straight ahead to the body creased and folded where the legs
down towards a convoluted topography of triangular slits.
above the slits. descending in the presence of the slits.
in the presence of the slits. backing up, stopped by a wall.
stopped by a wall. turning to the right, looking through
double slits at a
young woman sleeping. straight head by the side of the
woman. unable to
proceed forward. turning to the right near the young woman,
the young woman. unable to ascend. turning further to the
straight ahead. unable to move. ascending further until the
peripheral belt is visible; just above, the reddened
underbelly of a can-
tilever beam. a second image of the young woman in a second
forwards towards the alcove. hovering above the alcove.
the alcove and looking upward. turning to the right, facing
the young wo-
man duplicated in the alcove. continuing to turn. there is a
nude man in
the shadow. moving to the left. the body is there, hovering,
next to the
young woman. he has his arms between his legs. he is
descending and to the left again. turning to the right.
backing off. re-
maining within the alcove. ascending slightly. there is a
something. it may be an arm on another arm. ascending
slightly. two edges
meet at acute angles, panels carrying the image of the
creased and folded
body. above, the red underbelly of more cantilevers. to the
right, grey support beams surround, the peripheral belt.
gaps are visible
in the belt. above to the left, intimations of another
shadows of limbs FROM THE POSITION OF THE YOUNG WOMAN,
invisible now and
most likely alert.
housing feeds into health and population; population feeds
labour feeds into food production and capital goods; capital
into consumption and capital; capital feeds into
consumption; life expect-
ancy feeds into health; health feeds into life expectancy;
into life expectancy; population feeds into life expectancy;
ency feeds into education; urbanization feeds into
feeds into transportation and job mobility; transportation
feeds into pol-
lution; housing drains resources; resources drain
drains day-care; sickness drains health; labour drains
drains labour; consumption drains surplus; surplus drains
penditure drains goods; goods drains resources; resources
production; war drains food production; peace drains
surplus; war drains
life expectancy; mouth feeds into stomach; anus drains
feeds into anus; urethra drains bladder; semen feeds into
feeds into vagina; vagina drains penis; penis feeds into
anus; knives feed
into flesh; flesh drains bullets; urbanization feeds into
drain population; education drains mouth; penis drains
peace; semen drains
life expectancy; death absorbs; life gives; art is long;
life is short.
(Clark and Cole, Global Simulation Models, A Comparative
I wonder what Kanses wil be like. I imagine roling hils and
chaparel. I think there will be very many misile silos in
the hils like
white pointy flowers coming up thru the hils. They will be
very sad to
leav this place and the medows wil be empty when they do. O
there are such
flowers as you can not imagin wheen they are ther like that.
long pointy stems behind them wen they go up in the air lik
that. You can
see such flowers. The stems grow and then they are gone and
the flowrs to.
Then it is sad in the medows becaus they ar al gon just like
that. I do
think kansas will be lik that so butiful.
Now I am in Omaha and that is just like Kanses I think but
ther is 1 big
diferns. That is, the misiles are so quiet here I do not kno
wher they ar.
Perhap they are alredy left. I do so hope not. Now I wil go
and wach the
the beautifl planes at the strategic air comand musum were
parked next to
shel casings, also a big red barel for an h- (hidrogen)
bomb. and at that
point i did think to myself that a god shuld be punished for
making it so
simpl to destroy a planet or at leest the remanes of life
upon this very
one. becaus we were never given the Wisdom to understand how
wisely, we are agresive animals, as i was saying, to dele
enormus forces that shuld be under no ones control. i think
these forces made us hav cultur to. i think always the world
very easily beacaus it is so volatil (redy). it is the same
flaw that made
the world this very beautifl world becaus that is the enrgy
of the sun.
the sun needs that enrgy to run and we do not. but ther we
hav it becaus
we are made of the sun but hardr because not acting like the
sun does. but
then wen life gets to a place it can act like the sun does
and it does.
and it can do that without Wisdom becaus the sun is not wise
but very act-
ive. but wen life does that then ther is a war wher evryone
wil die be-
caus we hav no tools to stop us. becaus we have
cultur from blak cole and
oil and that is from the sun and
the h-bomb is from the sun, it is al this
flaw that makes us smart but wil kil us and we dont kno how
to stop it.
becaus it is so enormus. now i do think we are dieing to do
that. we wil
al die becaus cultur has kiled us. but without cultur we
culd not write
this. we culd not do anything. so we can do things for a
litle whil and
that is Wisdom. and then we wil not. now i want you to kno
this is al ther
is, i mean in this univers this is how it gose. i kno ther
universes wher it gose diferent and i herd ther are other
nothing gose but this is not one of them, this is our swete
i do think we ar lerning to say goodby.
