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It's all done with recorders -- The sound track ... I recorded ten alternative answers to any question from the interview framework ... I extended the principle of absent control to other activities -- I dedicated the necessary orders, counterorders and alternative moves for any operation ... I recorded the dialogue and made an image track to go with it ... The interviewer can of course apply the same method -- That is record his questions and alternative questions ...You can look any place -- No good -- No bueno -- Departed have left no address -- It's all done with Jaz and DV recorders.Why not leave your tape with my tape and dispense with grades? -- And then? -- Since no one is there to listen, why keep running the tape? -- Why not shut the whole machine off and go home? -- Man has sold his soul for time, language, tools, weapons, and dominance. And to make sure he doesn't get out of line, these invaders keep an occupying garrison in his nondominant brain hemisphere. How else to explain anything as biologically disadvantageous as a weak hand? They gave with one hand and took with the other. Fifty-fifty. What could be fairer than that? Almost anything. So it seems likely that the distinguishing factors, language and weak hand are related. It seems unlikely that language was designed solely to convey information. A rift is built into the human organism, the rift or cleft between the two hemispheres, so any attempt at synthesis must remain unrealizable in human terms ... It would seem that merging the two is not viable, and one is tempted to say, as Brion Gysin did, ''Rub out the word".
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