dark virtue, dark sublime (for leni reifenstahl) i i dream of the woman's voice, hundreds of kilometers away in the night- time wind and rain, coming closer, almost broken up, received on a boat on a stormy sea, fading in and out, the man from maine at the controls, her presence most real, we discuss the flatness of the world wide web ii the infinite depths of radio in the dark night, and the flatness-now of the computer screen, rubbed raw against our skin, as if this were all the world that is, this narcissism, decoy of the infinite :you listened to a woman, north north cape breton, on the short-wave, her voice coming through the air, radio in the pulsing air, flooding our bodies, her voice faint, you replied, i can hear you, i can hear you :in the dream, in the pulsing air, in the dream, in the pulsing air, between cape breton and the rest of the world, in the fog and thin dark rain, we were on the boat, you were a man i knew in maine ::and more distance and radio and distance come with me, the infinite depths of radio in the dark night, and the flatness-now of the computer screen, rubbed raw against our skin, as if this were all the world that is, this narcissism, decoy of the infinite , this world disappearance into mist, this irretrievable iii radio was the voice pining in the radiating distance through the storm; internet is the cleansed interior positioning the body : radio was the truth, internet the corporate; radio was the labor of the world, internet effortless :radio makes distance that internet takes away; radio is irretrievable distance, the reflection of the universe among the universe; screen is cauterization, the imminent promise and premise of goods; radio is you, is audio, through you and within you; internet promises you and surplus you as a given, as an object, as a goods:: collapses the radio beauty, cleansed fragmentation and propriety protocol of the net, my pocket panoramas iv as a child, short-wave brought me the world and withdrew the world; i heard the lightning before the thunder, knew of the weathering sun; in this dream, i'm returned through the maternal to the infinite, given the language of the air; through this dream, the trans-national disappears - the equipment was so old! and working and bringing down the voice from everywhere; in the dream, the voice and wind and rain, the vacuum-tube of the radio, interior hearths; in the dream the dissolutions of narcissisms; in the dream, atmospherics _ Little Poem that's easy for you to say; you've never been there before - your open mouth and a leer - that's easy for you to say. that's easy for you to hear; you've not been deafened by war - you know you'll get by some way - that's easy for you to hear. that's easy for you to sense; you've always lived for more - i've lost a mind, nothing is here - that's easy for you to sense. your being takes me by surprise; existence is denied me - nights like these, I'm not here and nothing surprises me. i can taste and hear and see; what is here isn't me; there's no me to be surprised, and no existence sensing other real. __ i can taste and hear some / i can run some and walk some / i can eat and drink some / i can breath some / i can see some / i can't taste and hear much / i can't run much and walk much / i can't eat much and drink much / i can't breath much / i can't see much / i don't know how to say to you / i know how to talk to myself / i can hug myself some and hug myself / i can cuddle with me and cuddle me / some things i can't do so well / i can't do some things / some things make me huddle next to things / some things i can see some / i can't say much / i can't talk well / if i have something to say i guess i'll say it / sometimes i'll be silent and then i won't have to say anything / if i knew you better but it's too much / it's too much to see and hear things / it's too much to say things / it's too hard / some things like this make me curl up next to some things / i'm huddling now / some things i can see some / i'm cuddling now / _ Non-Standard Inscription of Ashur-nasir-pal II Homing, herein I write my declarations, my names, all of you know my names. Ashur-nasir-pal, I'm the ruler here, even Izanagi and Izanami are obeisant in these parts, I'm the favorite of Daishin Nikuko, I carry the their vajra into Ashur, I'm the king of the names of the world, you can't have their names; I carry them, because I'm the son of Daishin Nikuko, the son of Izanagi and Izanami, I'm the king of the names of the world, yes I am, I'm the king of the names of the world and the king of Assyria too (which has a lot of land), did I tell you I'm the son of Adad-nerari, the king of the names of the world and the king of Assyria too (which has a lot of land), the strongest here, I've memorized all the names, just about every one of them, I don't think there's any I've forgotten, Daishin Nikuko has taught me well, but I also trust Ashur, who wouldn't, he's just about the best there is, in the four directions, did I tell you I know the names of all four of them, anyway, Ashur takes care of his people, he's really strong, but not as strong as Izanagi and Izanami, but strong enough, more than the waters that are rolling in on occasion, I could tell you about the flood, anyway as I was saying, I rule even those who don't want to be ruled because I know their names and maybe they don't, and this includes just about everyone, I'm the terrific warrior, did I say thanks to Ashur, and I walk all over enemies everywhere just by saying their names, I certainly bring them down a notch or two, because I live by my trust in everyone's name, Izanagi for example, and Izanami for another, I think I mentioned Ashur and I know somewhere along the line I said Daishin Nikuko, I named all the lands around and even the names of just about everyone living in them, you can be sure of that, it made me in real tight control, and they gave me things, and they had a lot of names as well, I took their names, yes I did, and it gave me a certain edge, Ashur and Izanami picked me out of the usual group of people, gave me my name and the name of the kingships, and gave me the weapon of knowing everyone in these parts, I yelled the names at the troops of Lullumu who were everywhere, this happened while they were trying to fight, and as for the others from Nairi, Chabchu, and Shubaru, I know all of them, their names and everything, I roared their names like Adad did, he had a name which was Adad and he used it, and then there