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VRML


straight ahead to the body creased and folded where the legs join. looking
down towards a convoluted topography of triangular slits. straight ahead
above the slits. descending in the presence of the slits. angling upward
in the presence of the slits. backing up, stopped by a wall. forward,
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, ascending near
the young woman. unable to ascend. turning further to the right and
straight ahead. unable to move. ascending further until the outer grey
peripheral belt is visible; just above, the reddened underbelly of a can-
tilever beam. a second image of the young woman in a second alcove. moving
forwards towards the alcove. hovering above the alcove. descending into
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 headless. slightly
descending and to the left again. turning to the right. backing off. re-
maining within the alcove. ascending slightly. there is a hand grasping
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 left and
right, grey support beams surround, the peripheral belt. gaps are visible
in the belt. above to the left, intimations of another series. below,
shadows of limbs FROM THE POSITION OF THE YOUNG WOMAN, invisible now and
most likely alert.

VRML


housing feeds into health and population; population feeds into labour;
labour feeds into food production and capital goods; capital goods feeds
into consumption and capital; capital feeds into consumption; life expect-
ancy feeds into health; health feeds into life expectancy; education feeds
into life expectancy; population feeds into life expectancy; life expect-
ency feeds into education; urbanization feeds into education; education
feeds into transportation and job mobility; transportation feeds into pol-
lution; housing drains resources; resources drain population; health
drains day-care; sickness drains health; labour drains resources; capital
drains labour; consumption drains surplus; surplus drains expenditure; ex-
penditure drains goods; goods drains resources; resources drains food
production; war drains food production; peace drains surplus; war drains
life expectancy; mouth feeds into stomach; anus drains stomach; intestine
feeds into anus; urethra drains bladder; semen feeds into penis; mouth
feeds into vagina; vagina drains penis; penis feeds into anus; knives feed
into flesh; flesh drains bullets; urbanization feeds into bullets; bullets
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 Study, 1975.)

VRML


I wonder what Kanses wil be like. I imagine roling hils and high
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. They leav
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
war. Alan.

VRML


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 to dele
wisely, we are agresive animals, as i was saying, to dele wisely with
enormus forces that shuld be under no ones control. i think also that
these forces made us hav cultur to. i think always the world culd explod
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 are other
universes wher it gose diferent and i herd ther are other universes wher
nothing gose but this is not one of them, this is our swete univers and
i do think we ar lerning to say goodby.

Sewn in You


@salt and gold
<Julu> your limbs around me / holes caught in trees and flowers
<Alan> give me thorns piercing the soft flesh
<Julu> thorns of love screaming against your holes on the way to
Armageddon
this is the way to Armageddon.
so this is the way the thorns go, ripping the pink flesh.
ripping the ribs and rims of the flesh, emerging from filth.
<Alan> call it filth and draw brown blood from me into havoc.
<Julu> don't you dare call me havoc.
@havoc -> #@$(*&(*&$%))(*@#$ [noise is on the line]
+++
You have been disconnected. Do you wish to reconnect?
<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 bombers
cut into straight and rigid angles
and just so reflecting radar and midnight tracers
everywhere across your body's violent hills.
@you
your belly, holes and fabrics drawn from love and nature.
<Alan> i i i i i ruffles combs serrations raked across your
shoulders, i can imagine drawing blood into the
page among us
<Julu> i can't sleep without you, live without you any
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 tillage
and you can dream your bright lights, you can dream your
trees. At night I try to sleep in the fires, there are lips<
and labia everywhere, skin swollen and cracked to the burst-
ing point. There's no difference between you and me. Between
the two of us. The deep slits in the dry dark earth carry
water down and out to the road. The road's always filled but
the people are invisible and I do not love them and will not
learn to love them.
<Julu> don't give me your dreams as well. oak floors are hard
but they tend to swell in floods, pushing out the
walls of the house, everything falls to pieces, you
can't find the planes
@jason
The Argonauts are coming: MEDEA OF THE FALLEN TIMBERS whose
skin tears along those lines separating us. Our love will
bring the planes down. Our love makes the growth of every
living thing.
<Julu> if you leave me i will kill you, if i kill you, you
will leave me.
@sewn
I spent my time sewing us together. I spent my time sending
needles into and across the skin that holds the sky. Planes
seep contrails everywhere sown like teeth holding culture
against barbarian hordes, all hordes are barbarian.
<Alan> you shit on me, i crawl through it, to you 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 have
carried medusa, your cock is stone, i love your
cock
<Alan> i love the taste of your shit, your vomit, your milk,
your blood
<Julu> down on my knees beg you crawl through me
@sword
@shield
@mail
<Alan> i can't feel anything any more but you, you're all
i want to feel, threads cut through the flesh,
threads seal our mouths and holes together
@Argonaut
They do capture and they do bring us before the king and
Medea. Medea begs us to fuck her, Phaedra begs us to fuck
her. We do fuck her. Do we violate Jason with the plane
and spike. Do we thrust the sword and lance through mouth
and hole. Does his tongue rot?
<Julu> does his tongue rot ours?
<Alan> his tongue does _no such thing,_ his tongue does
no thing, there are no thing.
@people
There are people around & we want to fuck in front of
them & strip each other & expose ourselves utterly. We
can't keep our hands off each other. We swallow each
other. We draw blood against the bone. Our hair is matted
with blood. We give each other every possible disease and
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 hard.
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 cunts,
our cunts out our mouths, our mouths out
our cocks
@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 feeds
the soil of all good-bad things
@Argonaut
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.
@speak
@sew
@fuck
<Alan> this is understood between us when our bodies
<Julu> clash together, hungered hard, torn apart and
<Alan> chain-male woven, you better hold me forever,
<Julu> you better hold me forever, you better be good
<Alan> to me, you better bury the planes, you better
sew the fields and lips, till the fields,
rake the shoulders of all surface
burn the shoulder-furrows
@write
Write the name of aeroplanes and war.
@havoc - @#$@^&$)(%$(*&#$%& [noise is on the line]
+++
You have been disconnected. Do you wish to reconnect?
@love
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
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
high speed
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
or contamination
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
noise

war, T-junction


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,
mumbling:
"There isn't any!"

war, re/morse


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
animals.
we shall decipher the world,
then we shall decipher the rest of the world.

War, Lafayette to Wilkes-Barre


my hurting arm from twelve-hour Indiana to Pennsylvania drive
but I'm not a refugee, not carrying anything, not losing anything
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, scream
might take vicodin for the fever but it will pass -
once again outside in the cold air going driving through storm
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 sky
which I can't even imagine dragging herself through the ruins