We all Wait for the Perfect Post I wait for you. I don't know where to put this sentence. I wait for you in the alleys of cyberspace. I stay up all night, waiting for you, watching the window of my screen. I don't know how to make this beautiful on the screen. If this is beautiful on my screen it will be beautiful on yours. I am writing because I wait for the last post of the night. I wait for the post the way I wait for the perfect book. It's the post that will bring me love. It's the post of absolution, murmurs; it's the post of kindness from past and present. I've wrecked the form of this; the sentence has escaped the single line. I wait for you and type the perfect test. I type the most perfect the most beautiful text for the most beautiful screen where I will finally sleep with your arrival. You will come, you will be the last post of the night. There is always a last post of the night, but you will be the last post of the night and you will come onto my screen and you will be very beautiful. I crawl into my skin waiting and then I crawl out of my skin. I begin to tremble; I'm exhausted, this waiting. This waiting always comes to an end in uneasy sleep, an end without your last post. It comes to an end without your post at all, deathly quiet in the alleys of cyberspace, silence in the midst of night-time routers. This waiting makes my style awkward, my feet stumbling on the keyboard. So now, I tell you, wherever you are, I am waiting. I am waiting and am trying to stay awake but I am trembling more than ever because my love is very close to us. I am awake as long as I can write and I will keep writing you and waiting for you. I don't know your name and I am waiting for your name. I don't know your address, this writing is confused, confusing. This writing is everywhere confusing. Did I tell you I was waiting? __________________________________________________________________________ Together (What is case, then, if not articulated structure, instructions in the sense of structural bloom? Case involves typification; it is the basis for sight, for language, for culture, the following of form. Instructions need not be well-defined, confined to one or another semi-organized level (i.e. assembly language, molecular binding); they may be fuzzy, ontologi- cally suspect (sublimation, return of the repressed). They need not be carried out; they're geodesics, paths of least resistance, chreods; there may be nothing to carry them out; there is no necessary agency at work.) (I'm not raising case to the level of a fundamental ontology or epistemo- logy, but relegating these fundamental investigations to processes of cir- culation - which is in accordance with postmodernity's emphasis on the loss of metanarrative. But it's not a case of postmodernity or postmodern- ism in any case.) (The case still remains, elsewhere than the abstract, emerging in popular culture, scandal, tabloid analysis, the limits of scientific investigation (the case of such and such a galaxy, at the limits of the visible uni- verse) - or the case becomes a framing-device (contents of packet trans- missions, public access television shows), protocols, in the small or in the large, not always simulacra.) (It's the case that's missing, the case of the missing case.) (But not the establishment of a fundamental category, not a case-logic, not a case-ontology or epistemology, neither case-psychology or philoso- phy, not a return to the case itself, reification of the case, nor a deconstruction of the same or other.) (The case is never all that is the case; that is the case.) ________________________________________________________________________ The Infinite Post A simple example of an infinite self-reflexive sentence: The first word in this sentence has three letters and the second word has five letters and the third word has four letters ... In terms of syntax: The first word in this sentence is an article and the second is an adjective and the third is a noun... Both of these are relatively simple, self-generating. One can nest levels as well: The first word here is "the" and the second is "first" and the third is "word" and the fourth is "here" and the fifth is "is" and the sixth is '"the"' ... Although first two above owe something to Bory, they're not of particular interest except as a now moribund conceptualism. But there is one scheme that has been fascinating me since I discovered it: The last word in this sentence has seven letters and the next to last word has five letters and the next to next to last word has three letters [...] has three letters. Now the _last_ three words refer to the first word, "The," everything wor- king backwards, and in fact, both the ending and beginning of this monster can be determined to any degree of precision. The ending is an infinitely distant memory of the beginning of course; the order is that of the infin- ity of the integers. So this is an infinity with clear boundaries, hover- ing around, but not quite penetrating, the transfinite. I don't believe there's a paradox here, but the sentence amazes me. Alan - and please don't attempt to send any of the above in full to the Net; you'd bring everything to a halt... __________________________________________________________________________ Heidegger Some questions concerning Heidegger in light of Heidegger, From Metaphys- ics to Thought, Janicaud and Mattei: Does Heidegger's work produce floating speech, theology? Who are those "divine ones" floating around with the fourfold? Why does Heidegger find Being so troublesome? Didn't this man _ever_ discuss politics after 1945? In the section of the book, Heidegger in New York, Janicaud presents a fictitious dialog: "Francis: What about the divine ones? "Sue: They are more abstract than Rilke's Angel, and so anemic that I see no thunder or laughter ever quickening them into life. "Francis: Well, at least with them possibilities loom within our deserted sky. "David: But why should we always privilege the simple as the sign of the enigma?" Heidegger would have disapproved of the technological implementation of the divine ones; I disapprove of any other. Consider technology implementing the divine ones retroactively. This is the bootstrap method of creating the human, time travel by proxy. But the enigma in fact is Heidegger, isn't it? Here's this man whose mentor was Husserl, who was fucking with Hannah Arendt, throwing his Dasein into the Nazi maelstrom, tripping over himself. So why didn't he say something later? Even walking around the forest in that absurd outfit of his? Did he have television? Martin? _________________________________________________________________________ The Wall John Gay, Walking the Streets of London, Book III, _Of walking the Streets by Night_: Ever be watchful to maintain the wall; For should'st thou quit they ground, the rushing throng Will with impetuous fury drive along; All press to gain those honours thou hast lost, And rudely shove thee far without the post. Then to retrieve the shed you strive in vain, Draggled all o'er and soak'd in floods of rain. Yet rather bear the show'r, and toils of mud, Than in the doubtful quarrel risque thy blood. O think on OEdipus' detested state, And by his woes be warn'd to shun thy fate. ... Where the nail'd hoop defends the painted stall, Brush not thy sweeping skirt too near the wall; Thy heedless sleeve will drink the colour'd oil, And spot indelible thy pocket soil. Has not wise nature strung the legs and feet With firmest nerves, design'd to walk the street? has she not given us hands to groap aright, Amidst the frequent dangers of the night? And think'st thou not the double nostril meant, To warn from oily woes by previous scent? -------------------------------------------| Having downloaded the lpmud, I entered as an "utter novice," remaining within it. I encountered a beggar and a fierce someone called Harry. I left the areas, wandered a bit, the only player, signed off my own mach- ine. I've been reading the codes which are not that difficult, certainly as easy as the @dig as far as creating objects are concerned. I am unclear how everything holds together. Why John Gay? Because the _first_ admonition is concerned with Bachelardian corners, architectures, hearths, and I found myself loathe to leave the site, and loathe to change anything; playing god is problematic when the landscape beckons. You must try this. The sense of place is overwhelming, so much so that I wonder whether instinct is playing a clear role here, a much greater role than we are willing to admit either in our lives or in cyber- space. The MOOs and MUDs are homelands staked-out; I prefer the landscape of the MUD because the territories aren't the productions of my fellow travelers; we huddle and talk somewhere. Wizards all, we're part and parcel of continuous resurrection. But I am getting ahead of myself, some- thing quite possible to do among the articulated bones of the programs. And because the _second_ admonition is the inverse of the first, found only a few lines latter in this poem of 1716. Nothing taints but possible reputation in MOO-space; everything is cleansed as descriptions and bodies are quickly interchanged. @describe me as results in anything whatsoever; in MUD-space of course, one has levels, so the class system constructs the self in terms of necessary attributes (power, access, experience, etc.). It is the tainting that is most troubling in real life as bodies, clothes, sexualities, genders, wear out, and even close relationships transform into uneasy silences, irruptions, facial expressions, sighs, neurotic cycles (Fenichel speaking of neurosis as repetition), that are so easily avoided in cyberspace... The MOO provides an ideal community. Imagine: A permanent MOO, inherited, existing generation after generation, parentage related to the passing-on of constructs within an infinite data base. You'd always be sure of good conversation, sexing, friendships, libraries... In real life, there are tears in my eyes as I think of this, the ultimate Wall... _________________________________________________________________________ Intimacies The intimacies of the body, so that you will always know me, always remember me - that I have dandruff, intensely, using shampoo to control it daily; that I pick my lips out of uncontrollable habit; that I can't look at myself in a mirror (but you already know that); that my anus itches intensely at times, waking me up in the middle of the night; that my dreams are bad, often edging towards emotionally harrowing vertigo; that my penis is approximately six inches erect, my perineum elongated, my testicles loose; that I have sloped shoulders and can't carry a bat on them unless it crosses the chest; that my nipples are small and non-de- script on flat breasts; that my voice rasps because of fluid in my throat; that in the morning I shower, the heat between my shoulders, bringing me out of uncomfortable spells I can't totally define; that I sleep curled up, as if welcoming death or annulment; that my nails are slightly long on my right hand for guitar and that they embarrass me; that I cut my hair very short as a form of denial; that I get hives, wear reading glasses and am intensely nearsighted; that my voice is monotone although my emotions surge; that I appear arrogant in demeanor as a result of completely discomfort with myself; that my fingers and toes are thinned, eyebrows thick but thinned back; that I have heavy allergic reactions, almost asthmatic at times; that my hearing may be poor as the result of repeated infections; that I have a scar on my right knee; that I have a slightly bent nose as a result of a beating years ago when I was in college; that my thighs are the best part of me in my obsessive opinion; that I have a slight stomach and a stooped walk (years ago I was told this was the result of "thinking of money in the bank"); that I sometimes talk to myself; that I've woken up shaky in the night. The intimacies of the soul, so that you will always know me, that I write for posterity and believe it brilliant; that I have accidentally killed a dog, raccoon, and cat in my life with my car; that I have once or twice cheated on the woman I was living with out of total desperation; that I am haunted constantly by all of this and can't shake it; that I am workahol- ic and write every day feeling it's the only reason to stay alive; that when I've turned away from you is when I've needed you most; that I'm so needy I'm impossible to take on as a lover and everyone knows this; that I've always wanted to move towards the abject extremities of sex; that I've wanted to lose myself in you; that the stories I tell you when we make love are not anonymous at all to me; that I believe my texts will somehow survive and be discovered in the future for the resonance they contain in the present; that my understanding comes from the comprehension of my limits; that I've always been shaky, never knowing who I am but driving forward with the force of enduring conviction. So that you know me, body and soul. Alan __________________________________________________________________________ Return to the Wall and the Stain _Paint_ / _Stains_ As Amethist posed and I answered, If I say you tell me the road is to the right, would I be right? I return to the wall and the paint, the paint on the wall or hooped from it, iron worked into the roadway. The case is always already the sign of the other, inscription, _that_ in the classic sense, but with tagged null-sets, An~A=0subA for example. A's the case. Stain: inscription meandering towards the fissure, gesture (see my Textbook of Thinking). Inscription: the other; fissure: the same. Stain is the revolt of substance, and the wall: the revolt of the human. In the lpmud: Case: vnum obj [X] or vnum mob [Y]. The mob's in the street, object on the wall. One takes wall-refuge in substance, stain refuge in space - nomadic: How we long to get away. How we long to stain ourselves. How we long to dynamite the wall. How we long to shut our eyes. Martin __________________________________________________________________________ Avatar Last night I created a female character on my MUD, and I was able to woo her; I am a wizard on the MUD and she began as an utter novice. Again, the relation with the real with literally uncanny; I had the powers to emote, and she only had the powers to say. The situation played out as an enactment of the golem, all from a singular database that divided, depending on whether I hit the F1 or F2 key. Oh, I would woo her to no end, my body bending in unimaginable positions, backwards and forwards; she was present in the church, in the foyer, in the fields - the location didn't matter. F2 and I would receive the results of my actions; perhaps she would say something through me, and F1 and it would begin again, the emotions, flirtations, beggings, fondlings. She seemed fascinated; she didn't know her way around the village. F2 and she would take a step towards me; I practically cried in delight; the in- tensity was overwhelming. Although I was a wizard in this land, I didn't have a castle, and she had nothing. But I had seen a map of the village and environs, common to all lpmuds, and I could travel with her, raise her level. I thought to myself, and to her, F1/F2, I could raise her level. The kisses would have been returned, had she a body, position; I could speak to her about this, typing help feelings at the prompt, giving me all that I could do and more. I loved her for this; I would never load a monster #7200 or any other - I would protect her from this depopulated land in which there roamed only beggars, a postmaster, some orcs and trolls I could easily dispose of. She would remain behind me, I, a god in a realm of no goddesses, my body flickering in and out in a million different positions. My hands trembled at the keys, F1/F2 in a flurry of immaculate domains. I could never enter both at once; we were separated from ourselves, looking at the other with the eye of the third, memories occluding the division. The female spoke and the male responded, body and soul. There were never enough verbs, emotions, never enough feelings. In the distance there were mobs and objects; the fields and roads were all we needed. As my hands clasped each other, I would lay down beside the _alter_ of the church, my