was Izanami and Izanagi, did I mention Shumarh and Adad, they also came along, I yelled the names from one bank to the other of the Tigris, and all across Lebanon, you should have heard it, and the Big Sea as well and all of Laqu and Suhu and even to Sato and Hokkaido and Rapiqu, and they just about all gave up, oh, there's more, did I tell you I got the land from the Subnat River to Urartu, knew all of them, and took stuff from the Kirruru pass to Gilzanu, that was harder, I almost forgot things, but then I was onto the banks of the Lower Zab to the Til Bari upstream from Zaban and then from Til sha Abtanni to Til sha Zabdani, I've been doing pretty well, you'd better believe it, studying night and day, day and night, Shamash guiding me, it was incredible, all this work, but pretty soon I knew everyone in the whole region, just as I told you, even from the Babite pass through all the way to Hashmar, I never did get to Tamtu Babibu, but I heard it was pretty incredible, so I set up a lot of people all over the place, keeping track of the names, it was far too much for one person, I didn't even know whether or not or how many lands or worlds were involved, but I sure did know their names, and when I'd have to, I could learn them all over again, everyone's to be sure, well, as I said, I'm Ashur-nasir-pal, and I worship all the names and hold them in my beleaguered hands, and I'm the fierce dragon naming all the cities and the mountains, naming all the valleys and the rivers, naming all the streams and rocks, and even the grains of sand, to their full extent, giving all their names to the full extent, I'm not afraid of anything, I'm the dragon-lion and the lion-dragon, I'm called the Dragon-Lion and the Lion-Dragon, and with one naming I can lose the mountain and the sea and the city and whole nations, families, and rocks and grains of sand to their full extent, everyone's giving up around me in the six and nine directions under the ten suns, well, there was Kalbu which Shalmaneser the Assyrian king, built up, anyway I had to rebuilt it, I remembered everyone's name just like that, in an instant of an eye, I brought all these people whose names I knew to live there, from Laqu, Sirqu (you remember Sirqu I'm sure, it's just across the Euphrates from here), all of Zamua, Bit Aidini, Chattu and Lubarnu, they'd have a good time getting to work, oh, and I also removed the ancient tell, it was pretty dilapidated, I went down to the beginnings of the waters and put 120 courses of brick down there, they were all inscribed with the names, and the courses of bricks with names ran all the way up to the surface, and then I built a palace of curved jewels and gold and swords and cedar (that was for the halls), and cypress and juniper, everything was named just with the right degree of naming, there was also boxwood and teak, terebinth and tamarisk, and I did this all to be happy and to sit back or recline and continue with the naming which was occupying a lot of my time by this point, anyway, I also put in a lot of animals from the deserts and mountains, and valleys and rivers, and they were all named, and some of them were in private quarters, and some were skillfully fashioned out of marble and alabaster just so, there's no end to them, I used limestone as well, then I put in the gates which were named for the five directions and the eight directions, they had names skillfully fashioned just above them, I gave them the names they bear, everything beautifully bordered with bronze studs, did I mention the doors, they were made from cedar and curved jewels and marble and limestone and cypress and cedar and juniper and cedar and terebinth and cedar and tamarisk and mirrors and swords and cedar thereabouts, I put a lot of stuff into that palace, you'd have to see the silver and gold and iron and steel and bronze and tin and copper, it is all over the place, and I took it and put it all inside and I was busy everywhere with the naming for many months and years, even right up to the present, and I have to thank Ashur and Daishin Nikuko and Shamash and Ashur and Ashur for all that. __ Re\Working of Text 8 (Kish 1930, 143+175h), trans. I. J. Gelb in Sargonic Texts in the Ashmolean Museum, Oxford, University of Chicago, 1970: ir-e-ma-mam:the ir\emum:Enki loves:: driven in by the SIM-GIG tree, so good is the sweet scent come into you, orchard:the SIM-GIG tree of incense, by its spume, by its semen:comes into the sanctuary, comes in just like that:: I took your mouth, you didn't know where I was:I took your mouth, you didn't know where I was:driven in by the spume of the SIM-GIG tree, its sweet smell waking my lover:: driven in by the spume of the SIM-GIG tree, its sweet smell waking my lover, I took your mouth, I didn't know where I was I cut from the cedar and the tamarinth, cut from the cypress and the darkwood:I took your vulva of evil, leaping into you, orchard of sin:I took your vulva of evil, leaping into you, orchard of sin:I was among you, orchard, you were among me, orchard: ir\emum give her to me:tangling her with your song, your lips, your sound, the song in your arms, cedar with me:shepherd gathering me into the flock, orchard gathering me hard among the fruit:: you will bring her to me:you will bring her to me:she swoons, languors, breathes: she swoons, languors, breathes: ir\emum taking her, seizing her, of Inanna's and Ishara's languor, I will bring her to me, of ir\emum I will bring her to me:: En-ki ir-e-ma-am, era-a-am, ir\emum :zawarum, by ir\emum come together, zawarum, by Inanna:so that her zawarum and my zawarum, so that his zawarum and your zawarum, by ir\emum come together:: zawarum joined together zawarum joined together, by ir\emum come together:: bring her to me, bring her to me:: bring her to me, bring her to me:: _ Adad This is for her, gold and juniper orchards, everyone was named Adad and used the "Adad," and then there was Izanami and Izanagi, did I mention I brought all these people whose names I knew to live there, from Adad? I'm the terrific warrior, did I say thanks to her and her, and I walk all over Adad and "Adad," they also came along, all of them. All the streams and rocks, and even the grains of sand, to their fullest and nothing surprises me. And I built a palace of curved jewels and gold and swords and cedar because I knew their names and maybe they don't, and this includes breath, swoon, and languor. Ir\emum takes her, seizing her, called the Dragon-Lion and the Lion-Dragon, and