Sewn in You
@salt and gold
<Julu> your limbs around me / holes caught in trees
<Alan> give me thorns piercing the soft flesh
<Julu> thorns of love screaming against your holes on
the way to
this is the way to Armageddon.
so this is the way the thorns go, ripping the pink
ripping the ribs and rims of the flesh, emerging from
<Alan> call it filth and draw brown blood from me into
<Julu> don't you dare call me havoc.
@havoc -> #@$(*&(*&$%))(*@#$ [noise is on the
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<Julu> perfect love is always interruption.
<Alan> cut my nipples from my breasts: plant them.
@cut @plant @grow Soldiers of the Golden Fleece
<Julu> and they have black bellies of black
cut into straight and rigid angles
and just so reflecting radar and midnight tracers
everywhere across your body's violent hills.
your belly, holes and fabrics drawn from love and
<Alan> i i i i i ruffles combs serrations raked across
shoulders, i can imagine drawing blood into the
page among us
<Julu> i can't sleep without you, live without you
longer, can't breath without your flesh heavy in my
lungs. i want your lungs in me. i want to breathe
your breath, i want to eat your flesh.
<Julu> i want your lungs. i want your flesh. the
@premonition of the Argonauts
Black plane cuts the furrows weather-vaning across
and you can dream your bright lights, you can dream your
trees. At night I try to sleep in the fires, there are
and labia everywhere, skin swollen and cracked to the
ing point. There's no difference between you and me.
the two of us. The deep slits in the dry dark earth
water down and out to the road. The road's always filled
the people are invisible and I do not love them and will
learn to love them.
<Julu> don't give me your dreams as well. oak floors
but they tend to swell in floods, pushing out the
walls of the house, everything falls to pieces, you
can't find the planes
The Argonauts are coming: MEDEA OF THE FALLEN TIMBERS
skin tears along those lines separating us. Our love
bring the planes down. Our love makes the growth of
<Julu> if you leave me i will kill you, if i kill you,
will leave me.
I spent my time sewing us together. I spent my time
needles into and across the skin that holds the sky.
seep contrails everywhere sown like teeth holding
against barbarian hordes, all hordes are barbarian.
<Alan> you shit on me, i crawl through it, to you you
bury me alive, i'm there for you, the black planes
replace the freighters, air replaces water, you
replace my mind with your own and teach me things
i never dreamed, lines and lineages of the black
planes, the smell of silt and shit in the furrows
gone down to the road, the path of the road gone
down to the village where we are fucking
<Julu> the planes are coming again, the Argonauts
carried medusa, your cock is stone, i love your
<Alan> i love the taste of your shit, your vomit, your
<Julu> down on my knees beg you crawl through me
<Alan> i can't feel anything any more but you, you're
i want to feel, threads cut through the flesh,
threads seal our mouths and holes together
They do capture and they do bring us before the king and
Medea. Medea begs us to fuck her, Phaedra begs us to
her. We do fuck her. Do we violate Jason with the plane
and spike. Do we thrust the sword and lance through
and hole. Does his tongue rot?
<Julu> does his tongue rot ours?
<Alan> his tongue does _no such thing,_ his tongue
no thing, there are no thing.
There are people around & we want to fuck in front
them & strip each other & expose ourselves utterly.
can't keep our hands off each other. We swallow each
other. We draw blood against the bone. Our hair is
with blood. We give each other every possible disease
drug. We give each other every possible dream and mind.
We do know the world and could make everything true and
beautiful. We choose to fuck and love violently and
The planes are coming.
<Julu> we choose to draw blood with blood.
<Alan> we choose to draw planes with our blood.
<Julu> we choose to draw bombs with our blood,
we draw broken homes and windows too.
<Alan> we draw smashed streets and cities too.
<Julu> we draw smashed people everywhere lying and
screaming on the ground.
<Alan> we fuck so hard our cocks come out our
our cunts out our mouths, our mouths out
They do only to go back again. They do bind
each other into violent knots. They do go back.