mouth filled with the longing of her speech... _________________________________________________________________________ Talking Through Bodies in the Spaces of Muds Tiffany eats a dagger. Tiffany eats a piece of rabbit meat. You say 'we're on' Tiffany eats a piece of rabbit meat. Eat what? Tiffany says 'Good ' You don't seem to have any. Tiffany says 'I've been eating lots of food here' Tiffany grins evilly. > get blackberries You don't see a blackberries here. You say 'I can't get your blackberries. Tiffany eats some blackberries. You flip head over heels. The sun slowly disappears in the west. The sun slowly rises in the west. The night has begun. You throw a snowball in Tiffany's face. The night continues... Tiffany says 'auch!' Tiffany suddenly lunges at you and tackles you o the ground! Tiffany starts a yodelling session that goes right to the bone. > thaw Tiffany Sorry, your victim is not morbidly encased in ice at the moment. Whose thigh would you like to stroke? > stroke Alan You are about to do something you would rather not be caught doing. Brrrrrrrrr. You ruffle Tiffany's hair playfully. Lightning starts to show in the sky. Tiffany sits down and rests. You sit down and rest your tired bones. Tiffany says 'I haven't seen any of those' You say 'they're in the village, the whole village is different now...' PRONTO! You snap your fingers. Tiffany says 'strange...' SEEK SHELTER AT ONCE! Tiffany has begun to sing. PLEASE NO SINGING IN THESE PARTS! says the Orc! Orc falls over dead! Tiffany stops resting, and clambers on her feet. Orc is eaten by maggots! Tiffany says 'Did you kill Orc?' Orc says yes he killed me. The lightning stops. You say 'it seems emptier somehow..' Tiffany says 'Do you want to move to other rooms as we talk?' Tiffany leaves west. > goto Tiffany Tiffany leaves west. > goto Tiffany > trans Tiffany [We're in the Post Office] Tiffany arrives from a puff of smoke. You say 'look at that... :)' Tiffany brutally slays the Cityguard! Your blood freezes as you hear the Citygualrd's death cry. > kill postmaster Nah... You feel too relaxed to do that.. Tiffany gets a long sword from the corpse of the Cityguard. Tiffany gets a pile of gold coins from the corpse of the Cityguard. You say 'I couldn't kill the Postmaster this time... hmmm... you try...' Tiffany says 'Did you see I just killed the Cityguard?' The sun rises in the east. You say 'I can't do that. Let me try and kill you, maybe I can't kill anymore...' The day has begun. You get a pile of gold coins. There were 500 coins. > say I can't kill any more... Tiffany says 'Now you can send mail' > say try and kill me, say Kill Alan You say 'try and kill me, say Kill Alan' > Tiffany chops you to pieces! Welcome Enter the game. > goto Tiffany Tiffany gets the corpse of Alan from the corpse of the green gelatinous blob. You say 'this is strange... I can't kill anything, you can...' You chop her to pieces! Ah! The blood! Your blood freezes as you hear Tiffany's death cry. Tiffany appears with an ear-splitting bang. Tiffany says 'You killed me!' Tiffany gets the corpse of Alan from the corpse of Tiffany. You say 'stranger and stranger... yes, just then, but I couldn't before. I'm sorry. Tiffany says 'Look, I've got corpse of you' > kill Tiffany You chop her to pieces! Ah! The blood! Your blood freezes as you hear Tiffany's death cry. > get all corpse > get corpse You get the corpse of Tiffany. > look Alan Alan is in excellent condition. > get corpse the corpse of Tiffany: You can't carry that much weight. Tiffany says 'You stole my coins!' You drop the corpse of Tiffany. You drop the corpse of Alan. Tiffany says 'Were you carrying around my corpse?!' Brrrrrrrrr. You get the corpse of Alan. You get the corpse of Tiffany. The corpse of Alan decays in your hands. You eat the corpse. You say 'I like these transformations, and if everyone could be a wizard (without the ability to change the database)' You say 'talk could be accompanied by action as well...' You say 'it's as if the body has presence...' You say 'but the nomadic quality here is something worth thinking about' You get the corpse of Tiffany. You eat the corpse. Tiffany says 'I agree. I like the concept of aging, death, etc.' You say 'eating corpses reminds me of Tibet... Tiffany says 'Changing landscape - descriptions of objects, places, players wouldn't be so difficult' Tifany says 'I'm more concerned about combat commands since changing kill commands into something else would require programming knowledge' Tiffany says 'though I'm not sure if verbs can be changed' You fondly fondle yourself, feels funny doesn't it? Lightning starts to show in the sky Your cheeks are burning. You bleed profusely, making an awful mess... You fondly try to fondle someone not in the room, but who cares. Tiffany bleeds profusely, making an awful mess... You fall to your knees and worship her deeply. Tiffany sinks deeply into thought about the meaning of life. The sun slowly disappears in the west. The night has begun. Tiffany says 'It's in the files ...' The Postmaster tells you, 'I'll take 150 coins for the stamp.' the Postmaster tells you, 'Write your message, use @ when done.' ] Hi Tiffany! How are you! I am fine! The weather is fast! Love, Alan Message sent! The sky is lit by flashes of lightning and you feel a warm wind from south. The lightning stops. The Cityguard has arrived. > kill Cityguard You chop him to pieces! Ah! The blood! Your blood freezes as you hear the Cityguard's death cry. Tiffany looks at you. You say 'I needed the money for more mail...' The Postmaster tells you, 'I'll take 150 coins for the stamp.' the Postmaster tells you, 'Write your message, use @ when done.' ] Here comes another letter, dear Tiffany. I am in Germany! Love, Alan@ Message sent! The rain stops. The sun rises in the east. The day has begun. A quivering hoard of maggots consumes the corpse of the Cityguard. You ruffle your hair, wondering how far you can go before the rest think you're crazy. Ah, don't take it so hard. Tiffany pouts. Tiffany sits down and stands up again. Tiffany sits down and rests. Tiffany stands up and sits down again. Tiffany says 'Stop it :)' Tiffany looks at you. Tiffany lets out a lot of steam, much to your relief. Tiffany bursts into tears. Tiffany grits her teeth and fumes with rage. Tiffany stops resting, and clambers on her feet. Tiffany begs and grovels to the powers that be. Tiffany sinks deeply into thought about the meaning of life. You ponder over matters as they appear to you at this moment. You stare at the sky. The sky stares back at you. You create the master mindflayer. The master mindflayer misses you with its hit. The Cityguard has arrived. You slash the master mindflayer very hard. The master mindflayer misses you with its hit. You create the devil rod. You chop him to pieces! Ah! The blood! Your blood freezes as you hea the Cityguard's death cry. Tiffany makes a quaint, magical gesture with one hand. Tiffany has created the slave! Tiffany makes a quaint, magical gesture with one hand. Tiffany has created the slave! > You chop her to pieces! Ah! The blood! Your blood freezes as you hear the slave's death cry. > kill slave You chop her to pieces! Ah! The blood! Your blood freezes as you hear the slave's death cry. It starts to rain. > kill all They aren't here. You say 'fuck the rain' > look The Post Office The corpse of the slave is lying here. The corpse of the slave is lying here. The corpse of the slave is lying here. The corpse of the slave is lying here. The corpse of the slave is lying here. The corpse of the slave is lying here. The corpse of the slave is lying here. The mysterious devil rod lies on the floor. The corpse of the dragon is lying here. The corpse of the horrifying Mudmonster is lying here. The corpse of the Nobleman is lying here. The corpse of the master mindflayer is lying here. The corpse of the Cityguard is lying here. The mysterious devil rod lies on the floor. ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!! Tiffany says 'look at herbalist before you kill!' ARRRRRRRRRRGH!!!!! Tiffany makes a quaint, magical gesture with one hand. Tiffany has created the herbalist! >look herbalist The herbalist is a very beautiful young lady who is about 22 years old. She has deep brown eyes and shoulder-length chestnut hair. Her body is perfectly proportioned and she stands about 5' 5" tall. The herbalist is in excellent condition. Lightning starts to show in the sky. You fondly fondle her. You kiss her. You give the herbalist a long and passionate kiss, it seems to take forever... You dream of better times. You get the corpse of the herbalist. > You eat the corpse. Tiffany smiles happily. ... You say 'the room is a mess....' Tiffany points in all directions, seemingly confused. Tiffany looks at the slave. You fondly try to fondle someone not in the room, but who cares. Tiffany kisses the slave. You cuddle her. You fondly fondle her. Tiffany brutally slays the slave! Your blood freezes as you hear the slave's death cry. Tiffany says 'Oh well....' The sun rises in the east. Tiffany says 'I think we should figure out what we're going to do and which program we're going to work on since there are things that can be done easily on one mud but not another' ___________________________________________________________________________ Dark Knight of the Soul You fondly fondle yourself, feels funny doesn't it? All the lonely people :( You gather yourself in your arms and try to kiss yourself. Well, we already know you love yourself (lucky someone does!) You whine pityfully. You say 'I know I'm in here, carrying.' You are carrying: Nothing. You say 'I know you're out there, carrying.' You create the master mindflayer. The master mindflayer misses you with its hit. You hit the master mindflayer hard. You say 'I love you mindflayer' The master mindflayer utters the words 'koholian dia'. The master mindflayer misses you with its hit. You fondly fondle it. The master mindflayer utters the words 'nasson hof'! Your frown is enough to turn the master mindflayer's color spray into little butterflies. You hit the master mindflayer hard. >Love master mindflayer. No way! You're fighting for your life! > You kiss it. The master mindflayer misses you with its hit. The master mindflayer utters the words 'nasson hof'! You hit the master mindflayer hard. > You give the master mindflayer a long and passionate kiss, it seems to take forever... The master mindflayer utters the words 'koholian dia'. You tell your true feelings to the master mindflayer. The master mindflayer utters the words 'nasson hof'! You hit the master mindflayer. The master mindflayer is stunned, but will probably regain consciousness again. You hit the master mindflayer extremely hard. The master mindflayer is dead! You receive 1 lousy experience point. Your blood freezes as you hear the master mindflayer's death cry. > Whisper I love you to master mindflayer No-one by that name here.. You fondly fondle yourself, feels funny doesn't it? ________________________________________________________________________ Notes Psychoanalytics of MUD spaces? Display of body in Mud rituals. Predestination of words. The night: Figures isolated in lieu of intentions. At night, intention lights the body. Epistolary novels gone askew; the text is between the gaps. The gaps: between one preset-phrase and another. Moving between the quanta of the world and the world. Case is predestination. If sexuality is the expansion of the textual, violence is the reduction of the visual. The violent command is performative; seduction draws the other out. Violent: Wall; Seduction: Stain. Mud wrestling: the sexuality of anonymity. There are triple economies: that of gold and its exchange, that of weaponry, that of killing and the body. Language as supplement within a culture whose name barely escapes me. _______________________________________________________________________ The reworking of building #7811 on PMC: defuge worn out with defuge/refuge, exhausted, the isolated image of clit or cock doesn't do it any longer, forgetting which body was which, which located in the folds of which walls, which hole plugged me into my own my mouth tongues my mouth through your hole through your door dead language reporting on mouths unspeakable, swallowing urethral fluids of introjected verbs pouring out through locked doors of building "defuge" liquid bodies remembering the exhausted image of cunt or fingers grappling across their hole or moment when the locked door freezes shut, rusts everywhere inside, stains, bodies walking away, remissions, walking the bodies away say I hate this! I want to bring me back! You exclaim, "I hate this! I want to bring me back!" Alan spanks Alan's tush! Spank! Spank! Spank! Ouch! Alan exclaims, "Yowwwwwch!" as hand imprints appear on his tush! Alan is crying! Enter the new description, line by line! [Type lines of input; use `.' to end or `@abort' to abort the command.] >AS PROMISED > ...more... @more *** No more *** defuge oh please oh kind building let me write you into existence in a new and brilliant way this is the end of a day when all wastes away parry the body, come to me, i hold out my arms to you i tear out my arms from under me @give arms beautiful building oh kind and beautiful building i will slay the master mindflayer i will love clara hielo internet oh please kind building let her love me too! Commentary: Clara Hielo Internet does not exist! She is my ideal woman! Someday I will meet her! I will be happy forever! _________________________________________________________________________ Hole in the Heart You make a hole in my heart. My heart is flat like paper. You can write on the hole. You can write but you better not leave the hole because you'll hit the blood. When you hit the blood you heat the blood. The hole is frayed cause the blood's afraid. You can write it there in mid-air which is the place to write the place to be. I'd rather be there than in the blood where the words disappear. In the hole the words hold fast. They hold fast to your fingers. Your fingers hold your hand your arm. Held fast in the hole you reach deep inside of me. But there's nothing there but the hole and your hand is clean. Your hand stays clean as long as it's in the hole and it's going to stay there. And I make sure it stays in the hole, stays clean, and I make sure it's going to stay there and stay in place. ____________________________________________________________________________ From sondheim@panix.comSat Sep 16 23:22:16 1995 Date: Sat, 16 Sep 1995 23:02:54 -0400 (EDT) From: Alan Sondheim Reply to: fiction-of-philosophy@jefferson.village.virginia.edu To: -- Cyb , Fop Subject: Leaving the Real Instead of sending another text tonight, I pass you on the following beautiful haiku of defuge, sent by someone who was added to a number of lists without permission at all... And I create the gap between this statement and the text, hoping that this fulfills the software require- ments in regard to the placement of command-words in the body of the message, this body that so desires to _leave._ defense space holding machine at bay Subject: unsubscribe cybermind unsubscribe cybermind unsubscribe all unsubscribe * unsubscribe anything Hit or Miss Decompositions Thinking Tethering, Fissure, Spaltung Who or what is the subject?