with one naming I can take her. It's all over; I can taste her and hear and see; i can't breathe much. It's too much to see her and hear in an instant of an eye, the interior of her body. "Adad" was her lover, I took her mouth, I didn't know where I was. __ i've been burning cdrom it is now up to edition 2.06 with advanced improvement html firstpage and flash collaboration with reiner strasser / annie abrahams added as well as nu images there are articles from 80s to now and the file system of texts is uptodate so am gathering my material in editions advancing of which the original railroad earth was 1.0 and now look 2.06 this is a heap of work but this explains as i run crazy through editions why i am not writing all too much but have in fact been thinking about two noh plays atsumori and matsukaze in terms of solo dance you can always order and incise yourself into one or another edition and i will send the latestest to you. but you must still end that sad 14 USD to me and i will send you the latestestest do you see how capital works, running fast thru edition, get them all! and to be sure USD capital/ized here so exciting - Alan __ bullae they say you run it towards you they say you turn it to the left turn it to the right, they say you run it from you, they say you turn it up turn it down tilt it this way, he's writing it she covered her mouth with her cloth she covered her mouth with his cloth "la nu-un-ba(-e) tug ba-an-dul 'she did not open her mouth, she covered it with a cloth' Nippul Trial 14" who is covering her mouth with a cloth a cloth within her mouth, covering her, "ma zeh" what is this, suddenly, who is covering her fingers her face her eyes, who is taking away her stylus, who inscribes her tilt it that way, she's writing it all down "ubur'-du-ga-na ka ma-ra-ni-in-ba ga- nam-sul-la mi-ri-in-gu" she puts her breast on you, you take her milk, she she wipes her stains with her cloth, she has stained you with her stain-cloth, she can hardly see you, you can see "ma zeh" barely, she can breathe barely, she can barely see tilt it this way, he's writing it all up wa wa alan close your mouth, no one wants to look inside, who is adding this cloth to your mouth, who is covering your face "open the knee, hurry up, your desire covers him, your desire takes her" she can hardly breathe, she can barely see, she can hardly write, someone has her stylus, someone drawing blood, someone her inscribing tilt it that way, she's writing it all out siskur-alan-lugal ASJ 1, 19 _ GALGAL==burn=tablet==practice 1.0=2 .01=2 .02=2 .03=2 .04=2 .05=2 .05b- 2.06- 2.06b :ejac ulate -anot her=p enetr ate== anoth er=op en=an other -clos e=ano ther- displ ay=an other :=cha nge=m enu,- virgi n==== versi on=nu mber- :burn ing=d isk=a fter- disk, -file -disp ersio ns,=p artia l=or= trans itory -obje cts,- anoth er=cd rom=f inish ed,=e ject/ inser t=ano ther, -ba=b u=be be=ba -bu=b e=ga- ge=gu -be=g o=ba- bu=bo -bi'- be,=g algal -:12- 13=14 -15=1 6:=== versi on=nu mber- :burn ing=d isk=a fter- disk, -file -disp ersio ns,=p artia l or: an=== other -open -anot her=c lose- anoth er=di splay -anot her:- chang e=men u,=== virgi n:1.0 -2.01 -2.02 -2.03 -2.04 -2.05 -2.05 b=2.0 6=2.0 6b:ej acula te=an other penet rate: burne d=vir gin=v ersio n=hun ger=l ost:- 1.0=2 .01=2 .02=2 .03=2 .04=2 .05 2.05b== -2.06 -2.06 b:eja culat e=ano ther- penet ratio n,=ve rsion -numb er=:b urnin g==== disk- after -disk ,=fil e=dis persi ons,- parti al=== ===== ===== = +++ * STDIN chunk 2 & did keep that hearing & did dream & now continue dreaming & now cannot wake & am tired of the world of dreams:use of unitialized value :: her one eye open & she was breathing towards that very end & un- conscious & so still in that night & we did not sleep & that morning did hear the phone ring:return to this specific process program with "main :: sign" used only once :: september 16 2000 :: 6 months ago _now_ my mother died :: want these signs :: eaten:: return to this specific process program with "main::sign" used only once :: september 16 2000 :: 6 months ago _now_ my mother died :: want these signs :: eaten STDIN chunk 2 & did keep that hearing & did dream & now continue dreaming & now cannot wake & am tired of this world of dreams i am so _look_ +++ * * there are those who will recognize these as modem signals of dis- connect, & did type them & the disease did take hold & i was removed from this world _ the incessant shaking of the world, Levinas, insomnia it is too abstracted. it is open to the making of the world. surround and no thing; it is open and the cry of entities are heard at a distance. the hunger. it is never a moment of proper awakening. i see the world exhaus- ted, decathected of meaning. it is my privilege to witness the exhaustion of the world, its uneasy lies. my illness is derived from the cloth of my world. i write somnolent, exhausted. therefore entities shimmer, are gone, before their mentioning. the guise of the name is all they possess, which closes them down. i see through the lies of the name. inscribed on tablets of stone and clay the guise of the name is all they possess; they're closed down. entities are uncanny; they lose their moor- ing in the guise of the name. your enunciation naming entities is uncanny; they lose their mooring in the guise of the name. ghost ghost ghost ghost ghost:thing thing thing thing thing:name name name name name:thing name ghost:ghost thing name: write cliffs ghost thing name through ghost ghost ghost ghost ghost. "Your line is read and re-inscribed. - "Consider the next element you will apply. "Your token should be inscribed at this point? "How would you define this line of thought? "List a partial third inscription, words. "You're written with fingers. "Your inscription finished, you have created $thing. 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are=y ou=sa tisfi ed=wi th=yo ur=ex cresc ence, =tume scenc e,=in scrip tive= growt h,=== cunei form= sylla bics, =alph abeti cs=on =the= front ier,= "alph abeti sm"?= no=== you'r e=wri tten= with= milk, =with =brea sts,= with= tongu es,=w ith=s pittl es.== finis hing, =you' ve=cr eated =$thi ng. your= wedge =fall s=on= me open= my=fi ngers == Lo=there,=they=are=inscribed=with=the=names,=and=the=courses=of=brick,=lo who=inscribes=her,=lo=drawing=blood,=someone=inscribing=her,=lo=inscribed on=tablets=of=stone=and=clay,=the=guise=of=the=name=is=all=they=know,=lo= your=inscribed=incision,=lo=your=surface,=lo,=your=point=read,=inscribed, your=point=inscribed=at=this=point?