Walk with me through ruins and reconstructions of speech.
You have to take steps to unravel what people say.
Close your eyes this audio tour is a blind alley.
A trip through the public domain.
A night walk out of a vibratory nether reaches
of expanded sonic situations.
Your ears will need a minute to sensitize,
to adjust to the endless search for a speaking
mouth, an authority.
We are heading toward an exact replica circa 2002.
Donald Rumsfeld delivering his infamous news
about the lack of weapons of mass destruction in Iraq.
Careful now.
But the bridge passes over, changes as we walk.
The river is real or recorded.
It is re-voiced and replayed.
All the original words have been transplanted here.
Alienated, doubly duplicitous, parodying
doublespeak as bad faith double consciousness.
Here we are Gregory Whitehead's outcast etymology mourns
as it mocks, as it mirrors.
As we know.
There is no face in that voice.
There are no known.
There is no body here to hear.
There are things we know we know.
His voice is everywhere and nowhere.
The ghost
[INTERPOSING VOICES]
--is not so much many as nobody.
There are no unknowns.
That's why you can't see anything
though it's happening right in front of you.
We can only hear the footsteps of an echo
just walking around and then looking about in the rain.
A suspicious guy striding out into the unknown knowns.
A vague terrain reigning.
There are also unknown unknowns.
From Rumsfeld's unknown knowns military term
he said extrapolates another category, the known unknown.
This known unknown is the background
we are walking through.
The disavowed belief, suppositions,
and obscene practices we pretend not to know about.
Can you smell it in the air?
Whenever we refuse to acknowledge that we know
put your ear to this building.
It is difficult not to mistake a wall for an expression.
Or is it the other way around?
Just walking around and looking about in the rain
Rumsfeld makes language walk a spiked plank in bare feet.
Whitehead takes this language for a hike.
First imbibing it.
Putting it through his body.
A kinetical cathexis.
Walk his language piece by piece.
Are you keeping up?
Don't run, we're coming to another non-narratable agenda.
Let's backtrack now almost to the day,
12 years ago in New York City.
Things have been better for Rudy Giuliani.
All at once Hillary Clinton pulls ahead in the polls,
threatening his [? volley ?] for Senator.
He is diagnosed with prostate cancer.
His extramarital affair becomes a media feeding frenzy,
and he announces the separation from his wife.
Are your boots made for this?
Thank you very, very much.
Very much.
I'm a very fortunate--
I'm a very fortunate man.
God has given me a lot.
Whatever are placed in your way.
Whatever obstacles are placed in your way.
I think the way to deal with it--
We foresee 30 seconds of Giuliani's Senate campaign
withdrawal speech.
This is [? Guiliani's ?] Common Prayer.
Is that I ask people to--
Out of the wreckage Giuliani carefully
singles out cancer as his cause.
I care for them.
And I care for them.