* We keep reading poetry because the words are magic; they're split off from us. We turn the words over in our mouths, succumbing to desires that have nothing to do with surface, tethered words to tethered subjects, Saussure's difference, Derrida's differance, hieroglyphs bindings, irruptions. Language poetry bends them out of submission, recognition; breath returns them to incantation. Everything in the whole wide world is the circumlocution of death. Words and sex are splitting off, closing off, leaving mouth and body behind, not towards ulterior virtuality, but foreclosure, sexed language, all but the penetration itself. There's nothing to this, no teleology, trajectory, no marxism, no self- consciousness, and especially no simulacrum beautiful classicist copy through the intermediary of distorting perspective of reflexivity. It's the nothing, the tethering through the wires, packets, exploding into community at either end. As Merlin Donald pointed out, mind's not in the waters, but in the wires, throughout the wires. As he didn't point out, it's the foreclosing that's fascinating - you can see this happen among the primates as tool and sex become categories. Culture is always already excess. Defuge, abjection, are on the side of the body; they hover around it. Net sex is filled with s/m, b/d, fluids of all sorts, leaking across the screen. It's not the desire of the body to appear here so much as the sphere of fluids floating and regressing on its own. Infantile, I eat shit, drink piss, a messy body flushed against a screen carefully cleansed from dust and other disturbances. In cyberspace, fissures are inscribed, and inscriptions fissure whatever they were tethered to, the thing that carries memory away from the machine. ------------------------- Alain Badiou, from On a Finally Objectless Subject, in Who Comes After the Subject (eds. Cadava, Connor, Nancy): "If it is possible: What is thus beyond the subject if not the very same subject dissociated or subtracted from reflexive jurisdiction, un-consti- tuting, untied from all supports unrelated to the process of a truth - of which the subject would be but a finite fragment? I call subject the local or finite status of a truth. A subject is what is _locally born out._ __________________________________________________________________________ 1937-95 My new life. What comes to mind is being derailed. The train skids, slides off one or the other side - tracks have two sides - but the difference, there's another rail. The lines go where. The lines go, criss-cross one another, but they're parallel or mainly so. So the train begins to jerk, it's _thrumbling_ across the rails, scars, it's jostled. So then it's jostled, now there's a lot of space, it's a cocoon, it's a cylinder or a mesh or hyperboloid. It's got sets of tracks, intersecting, bending the space around them, the train's blind, it's following instinct. Let's call this the drive. There's a woman on the train, she pushes a needle slow into her nipple; everyone's watching. I'm the train or I'm on the train or I'm running maybe a couple of cars ahead or behind. The needle comes out my tit, misses the nipple. There's a perfect drop of blood on the tip and there's a choir. The choir lines the tracks, all the tracks. The choir begins the beginning of language, not language, but you might say later, that's how it all began. But they've been stumbling around for a while now, trying to get the sounds to come back so that the rhythms break. As long as there's the rhythms there's the magic, the magic stopping the word. Ping, they hit the cage, for that's what it is, the cage of drives, but it's more open now, ping, the cage is still alive. Freefall, and the drop turns perfect sphere balanced in the mouth of the train driving itself forward. Closer. I spread my legs and the conductor charges them. They spread further, invert, needle balanced on a red plateau. I've gone down into them, my tongue crosses my feet, binds them. The letter's _shin,_ maybe a little swatch of god. This is all inside. My tongue comes out of the woman, where her legs meet. You have to picture this, the drive, the instinct of inver- ted, preoedipal flesh, the tongue with new lips. The woman sews the tongue to her, says the word hymen. But it's a constant fuck; meanwhile the drive continues while in the distance there's a conference about what a body would do for all of this. I come down the aisle, smear _embrace_ on the perfect floor, flood into her compartment, it's a train in Europe in 1937, perched on a ledge, funnel into her. The tongue moves to the side, lets me in. The tongue goes gaa gaa gaa. The tongue goes lala. Down there, a needle holds the globe together. It begins to fall apart, there's a war on. Years later, there are new generations. There's no rain. Everything begins to talk and later still there are stations, where other trains will stop, inside. __________________________________________________________________________ My New Life My new life. I have arrived in this wonderful land. I love the natural beauty of the scenery, which already takes on a kind of dream-line iridescence. The cliffs on the river's far side are majestic, losing themselves in a purple gloss during the early dawn. I have not the words to express the wonder. The woman I love and I will live here forever, we think. We are building a house, and will have it well-insulated, we think, although the winters are not harsh. Right now, in the early spring, every- thing is lush, full with promise. The world resounds with birth, we think. We have lost our cynicism. There are no untoward flora or fauna across the way, waiting to pounce; no diseases ravaging the countryside, no news of distant warfare promising to encircle our home with distant thin red lips. We have no technologies to fear, and the water and sky are forever open to stars and depths, the Southern Cross smoldering in the heavens. We have no news as well, other than our coming here and dwelling in this place. They say no news is good news. _________________________________________________________________________ [Kim McGlynn and Alan Sondheim] *grive nmade* ase please please...do .. i just iturhaned it on...ve a . hi athounght g of makingon .. love with pure energy... yer .....that sounds tues ..i havee apapassion so great for penatration ..i like t whem re bedh oin you lkd ..i l ikike to be fucke to haved, all my areas p enatrated at once.. this is the first time this year that i have had the real pleasures of pena etrati on ..it wis wonderfu i wck ouldu love ..to too do tha..it and would wanreat llyyou tlo do that ike thato t .me..to... i place thwould love ings in it so ure body m..uchd..o.u havey an pe iercingns? o i'm normal nothing i think i told you... i would penetrate u ..with all kinds of thangs.. have ltootsa...wonderful h trinketsyou ...u cocan uldtierme up...eally st. we could go to this placew i know ... it is near a waterfall ..it is just amazing ..nobody around ..we could go mad..we could tohgod that would be wonderful... you could pape ourselves in eiss on me in the falls.... yeah tie u up ..i could tye ie u up to a tree... ..and place all my body over ures..mingle in yes.ou.r.selves..si######################### thi# Talk to abcdefg@cc? # sho######################### think i told you... no tatto shole too...t 4 hours on do ureyou lface .ik.andeu could sit on mind..we youcorlad sskjho le sjuuckst ed, lickspend ed... days in that pleasure ..with drip 4 days ..in olblivion..noboi'mdy arounbd i ambleeding at the monet ..so ure fa ce wouild 'd berlpaove intedto suck..and theyourer bloodst of ure...body ..i pi'aint images withve bmyeen pblaited beooodfo.. re dao und love itlike that?,oh god yes, more than anything... everything... my whole body is hot i am i feel savage whe n i've been painted... how much pain am i allowed ?? i ing ures wonderful .. i havetied up n't . t ex.plsioredttithang t mwuch...iht u all around me ...ih'd,lomhmghve thatd, tighin ying you tightly up, binding ng you clean, more fluids, stuff, my tongue up your ass.... oh god yes... push themin deep... put them in my mouth, make me suck me... someaone would tie us togethersoaked ....in mine tooswe...t .. soackfedlui d is n prrecum.unning...down my legsdo ..you like to taste your period, do you like the smell of it the smelil ofwoould toour bod... ies ..i'd likethe smell of your armpits yor ur cunt your asshole your breath in the morning, i like that... no they could watch us, we'd turn the televisions off, we'd open our holes for th look up us, we'd be fucking, they could put their fingers and the smells coming from the house would be unbearable ed u p .;.alll the floors ..all th i'd walk we sounds ....ith you outsideawithlllout uthenderclopantsth ...... just thining king of you... ower ..before i wash ..to feel the fltuidhatrusonnundis wng ondedowrfun l.m.. y i lecougsld ... lick it from youir legs wouldfirlikst..e .. to do thatthe words ..the whole ewoulffd be wonderful... effect it has on myboyou dy can do any..how thido ng you want wiwe do thth is me on camea?? how ra... tape me u watching me watching u te. tell .me what you are doing... i a km sittin g naked ..on a chair with the keyboard on my lap ...flu etting a cloth to wrap all my smel kls ..harahd ........it is ohcgodover..e..d in bloodyou'll sand end ibodt.... y ..u can yescovr e r ure face in it to sli3;23Heep wil.l.... i will sleepwith it... ..u canohhang .i...t on ure wall ..remember meye..s...w.e can use it to tie u uyp ...es....toyeksseep u fuck...ing .me .. you and you hear me.. i have the cloth over my face ..i am placing it in my mouth ...i oh god.....t is ... covered in blood ..and me ..and me .. rubbing my eyes in your cunt .oit hhh jjjjjjjjj.jjj.kFASD"OLIF.it "IF/ h o o i wit u k:2> m Message from Talk_Daemon@panix3.panix.com at 9:13 ... talk: connection requested talk: respond with: talk [Waiting for connection...] ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- :hit the wro :)ng keys ohwehengod....i was cumming:) i thought as much....klasugh woi cht caece ken i say .d the log, what owowowowowo wowow woto whom....wo thats great ... ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- what happened? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- klasugh wot can i say ...see i told u ..i get carried away it was around coollk i feel s9 koo excited abo...ut that.... ohis.th...at i long fuck ? owo ahw... ybe y.p tom y..orr y..yoweah? act erabout active the d u ha *grive nmade* ________________________________________________________________________ two parts of _it_ the dark thinking of these space: what occurs among the words, one to another; on real-time communication half-way around the world, packets stutter, voices suddenly clarify themselves. the throat is always filled, always hollowed out. no bodies present, the cloth, like the Shroud of Turin, stands in for its absent. I sleep with two pillows, one for myself and one for my absent lover; both are wrapped around me in a morning after uneasy dreams. this isn't Peirce's sheet of assertion, a neutral plane or potential, upon which inscription _occurs._ the letters, words, phrases, are activated; they activate bodies as well, stuttering through misspellings, the solici- tation of drives and desires. the texts, sex texts, travel towards extremity where the body leaves all else behind; my simulacrum mouth filled with simulacrum piss, simulacrum nipples simulacrum bitten, distends and fissures the imaginary; something untoward emerges, a certain truth. this happens in all cases. can text penetrate the body? yes, because were you here, _you would and will be_ and the text becomes contract, I will suck your breast, I would suck your breast, I suck your breast, silence with the act of it. there is a covenant of darkness. _________________________________________ anecdotal i worked on the editing a long time, sent it to Kim. i took out most of the explicit references; the churning of language, which was real-time from the screen, was the result of simultaneous typing. so there's another buried text, that of the explicit references, narrative, and would that ground the Other? and is that always the case... (saying something about the signifier/signified, tethering at this juncture: as if proper names, signatures, were the horizon of each and every discourse.) and it's this Other/text that reveals, inverts the body, presents no substitutions... ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [do not read further if you are offended by sexually-explicit materials] _Lip_ (Alan Sondheim and Kim McGlynn) "The problem of twinning may not however appear as important at first sight as it really is, because it does not concern animals or human beings with what may be considered well-developed minds and souls." - Norbert Wiener, The Human Use of Human Beings ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- erection... around my balls... yes... across the screens... yes... i'm already half-erect, just thinking about this, thinking about an audience for this... i have lightning moving up my legs... these words you send penetrate me... some- times I can't think... i keep my legs spread constantly, the smell fills the space here... it creeps from your cunt into my cock... returns your kiss, my mouth is an ------------------------------------------------- t have i never imagined i would do ... i think all this movement ..all these words ..r setting my mind free i have this feeling crawling up my body ..it starts in my mind..i is like readin g all the pictures ..it creeps into my cunt ..and kisses u.. blowing lil kisses ..along this line ..from my cunt to ure screen from ure scree n to my cunt ..up my legs ..and in my hair i had these thoughts last night ..i actually can feel my body ..doing things tha ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- erection... around my balls... yes... across the screens... yes... my tongue moves within your hair, your cunt, you smell stronger than ever, i can smell piss, i move downwards towards your asshole... i cut my pubic hair... rubbed it across me, mailed it to you... i have lightning moving up my legs... these words you send penetrate me... some- times I can't think... i keep my legs spread constantly, the smell fills the space here... it creeps from your cunt into my cock... returns your kiss, my mouth is an ------------------------------------------------- t have i never imagined i would do ... i think all this movement ..all these words ..r setting my mind free i have this feeling crawling up my body ..it starts in my mind..i is like readin g all the pictures ..it creeps into my cunt ..and kisses u.. blowing lil kisses ..along this line ..from my cunt to ure screen from ure scree n to my cunt ..up my legs ..and in my hair i took a piece of my hair last night ..and sleept with it in my cunt ..i have cu t it from my head ..it is wonderfully inside me ..i will send it in my next pack age..to u ..from me .. i had these thoughts last night ..i actually can feel my body ..doing things tha ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- erection... around my balls... yes... across the screens... yes... my tongue moves within your hair, your cunt, you smell stronger than ever, i can smell piss, i move downwards towards your asshole... i cut my pubic hair... rubbed it across me, mailed it to you... i want your body here... your dna your molecules your breath... i want your fluids here ... the cloth... the blood... yes... i will sleep with your cloth body over my eyes across my eyes my tongue ... i will lick you take you with me... ------------------------------------------------- t have i never imagined i would do ... i think all this movement ..all these words ..r setting my mind free i have this feeling crawling up my body ..it starts in my mind..i is like readin g all the pictures ..it creeps into my cunt ..and kisses u.. blowing lil kisses ..along this line ..from my cunt to ure screen from ure scree n to my cunt ..up my legs ..and in my hair i took a piece of my hair last night ..and sleept with it in my cunt ..i have cu t it from my head ..it is wonderfully inside me ..i will send it in my next pack age..to u ..from me ..a hair from my mind i want u to pieces of my body ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- erection... around my balls... yes... across the screens... yes... my tongue moves within your hair, your cunt, you smell stronger than ever, i can smell piss, i move downwards towards your asshole... i cut my pubic hair... rubbed it across me, mailed it to you... i want your body here... your dna your molecules your breath... i want your fluids here ... the cloth... the blood... yes... i will sleep with your cloth body over my eyes across my eyes my tongue ... i will lick you take you with me... ------------------------------------------------- t have i never imagined i would do ... i think all this movement ..all these words ..r setting my mind free i have this feeling crawling up my body ..it starts in my mind..i is like readin g all the pictures ..it creeps into my cunt ..and kisses u.. blowing lil kisses ..along this line ..from my cunt to ure screen from ure scree n to my cunt ..up my legs ..and in my hair i took a piece of my hair last night ..and sleept with it in my cunt ..i have cu t it from my head ..it is wonderfully inside me ..i will send it in