=precisely=at=this=point,=inscribed=== point-to-point=by=point,=precisely=at=this=point,=your=cuneiform=inscrip- tion,="Something with You to take with You that is the Real You."======== _ beneath the dark blue robe of cloth everywhere from beneath i placed the camera under your skirt, flashed up; you returned the favor, such beauty of upright legs centered in vio- lent intrusions, how interiors meander cloth of thick skirt thick dark blue cloth of robe dimmed holes and shafts measured against black backdrop of thick night, the imaginary inscription, i harden constantly, imagine grappling from every direction, from everyone, hard, moist, furi- ous with desire for our bodies open everywhere looking at the images i became aroused, incandescent, imagining ourselves naked,* grappled from below, beneath, within the public sphere, supermarket, hair salon i place the camera under your robe, flash up; you return the favor, flush up, such beauty of upright legs centered in violent intrusions, how inter- iors meander cloth of thick dark blue robe of cloth thick cloth robe *did we do this? i do not remember, your thick skirt, open on me in every direction I do not understand this!! __ Uruk ,tneiciffus s'tahw ,decnad srettel drahs-eniargim ,ssenderit morf thcadeg ,sinep hs'u ,noitaicnune na nekot a si ,msinahcem lacigolohparg a nevig ,evals osla ,nam _,tniop eht ta_ debircsni eb dluohs nekot ruoy' ,tcere fo lrig-evals' ,ub-ub-bI emeg' ,uoy rof slamina eht dellik i' ,lrig-evals snoitseuq emas eht ,siht fo derit m'i ,dog ,ereh teg i did woh ,ububI ,lrig evals emeg ...zzzhhhhcszt ,gnilzzis fo thcadeg ,detaeper dna deksa ym fo tuo ezakustam teg t'nac i ;suoiruf ,nagro elam eht tuoba gnihtemos ,snoe rof deremmay ev'ew ,ereht reifidom tnemrag ,mut-mi-iz gut 1 ,dnim ,gninrub m'i ,em pleh' ,...zzzhhhhcszt ,lrig-evals ,emeg fo thcadeg ,detaeper dna deksa snoitseuq emas eht .siht fo derit m'i ,dog ,nagro elam eht tuoba gnihtemos ,lrig evals emeg ...zzzhhhhcszt ,gnilzzis -dom tnemrag ,mut-mi-iz gut 1 ,dnim ym fo tuo ezakustam teg t'nac ,suoiruf ,ssenderit morf thcadeg ruoy ecalper ,snoe rof deremmay ev'ew ,ereht reifi -nahcem lacigolohparg a nevig ,tneiciffus s'tahw ,srettel drahs-eniargim ,ecnone na nekot a si ,msi slavretni citammargoedi htiw noitressa rttaetilih rtta_sutats rtta_isna rttatesct rttategct == The Ideogrammar Ikukonay ashay ittenwray andway allenfay intoway isthay aptray ofway okenbray or dsway andway exhaustionsway oughthray iddlemay-ountrycay athspay, ooklay orfay e rhay iddlemay-ountrycay aysway :::: Write wrists through my ! :::: proclamation with ideogrammar :::: I do not understand your tongue! |]] |:/HELLO |: ________________________________________________:| 6666]6666666666666666666666666666666666666666666|:| 6666]6666666666666666666666666666666666666666666| Write streams |5]5555555555555555555555555555555555555555555555| through my |]] |! :::: !slavretni rammargoedi htiw hpargoloh :::: !slavretni rammargoedi htiw noisicni dark virtue, dark sublime :::can taste her and hear and see; i can't breathe much. It's too much to see:by this point, proclamation with ideogrammar! :::: incision with ideogrammar | o o. o|:| o o.oo |:___________:: imperative with ideogrammar Nikuko has written and fallen into this trap of broken words and exhaustions through middle-country paths, look for her middle-country ways Ikukonay ashay ittenwray andway allenfay intoway isthay aptray ofway:::incision with ideogrammar: Does replace your Ikukonay ashay ittenwray andway allenfay intoway isthay aptray ofway? pronouncement with ideogrammar is across my boulders ofway:::incision with ideogrammar: Does replace your Ikukonay:Ikukonay ashay ittenwray andway allenfay intoway isthay aptray::: Your imperative names my 48 ! manuscripts with ideogrammar _ jabes ideogrammar *(Le Livre des Questions) Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair. Your his Tous les chemins sont de chair. is on my hers Tous les chemins sont de chair. Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.: Your imperative names my ! proclamation with ideogrammar! Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair. Write rocks Tous les chemins sont de chair. through my Tous les chemins sont de chair.! Write pebbles Tous les chemins sont de chair. through my Tous les chemins sont de chair.! Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair.:Tous les chemins sont de chair. 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SEND MONEY FAST!! == homing, herein i write her declarations, her names, all of you know her, she can barely see, she can hardly write, someone has stolen her stylus in some world. i write somnolent, exhausted. therefore entities shimmer, are gone, write cliffs ghost thing name through ghost ghost ghost ghost ghost, written by ghosts, written by homing ghosts, hungry ghosts, ghosts searching for homes, ghosts she can see, ghosts she can write their names preta == Four Women and Men! Enlightenment! Born low, we aspire high; our families embarrass us! I have killed my father and was well satisfied. I killed my mother as well, and, it does not matter whether you believe me or not, I killed an Arhat as well. I further cut open the body of the Buddha, releasing the blood of enlightenment. I talked about these things in the order and created considerable dissension. With blood on my hands, I continued to study. How terrible I am! Our clothes are a filthy mess, covered with dirt, blood, and excrement! I believe that being bound by beautiful women and men will bring about my salvation. When I am bound, I am fondled and my passions reach the highest level Buddha-enlightenment. My family is miserable because of these unnatural interests of mine, which I follow religiously. Such interests have rendered me and many beautiful women and men diseased; nevertheless, we continue in these activities. I have induced them to begin wars without end, defiling the very age we live in. The flowers in our hair are really wilted! I am afraid that all this is not sufficient, that I will not have enough to live on, and that my reputation will be tarnished. Why not? I have violated everything, indulged in every depravity without conquering them, created misery throughout the world. Having caused the death of so many others, I fear death myself, becoming a hungry ghost starving and doomed to wander this war-torn world. I fear many will organize and turn against me, hunting me down as an innocent and wounded