction. As per Psalms 89:16, “Fortunate is the nation that knows the teruah.”
And, if we think through images and Baudrillard, it’s through our pop culture, our screens, our books, the repeatability and masking, mirroring and fragmentation, that truth is always already (as both Borges or Jabès might also say), a point in space that contains all other points. Anyone who gazes into it can see everything in the universe from every angle simultaneously, a re-imaged confluence of masks and distortions. And thus our search for truth is a nostalgia both for and of the infinite.
In Joycean terms, “a commodius vicus of recirculation.”
Truth always already a resonant present re-presented,
porous and possible, and prescient.
A complex flex of frictional facts: Art[]facts.
—Adeena Karasick
Michael Dickel discusses on The BeZine a retanlate(d)gent(i)al topic: Social Media as Empty Vessels
Bio
Adeena Karasick is a New York based poet, performer, cultural theorist and media artist and the author of seven books of poetry and poetics. Her Kabbalistically inflected, urban, Jewish feminist mashups have been described as “electricity in language” (Nicole Brossard), “proto-ecstatic jet-propulsive word torsion” (George Quasha), noted for their “cross-fertilization of punning and knowing, theatre and theory” (Charles Bernstein) “a twined virtuosity of mind and ear which leaves the reader deliciously lost in Karasick’s signature ‘syllabic labyrinth’” (Craig Dworkin). Most recently is Salomé: Woman of Valor (University of Padova Press, Italy, 2017), and The Medium is the Muse: Channeling Marshall McLuhan (NeoPoiesis Press, 2014). She teaches Literature and Critical Theory for the Humanities and Media Studies Dept. at Pratt Institute, is co-founding Artistic Director of the KlezKanada Poetry Festival and Retreat, 2016 Andrew W. Mellon Foundation Award recipient and winner of the 2016 Voce Donna Italia award for her contributions to feminist thinking. The “Adeena Karasick Archive” has just been established at Special Collections, Simon Fraser University.
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