my next pack age..to u ..from me ..a hair from my mind i want u to pieces of my body ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- my tongue moves within your hair, your cunt, you smell stronger than ever, i can smell piss, i move downwards towards your asshole... i cut my pubic hair... rubbed it across me, mailed it to you... i want your body here... your dna your molecules your breath... i want your fluids here ... the cloth... the blood... yes... i will sleep with your cloth body over my eyes across my eyes my tongue ... i will lick you take you with me... i will swallow you, place you in my mouth, my ass... bodies across my body... yes... i want your streams... your shit, your piss... all your streams... ------------------------------------------------- ll this fuck ..all this body all these fluids ..i can take this stream from my l eg ..and place it on ure mouth ..and smear the screedn ..and look at ure g all the pictures ..it creeps into my cunt ..and kisses u.. blowing lil kisses ..along this line ..from my cunt to ure screen from ure scree n to my cunt ..up my legs ..and in my hair i took a piece of my hair last night ..and sleept with it in my cunt ..i have cu t it from my head ..it is wonderfully inside me ..i will send it in my next pack age..to u ..from me ..a hair from my mind i want u to pieces of my body inside u ..all inside u ..i want sometimes to be i n ure body ..u in mine ..creeping into the screens ..into the text ..spreading a ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- yes... licking them, swallowing your body from your words, swallowing your text and my tongue deep inside your ass, moving up your intestines, eating your food drinking your drink, my tongue sucking the inside of your nipples, moving throug h your mouth, i'm inside out, inside of you... yes, hands and arms in your cunt, your ass, in your mouth... dripping on you swallowing you eating one another... yes... i'd love to drink your piss, piss it back into your mouth, drink your piss again, purify our- selves... swallow our shit as well, cycle our selves... yes.. my hair... my eyes as well... ------------------------------------------------- ll this fuck ..all this body all these fluids ..i can take this stream from my l eg ..and place it on ure mouth ..and smear the screedn ..and look at ure words t hrough the fluids ..that rf another layer ..another layer ..another layer and pushing all ure fingers ..ure toes ..ure body inside mine ..tipping over on ourselves ..sliding up r skins ..like two snakles ..curling up in each other eat ing each other ..al our food ..all our drinks ..swollowing it up..and i can plac e lil pieces of me ..all my piss onto u ..all around ure mouth ..ure hair ..ure hair will be filled with my smell ..never washing it off..never using anything t o coat ureself in but m n ure body ..u in mine ..creeping into the screens ..into the text ..spreading a ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- yes i will be your body, your remains, your excretions, your tears, i will be- come you, i will have a cunt, i'll piss down my legs, you will swallow it across our bodies, my breasts will be large and penetrated yes, hands and arms in your cunt, your ass, in your mouth... dripping on you swallowing you eating one another... yes... i'd love to drink your piss, piss it back into your mouth, drink your piss again, purify our- selves... swallow our shit as well, cycle our selves... yes.. my hair... my eyes as well... ------------------------------------------------- eg ..and place it on ure mouth ..and smear the screedn ..and look at ure words t hrough the fluids ..that rf another layer ..another layer ..another layer and pushing all ure fingers ..ure toes ..ure body inside mine ..tipping over on ourselves ..sliding up r skins ..like two snakles ..curling up in each other eat ing each other ..al our food ..all our drinks ..swollowing it up..and i can plac e lil pieces of me ..all my piss onto u ..all around ure mouth ..ure hair ..ure hair will be filled with my smell ..never washing it off..never using anything t o coat ureself in but me ..always us ..u can wash me in u ..i will be ure body . . ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- yes i will be your body, your remains, your excretions, your tears, i will be- come you, i will have a cunt, i'll piss down my legs, you will swallow it across our bodies, my breasts will be large and penetrated i love your words scarred into me, love their incisions into my breasts, their incisions across my throat, my thighs, my cock incised, my labia... you must cut me thin... yes.. we will lie in one anothers bodies... you will shit on me, smear me, we will lie across ourselves... you will drip from your cunt, that will be my only food... i belong to you, i will always belong to you... ------------------------------------------------- with ure whole self ..keep there ..kjkeep there ..never move ..don't move suffo cate me with ureself ..alll over my face ..take my cunt ..put it in ure mouth ea t it up ..become me ..have my cunt ..take it it is ures..give my ure cock ..plac e it here and here ..try this ...this ing each other ..al our food ..all our drinks ..swollowing it up..and i can plac e lil pieces of me ..all my piss onto u ..all around ure mouth ..ure hair ..ure hair will be filled with my smell ..never washing it off..never using anything t o coat ureself in but me ..always us ..u can wash me in u ..i will be ure body . . my lips wreatching ..all over ure eyes ..dripping all myself ..and u covering me ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- my cum is yours, yes, my saliva, my sweat... we will eat each other... devour each other... we will bleed upon one another... i want to be you, want to feel your bones in me, feel your tongue in me, feel your tears in me, feel all of you, i want your cunt opening into me, wide open, filled with you your cunt, that will be my only food... i belong to you, i will always belong to you... i want to be your hole... i want to give you my cock my hands my legs give you my mouth my words, i am yours ------------------------------------------------- with ure whole self ..keep there ..kjkeep there ..never move ..don't move suffo cate me with ureself ..alll over my face ..take my cunt ..put it in ure mouth ea t it up ..become me ..have my cunt ..take it it is ures..give my ure cock ..plac e it here and here ..try this ...this hole that is meant for u ..that is here and we will live from each others bodies ..never needing to eat ..anything but u s ...till we no longer x sist in body ..till we r in another space ..smeared wit h blood ..and cyumings...all over ..and flying in it ..cy ing in it ...laying in it ... . my lips wreatching ..all over ure eyes ..dripping all myself ..and u covering me ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- each other... we will bleed upon one another... i want to be you, want to feel your bones in me, feel your tongue in me, feel your tears in me, feel all of you, i want your cunt opening into me, wide open, filled with you my cunt is dripping now, erect, my cunt is hard for you, i hold my breath, my hard cunt against your own... i am touching you, your lips against mine, you are taking me you can take me anywhere i belong to you ------------------------= m------------------------- take u ..were were .were can i take u too e it here and here ..try this ...this hole that is meant for u ..that is here and we will live from each others bodies ..never needing to eat ..anything but u s ...till we no longer x sist in body ..till we r in another space ..smeared wit h blood ..and cyumings...all over ..and flying in it ..cy ing in it ...laying in it ... living from the body ..till it no longer exsists ..till it becomes another space ..there we can fuck ..fuck in dreams ..cum inside me ..alojng here ..through he re live here forever ..in here ..touch here ..licjk here ..all here ..were can i ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- wide open, i am sucking you, i am swallowing your period, your clots, your blood, your blood is everyone upon us, we are savage, we are so savage... we are swimming in the blood, we