animal. Our bodies smell so bad no one will get near us! How wonderful! I have desire for these wonderful beautiful woman and men, who fulfill my every need. Together, we hate the world as a group; nonetheless we are lazy in our actions, depressed in their consequences. When we try nothing, we are wild with excitement, and excitedly wild; we indulge in every transgression, swallowing each other's urine and feces, exposing ourselves in public places, using animals for illicit purposes. Still, deep within me, doubt remains supreme; is this the way to Enlightenment? We're sweating! Look at us! We've done it! == ideogrammar: desire for substrate i want a buddhism without buddha, divinity and divine as options only::: with reincarnation as option only, with paths and not path. i: want chant as option only, with heavens and hells as option only. i want a buddhism with masters, teachers, and obedience as option only:::: i desire redemp- tion as option only. i need indra's net. i: i: chant as option only, with heavens and hells i need indra's net. i? inscription with ideogrammar! a hungry ghost and want desires.: only. i want a taoism with buddhism. i want nothing of your nothing. i am:want a buddhism with taoism without immortals, with immortals as an option only:: your pronouncement names my pronouncement with ideogrammar :a hungry ghost and want desires.:only. i want a taoism with buddhism. i want nothing of your nothing. i am:: ::a hungry ghost and want desires.:: does a hungry ghost want desires.? proclamation with ideogrammar ideogrammar: freedom of buddhist belief from all teachers and schools == i am:: red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost red dust hungry ghost == JENNIFER on want i want a world without teachers and the fools who gladly serve the state. i want a world with perfect knowledge, without scripture of any kind. i need full literacy in my world. i need people to think for themselves without gurus of any kind. i want a world with sufficient nourishment and self restraint, with stable population and plenty for all. where will i find this world. i want a world with housing and education for everyone with true-real knowledging distributed everywhere. i want a world in which everyone may be an artist and true-real distribute artworks on a world- wide scale to the applause of everyone. where will i find this. i want a world without guns and with animals and plants well protected and free- roaming. i want a world without weapons of any kind in which all organisms may find their proper ecological niches without interference and with true coherence. where is this world. i want a world without blind obedience to faith in which there is absolute equality of all races and genders and ages. i want an end to ageism, racism, religious and sexual persecutions, biases of all kind. where can i find this world. i want a world in which i may live freely and without interference of any kind. where is this. i want a world in which humans are given health care no matter what their status. i want a world without nations. i want a world of total and perfect communication. where can i find this world. where is this world. "Since every life-form has its own path to salvation, it will not bother any other." (Hui Neng) == JENNIFER on prayer reading the sutras, the upanishads, the vedas, the analects, where is pro- pitiation? why does the j-c-i tradition insist on giving thanks for gifts we've never asked for - why this constant yammering of thanks - when deity should be brought up before a tribunal, killed once and for all? clearly prayer's of the nature of a contract - there's nothing i can do for you god, but i can constantly praise you - like the oriental despot you are - in the hui neng sutra surely there's obeisance, but it's freely given - results in inward-seeking, satori of the sudden school - it's between one and another, seeker and patriarch (hui neng) - there's nothing elsewise of giving thanks - and for what, in any case - certainly not for an existence one would escape from - yet in the j-c-i there's this spewing of thanks and praise - it's out of this, i'd insist, that techne arose - technology poured forth - the emblematic of the works of god - look at the end of newton's principia - the horror of it all - i'm a baby theologist - it doesn't take much here to see what's going on - the bourgeois contract given over from imminence to immanence - grounded - since one is sought among the materialities of the world - in foucauldian divinatio, reading the book of nature written by god - we've got to thank him for that one - god, not foucault - when one thinks clearly about it, prayer is horrific itself - it doesn't do anyone any good - it places thought in a supine position - not even mind-clearing - simply supine, crushed by rock - granite-god - mind-numbing - all those absurd myths - christ the son - seven days of nothing etc. - everyone's a chosen people, everyone's got a story to tell - god's sitting somewhere picking them out - he's a jealous one, won't have others around him - the fun is in the others - there's a lot of women waiting in the wings - want thanks as well - mighty devilish of'em - "what's the source of non-attachment - well, it's got no source, manjusri. with non-attachment from the beginning, you've got dharmas just about everywhere." = tao of dhtml moving, not moving the slightest pulsing is brighter brightest dimmer then scrolling then scrolling from everywhere except the two scrolling in every nothing entertaining, the perfect nothing figuring, configuring, figuring out popup alerts, what emerges from the screen has always been within within and without, no hurry . disappearances, the wind . the gathering-together, the fallen . the moving-apart, the touching . the emptiness, neither personage . the hill, the darkening . the living, the valley spirit . the womb of the valley spirit flowing, never dying, creation's origins real as the slightest, as the strength from the mouth of the womb, the real from the real, the mouth of the womb from the gathering, the dispersion from the dispersion, the gathering . the dispersion, the gathering . the gathering, the dispersion edges, edgings, which are not flooding-room light, softenings . the moving, the bending . the melding, the flowing from the moment of the protocol to the end of the protocol from the moment of the head to the closure of the head from the moment of the body to the closure of the body from the moment of