<Julu> we die for our love, our flesh and blood
the soil of all good-bad things
A large shadow looms over the landscape, a male chained
in armor carrying an iron sword, there are whirlwinds
and shadows, there are duststorms and fires, there is
the sound of a great word spoken in a great language.
<Alan> this is understood between us when our
<Julu> clash together, hungered hard, torn apart
<Alan> chain-male woven, you better hold me
<Julu> you better hold me forever, you better be
<Alan> to me, you better bury the planes, you
sew the fields and lips, till the fields,
rake the shoulders of all surface
burn the shoulder-furrows
Write the name of aeroplanes and war.
@havoc - @#$@^&$)(%$(*&#$%& [noise is on the
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Love soars its way through the bullets and bombs and
everyone hears the truth. They fuck so hard it is
louder than any word. They scream and scream and scream
war, the substance of the
world is the world
it's not autonomic but close driving
when close driving across the country
in the middle of 100 kilometers ad hour
in the middle of 120 kilometers an hour
when thoughts become things
substances grained and soft like a body
wounded by the side of the road
or when thought compresses down
into the substance of asphalt or concrete
you might notice the lines down the road
you might notice the lines across them
the field turns, turning another field
there are fields of wheat and fields of sight
you find you looking for a number
then you find the number and find you looking
there's a crow in the tail of the window
there's a word on the radio and a roar
the fm station skips roaring in thick chunks
the am station fades like the maternal function
you're crawling but feel a constant skid
it's always like flesh and always like substance
you now know that the world disappears
when the world appears
you now know that the world has always been
you now know that life is a slow-down and
attention to detail
you forget the detail and listen to the noise
the noise of the motor is maybe a new noise
you worry the noise like exit-signs passing
there are foods and lodgings and gases
there are nitrogens and kryptons and neons
there are carbon dioxides and oxygens
you are running down a slight slope and you
are running up a slight slope
for a moment a thought: there is no thinking
in the world, this is a symptom or a syndrome
for a moment another: thinking is a virus
the imaginary shuffles beneath the floor
of the car
the floor of the car is the floor of the world
sliding against the world where everything is:
grit, gravel, rough and wounded surface
i am a vector in this here now car, it's making
you're hurtling down the road,
one-hundred, two-hundred miles an hour
suddenly, you come to a T-junction
you brake hard, come to a halt
you're facing across the road
it's like an open field
the road goes to your left and right
where are you facing, furious person.
you see across it, you know
it doesn't go anywhere, you know
it's uncanny, this wide opening
to nowhere, it's as if
the world skids around the world
each and every structure
you've ever heard about
suddenly is naked, maybe you,
"There isn't any!"
this message is written in code.
it says i hate you.
no this message is a translation.
this message says i hate jews.
the message is written in code.
it says i hate black-americans. no, this is a code.
do you know what a code is. i am addressing
this to _you._ you know who they are.
this is why i remain silent. you know
what you know. you know what they know.
you know this message is in code; it says:
we hate serbs and albanians. therefore
this is a double message - decode:
i am so very hated for everything
that i do believe in my heart:
that you may put more holes in my body:
you may sew them up again.
that you may put more holes in my body,
so may you sew them up again.
so this message is written in code;
and it says: tonight we will eat human meat,
and tomorrow we will finish the rest of the
we shall decipher the world,
then we shall decipher the rest of the world.
War, Lafayette to
my hurting arm from twelve-hour Indiana to Pennsylvania
but I'm not a refugee, not carrying anything, not losing
not fleeing anything, not ducking anything
nor swerving the car to avoid more than semis careening down
80 at 80
not bomb craters, people, buildings -
can't sleep so go to melatonin, but not fear of flame, fire,
might take vicodin for the fever but it will pass -
once again outside in the cold air going driving through
but not shrapnel, missiles, bullets -
driving through construction, traffic, backed-up semis
but not like this and not like that -
not like the others or the red-haired woman by the beach
or the lonely e-flat clarinet in the antique shop waiting
for a mouth
not like the rim of fire -
high winds, not like the high winds from the rim of fire
not like this, not like that -
but not like that, not like this
oh fuck I can't write about anything
nothing has ever happened to me
not like that, not like this
we'll all write about the war which isn't the war
we'll all feel we're doing something
we're passing on mail, passing on information
don't read this, move on, there's a ball of fire in the
which I can't even imagine dragging herself through the