are swimming in the blood you soak my eyes, my sight is through you, the film of blood, through your piss, your shit, my hair is covered with your shit, i will live like that... savage and swimming among you, belonging to you i will touch you everwyhere, we will heal one another, we will fill my hole, fill me, open my hole so wide, my body is a tube, nestled among you... ------------------------------------------------- take u ..were were .were can i take u too climb up my leg ..into here ..this is soft ..this is smelling of this this rtext ..it is not stoping ..it is purple it ..is huge ..i have a huge cunt ..it is bi g for us to fit in ..and ride in ..to swim in ..put ure self ..all ure self ..hj ereeeri want ure skin to cover my body ..to touch ever place at once ..take my s kin and pout it there ..in that place ..this one ..up ure leg in ure hole ..clim bing in ure holes .. and wrapping all ure body drinks ..in my mo ..there we can fuck ..fuck in dreams ..cum inside me ..alojng here ..through he re live here forever ..in here ..touch here ..licjk here ..all here ..were can i ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- tear away the world... i will sweat, spit, vomit in it... my mouth covers your swollen lips, sucking you forever, i am bound to you there, hungered with you there... yes you must put your cunt ring through my cock make me part of you i want to wear you want to wear you in pain and pleasure always knowing the touch of you always knowing the breath the blood of you i am so swollen you must penetrate me now, trembling, my blood flowing on to you... yes, all blood, all blood.... ------------------------------------------------- sit on this ring of silver here ..here ..swinbg on it ..bite it ..away away from my skin ..take it prick it in u ..keep it here ..suck it here ..and this cunt i s shaking and the keyboard is shaking and all this is filmed in blood ..all this is filmed in us ..a c kin and pout it there ..in that place ..this one ..up ure leg in ure hole ..clim bing in ure holes .. and wrapping all ure body drinks ..in my mouth ..sucking them from u ..keeping a llfin my mouth ..in my mouth ..dripping it down ure skin from my lips .. rom all my s swollen lips ... lip ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- everywhere on me, my legs are splayed, almost in pain yes.. pressing you so hard against the wall, flattening you, splaying you as well, my face rough against your own i want to wear you want to wear you in pain and pleasure always knowing the touch of you always knowing the breath the blood of you i am so swollen you must penetrate me now, trembling, my blood flowing on to you... yes, all blood, all blood.... my legs are spread wide, i can smell my shit mingled with yours, yours is ------------------------------------------------- sit on this ring of silver here ..here ..swinbg on it ..bite it ..away away from my skin ..take it prick it in u ..keep it here ..suck it here ..and this cunt i s shaking and the keyboard is shaking and all this is filmed in blood ..all this is filmed in us ..a coating of us on the screen and i wish ure cock was up my arse right now here ..hard and pressing me against the wall ..here herhe on the walll faces against p objects here against the wal l my s swollen lips ... lip ---------------------------= YTalk version 3.0 (2) =---------------------------- everywhere on me, my legs are splayed, almost in pain yes.. pressing you so hard against the wall, flattening you, splaying you as well, my face rough against your own we will eat each other standing... i spit into your mouth, spit on your face, you spit on mine, we hunger for the taste of us yes you must give me the cloth... i will put it in my mouth my hole i will cover your fluids... you must put it deep in your ass as well... send me the cloth send it to me i want it inside of me, wet all around me, soaked ------------------------------------------------- and i wish ure cock was up my arse right now here ..hard and pressing me against the wall ..here herhe on the walll faces against p objects here against the wal l and this cloth is u ...and u r here ..in my cunt ..cobvering all this for u ..ta ke it it in ure mouth ..take it ,,.pout it in ure hole ..wear it ..cum here cum here ..i want u now here ..poput it here..and stick it here ..fuck ure spitting on my mouth and dripppojng down here ..i can lick it taste it ...taste itla;LKJ lip ______________________________________________________________________________ lalala We are cyber-shamanisms, we extend the body into blank spaces behind the head, extend the body down below where the posts are blank blank blank; those of us who write the entrails the debris of space, torn fragments of time: I fucked you in 1932 Those of us bulging the body in the well, ligaments down _there_ world down _there_: you put the cover on the well you put the cover on the well you put the cover on the well you put the cover on the well you put the cover on the well You close the gape gap hiatus chiasm crossed by ligaments down _there_ of your desire: you soft reboot hard reboot; you kill delete; you hex it: check it for virus: the virus is the smell of our holes: those of us sloughed in the entrails: Check out the hard drive soft drive: piss travels the interior edges of the computer casing; blood leaks from the floppy slit; cum etches the CPU, shit covers the motherboard-fatherboard: You turn the machine off, burn the disks, corrupt the files: O Malevolent Light Glows hard drive tethered to the thin winged arm, head reading data hard data: _you put the cover on the well well_ _you put the cover on the well well_ you smell your holes everywhere against the lip of the screen, pull the plug, cut the circuit breaker, smash the fuse, cut the wires: you say nothing I pull my veins out for you: you say nothing: miracle of cartoons you put the body in the well, you put the cover on the well: O Violation Fabric of Torn Space and Time! Tiffany rags on me, I go inside her and up through her everywhere, I am her favorite parasite She shows me what to see through her eyes I see the well an open hole & there are no fuses in this beautiful kingdom, and no wires, & there are no screens in this space of miracles: My love is not a macro! (Tiffany extends her hands through the keyboard down into her) (Tiffany teaches me everything) ___________________________________________________________________________ (This may be of interest, because we're always coming up against the screen, waves lapping against the surface. So the body extends into /through it in savage rites, extends itself, leaves its trails. What happens leaves the screen in a series of moves (see my third text writings), Unixtalk, telephone calls, snail mail of all sorts, and here the nail and hair clippings, traces, residues, assert themselves, be- cause we're on the antipodes, this is antipode-body, antipode caress) ------------------------------------- (from what's being said - piercing, the cloths) I think if you pierced me, it would be not the same as for you pierced because it would be my only time, because it would be you marking me, because it would be a bond, because I would have your ring in me, I would love a ring from your cunt, pressing against me, keeping me aroused, breaking through my body, making me yours... And I would love the cloths so I can absorb your fluids, exchange them, cover myself in you, so I could take them with me, one after another and I can imagine a theater as well from this, taking a piss cloth, a blood cloth, a shit cloth, matching or contradicting the day, bending my body around the reside of yours, dreaming, conjuring the flesh always present before me, inhaling you, inhabiting you this is a theater of the flesh, my tongue coated with you, you course through my veins, our marrows intertwined ... --------------------------------------------- (and is this our future, all of ours, the closure of perfect technology, the appearance of the so-called primitive beneath or within it, the two co-habiting, developing a new evolution of the body, cyborg-pierced?) Alan _________________________________________________________________________