the language to the closure of the language the closure of the language: the turning away the closure of the body: the dreaming, opening of the body the closure of the head: the invisible, the coming-together the end of the closure: the invisible, the dispersion . using, there is always more . unusing, there is just enough the beginning of the tao tao of the beginning __ JENNIFER stalk My stick is my little nighty stick with which I will hit you, and my little naughty stick, with which you will hit me!:Julu is wearing my jumper; I did so beg her! :I haven't seen you for a long time, Jennifer; this seems almost new to me, you with your dirty frock playing in the rain, getting your panties wet; I'm walking by, umbrella in hand...:little we are:little are we I haven't seen you for a long time, Jennifer; this seems so very new to me, you with your dirty frock playing in the rain, getting your panties wet; I'm walking by, umbrella in hand... mind you partying, My stick is my little nighty stick with which I will hit you, and my little naughty stick, with which you will hit me!, with us? Your fashionable little girl am i is in my edgy little girl am i Ah, your masquerade Jennifer with open arms, Jennifer depressed == JENNIFER new-world open. speak of the PRIVACY INCONCEIVABLE. call them FORTH.:WORLD TRUST: speak of nothing closed. speak of PURE VOYEUR EXHIBIT, everything and desire. :call this new world NEW-WORLD. call me JENNIFER of NEW-WORLD. me JENNIFER of the cleaning-up-world. call me JENNIFER of want by chance. in a world of chance, freedom of recuperation. :24285:4:call INCONCEIVABLE. call them FORTH.:everything given freely; nothing given:: speak of PURE VOYEUR EXHIBIT, everything open: nothing open:: speak of the PRIVACY world NEW-WORLD. call me JENNIFER of NEW-WORLD. speak of nothing closed. WORLD TRUST :PURE DEGREE:world trust:pure degree:call this NEW == self-pronunciation: ideogrammar $t = time;::#!/usr/local/bin/perl5 -w:writes inscribes draws pens pencils graphs paints sculpts scratches:@noun = qw( Does #!/usr/local/bin/perl5 -w replace your $t = time;? pronouncement with ideogrammar sleep(1);:$non1 = int rand(7); Your snows print "$name and $$ and $pid - another entity named", "\n\n" if 2==$g; ideogrammar $non = int rand(11); print "For $d $a[$gen2] days, we have been $a[$gen3] and written.";:$gen3 = 48 - int(20*rand);:$d = int((gmtime)[6]);:print "\n\n"; :$u = (time - $t)/60; Write printf "and it has taken you %2.3f minutes to write your last ...", "$u"; through my print "For $d $a[$gen2] days, we have been $a[$gen3] and written" ideogrammar == Water-shedding Shedding water / holding it back / in abeyance / closing the loopholes. For the past two weeks I have been burning cdroms of my work of the past six years; I began with the version I did for a group in Atlanta (that I abandoned) - con/text/sub 1.0. This has led to sub/con/text - the current and final title - versions 2.01, 2.02, 2.03, 2.04, 2.05, 2.06, 2.2, and 2.3. The earlier ones were organizations and reorganizations; the later - 2.2 and 2.3 are the result of opening up other, older, computers I have here, and re-editing a number of texts and files. The directory structure - for such it is - is a tree structure, which has remained pretty coherent through most of the history of computing; the root leads to /cdrom/ - at which point, the directory tree and file trees are reproduced; the various directories are given; there is a readme first text; and there is an index.html opening file if one is entering through a browser. Most of the time, all of this has had to be tuned and retuned; in other words, I have been tuning and retuning six years' worth of work - as well as another 20 or so essays from the 1980s and early 90s. There are some parts of the Internet Text as well (found within the /cdrom/network direc- tory) that go back to the late sixties. I worry that all of this is a tomb, in a way; it contains most of my work I've considered valuable over the past few decades. Odd things such as my Structure of Reality - with its numerous diagrams and ruminations on threshold logics - aren't reproduced, but there are descriptions of them in the Internet Text as well. The three older records (two of which were reissued as cds) aren't included; the films aren't included; and only very recent video segments are found on it. None of the work from my post- industrial group Damaged Life is on it. But the writing is there, in all fullness, and in the /cdrom/program di- rectory are numerous programs exploring some of the fractal measure-geom- etries I discovered (I'm sure not originally), for anyone with qbasic.exe installed to play with. And there is _some_ music, including electric gui- tar, which has been a major interest for years, and shakuhachi, which I have been working intensely with, for the past few. Meanwhile, there are all those graphics - the /cdrom/image directory alone has close to 380 - which form a universe by themselves, resonating with the texts, wrapping themselves around each other and the viewer as well. All of which is to say, the watershed. I've been relieved that my work stands a chance of surviving - the disks holds a great deal of work that is not on line for example - in one or another form, that it might be rediscovered sometime in the future. It's oddly supported now - I haven't done a "real" book since Station Hill took me on in 1984 (Disorders of the Real, 1988) - only magazine and book anthologies, e-venues, etc. So I hope that the electronic venue of the cdrom will hold for at least twenty years or so, at least on antique computers, and that I will, or someone will, be able to update the materials, reconfigure them, in the latest incarnation of mass storage devices. There are issues for me of the phenomenology of the disk; the latest copies have a colored label on the disk itself, instead of bleak black and white - and somehow the whole seems more permanent. And a fair number of them, in one or another version, have been distributed. Nonetheless, a lot of people I would want to have them just haven't been interested - and I ascribe this to - no matter how much the opposite is claimed - an intrans- igent attachment to the _book_ - something I also feel. It's as if the cdrom can only be a _project,_ or _resource_ - but nothing that carries the weight or intimacy of the book - nothing, in short, that is _desirab- le,_ in terms of personal ownership. The relationships and gaps between computer and language are still labeled as "experimental," in spite of years of development (my own first computer works were from 1971 for ex- ample). I know the value of my work; I hold onto it like a hungry ghost that's forbidden sleep or recompense, that wanders, devours everywhere. I get nourishment back-channel which keeps me going, and I'm happy that those people who do want the disks are world-wide (in spite of the postage). But there are times I'm overwhelmed by the massivity, by a theory-thicket so large that it literally borders on substance. I've noted with relief that people tend to find the disks easy to navigate and explore (which is what I intended), and I've thought that this might lead further to the idea that there are language/image worlds opening up through this - that a kind of intimacy may result after all. But the activity is very different; like hypertext, it asks a lot of a reader, a kind of mobility he or she might not be comfortable with. It's odd to roam across the six years. They cover periods of intense dep- ression, of my mother's death, of my successes and failures as list moder- ator, as a writer inspired by such disparate sources as Donald Knuth, old Akkadian, linux, contemporary Japan, and Jabes. Nikuko, Jennifer, Doctor Leopold Konninger, Travis, Clara, Honey, Alan, and Julu come and go; there are explorations of MOOs, netsex, protocols, and the very early history of the Net. Different venues (editing an issue of New Observations on Cul- tures of Internet, and the Lusitania Book, Being on Line; putting together the chapbooks for the parables and The Case of the Real; etc.) produce warps into the fabric, texts tending towards momentary completions (36 new parables for example), images carried to extremes and exhaustion (work with Blender for example). I tried all through the work to keep up both intensity and resonance, as if each piece were my last (which is something always haunting me, dreams of death without recompense or memory). I think for the most part I succeeded, sometimes too well; there are sections of the diary and the Internet Text that I can read only with difficulty at this point. I wonder if this comes through, hoping that resonance will carry through (each text, as if within Indra's net, resonating with, and signaling, every other). And all this fits on a single, distributable disk, finally reaching a pla- teau of organization that _makes sense_ to me, carries a certain weight. I find myself less able to sleep, feeling more physically ill, but as if something were taken care of, taken account of - as if something unaccoun- table and unaccounted for, were, nonetheless, subject to a form of tally. So that my writings now, in a sense, are "beyond the disk," oddly cooled, in a period of hiatus, as I wonder if the disk will be understood, if that even matters, and as I work on distribution. (There are copies still available, of the newer 2.2 and 2.3, through Alan Sondheim, 432 Dean St., Brooklyn, NY, 11217, $14 in any form. End of advertisement.) I find myself spending more time within the languorous temporality of the burner, nap- ping between finished disks popping out on this slow machine. I've burned three copies of music cds as well - The Blue Humans, and the two old LPs that were reissued a few years ago as cds - for backup. I've backed up all my usual miscellaneous files and programs and teaching materials. It's as if I could close up shop. It's as if a kind of work is completed. It's a watershed and water shed - somewhere I'm beneath or elsewhere than all of this, protocols splashing from my body; I'm down deep, inviolate; I'm vulnerable, always in league with death. Internet Text at http://www.anu.edu.au/english/internet_txt Partial at http://lists.village.virginia.edu/~spoons/internet_txt.html Trace Projects at http://trace.ntu.ac.uk/writers/sondheim/index.htm cdrom of collected work 1994-2000/1 available: write sondheim@panix.com === Loneliness of Being King: Shooting Arrows at the Moon Ethelbert (+602) says, "I'm shooting arrows at the moon." 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Ethelbert goes on: "If a freeman steals from the king, he's got to repay nine-fold." Ethelbert, warming up to the subject, continues: "If the king calls every- one together, and someone does evil there, he's got to pay double compen- sation plus 50 shillings to the king." Ethelbert, on to something, adds, "If someone sleeps with one of the king's girls, he owes 50 shillings to the king." Ethelbert's getting really excited; he says, "If someone's fucking the grinding-slave, he owes 25 shillings, and if he's fucking the third-class slave, he owes another twelve." Ethelbert's calming down, states, "If someone's messing with the king's protection, he owes 50 shillings." What about everyone else, he's asked, replies, "It's the usual type of compensation. But I'm going drinking with the king." Someone says, "But you are the king." Ethelbert says, "The arrows of fortune; I drink alone." === Ah'ulabi! Ah'ulab! ("Woe!" old Akkadian), Ah'ulabi! ("Woe is me!") - two forms that deserve recognition, reinstatement in the corpus. "h'" is guttural "ch" as in "Achtung." But you can't mix those languages. Still, in English at the very least I want to argue for the recuperation of this interjection. Why? Ah'ulabi! I'm feeling ill at the moment, and this resonates from the depth of my being. Note I did not say "depths," but confined it to that singular plateau accompanying any sickness. Ah'ulab! for those who feel as I do, unable to focus properly, the nose stuffed, fever high, chills percolating through the body. "Ah'ulabi!" == Hlothhere, Eadric, Wihred, and Ine "Hey, if you walk off with that cup and we're all drinking here, pay up a shilling and twelve to the king!" "But ah'ulab! If you walk out of here with a bit of bloodshed, watch out! Give the king 50 shilling, and do something or other for the host." The host: "I don't care what she gives me. I just want something or other. It's been a rough night, what with the drinking and all." The king: "You shouldn't have taken out that weapon! Now give 12 shillings to me and one to the host. You'll feel better in the morning. Put that away!" "Now let's go somewhere really neat! If you're sacrificing to the devils - I don't care what kind of sacrifice - and your wife doesn't know this, you've got to turn over just about everything! And that's not all - just wait! You've got to give healsfang as well - another 120 shillings! Ah'ulab! Where are you going to get all that?" Host: "It's terrific though if you're a slave! Just pay six shillings and sacrifice to all the devils you want! You might be flogged, but that's a small price to pay!" Slave: "Anything but this, I really don't want to be flogged! I promise to be good, I won't sacrifice to the devils any more! I promise, I promise! Look, I'm sweating!" Host: "Well, we could always fuck of course. But then we'd have to give it all up or be kicked out of the church." Slave: "We could start a church of our own!" Host: "We'd have to get a really big building!" King: "Not if I have anything to do with it!" Host: "We might have to fight, and if anyone fights in the palace, he's got to give up everything and the king decides whether he lives or dies!" King: "That's me as well! Now I don't know what to do! A'hulabi! I'll have to give up everything to the luscious slave! She'll be my master! That sounds excellent!" "If you guys continue fighting and drinking, I'll be really patient and you'll owe me 30 shillings." Slave: "It's worth it! This is really great!" "Hey, we're wandering way off the track here, but we're shouting and blowing horns and making noise in all sorts of ways, so we don't have to be killed or redeemed!" Host: "I promise not to fight in the castle!" ==== Up-to-date kings, Alfred, Athelstan, and Ine "This started with the shields. Don't put sheepskin on a shield! If you "do that, you owe thirty shillings! Ah'ulab! It's worse on Sunday! "And I'd be careful about dogs, because if one bites a guy to death, "he's got to pay six shillings, and that's just for the first offense. "The second time, he'd better have twelve shillings, and the third, "thirty. I suppose after that, we'd better take the dog away. "If you've got a dog, it's called a "pet." "Sometimes a "pet" means a particularly friendly dog. But if you keep "the animal which is killing all these people, you'd better be prepared "to pay. "If you've got any sort of pet, you'd better be prepared to pay. If "you've got a nun you've taken, you've got to pay one-hundred-twenty "shillings. That's an incredible amount! Don't take nuns! It goes half "to the king and half to the bishop and church. "If you've got to "pet nuns," be careful; if the nun has a kid, it's not "going to get any inheritence - and either will the nun! And this is on "top of the one-hundred-twenty shillings. This isn't really worthwhile "unless she's a terrific nun! "You'd better be careful where you're going. If you break into the "castle, you've got to pay one-hundred-twenty! If you break into the "archbishop's place, that's ninety, and if it's just the bishop, it's "sixty. If you break into a man who's got the twelve-hundred wergeld, you "owe thirty; if he's got the six-hundred, fifteen shillings. If you break "into the earl's enclosure, though, it's only five shillings, and that "might be worthwhile! "But ah'ulab! If you break in during Lent or when the army's running "around, you owe double all of that! "Now suppose you're the brother of the nun or just thinking about stir- "ring trouble because your sister's messing about with the bishop. You "can fight the guy any way you want without starting a vendetta, if the "guy's under the blanket with her. This holds with your wife or your "mother or your daughter for that matter. But your mother better be "married, because if she's not, none of this holds and the vendetta is on "its way. So think of it like this - "Your mom screws your dad who leaves her. You're born later on and have "a go at life. Your mom wants a go at it too and takes up with some guy "who lives in the bishop's castle. Say he's a cook. Well you hear about "it, but what can you do? First, you wait until the middle of the night, "sneak into the room and find them both in bed under the blanket. It's "got to be the same blanket - if he's under one and she's under the "other, it doesn't count! Then what? You still can't do anything to help "your mom by killing the cook because she wasn't married in the first "place! So you go out and steal a nun and break into the earl's enclosure "with her and owe one-hundred-twenty shillings, which given everything "else going on in your life, might be worth it after all! "Remember, you can't sell a horse across the sea! You can't even get it "there! Not even if it's a pet!" === The Collection of Papyri in the New Museum We first come to the Collection of Papyri. To the left are two cases which contain book and writing accessories, including an exercise-book of nine wax tablets; to the right, a seated figure of Sebek-hotep with a book and writing-case (fastened on the left breast). On the walls are Texts in the Egyptian Language, the most noteworthy of which are from the Book of the Dead; to the right of the entrance, 3008. Representation of the judgment of the dead; on the right wall, Syrian, Coptic, and Arabic Texts. On the parapet are Greek Texts: in the middle, 11,656. Tax-roll under Hadrian (A.D. 133); 11,547. Decree of Germanicus (A.D. 19); 10,582. Latin-Greek- Coptic conversational book; to the right are fragments of texts from Euri- pides (13,217), Sophocles (9908), Aristophanes (13,231 c), from the 'Per- sians' of Timotheus of Miletus (9875), important as being the oldest Greek handwriting on papyrus (5th cent. B.C., still previous to the Ptolemaic period), Alcaeus (9810), Sappho (9722), and the Iliad (6485 and 11,510). Baedeker's Berlin and its Environs, 1923 === Up-to-date kings in meadows "We've got a big meadow here! "Let's sign the Magna Charta! "Let's make a smaller one! "Ok, we need some rules. "Ok, let's make some rules. "We need a ball! "It's not a game. "Ok, well, you can't murder anyone. "We still need a ball. "Ok, we don't need a ball. "That sounds good. "Does anyone own this place? "I do. "I do. "Well, just kidding. "We don't really know! "I like meadows! "If a slave rapes a slave-woman, castrate him! "Where'd that come from? "Well, it's a rule. "Ok, here's one. If you're a woman and you're screwing wizards and sorcerers, you'll be killed. "That's a little harsh. "But think of it, wizards and sorcerers! "If you burn a tree down around here, you'll pay sixty shillings. "That's absurd. There are no trees here! "It's a meadow! "Well don't burn anything! You know, fire's a thief? "Why's that? "Because it takes what you've got. "But it doesn't keep it! "That's different. I think it eats it though. "We're losing track here. "Okay! If you steal a nun and you're fucking like crazy and have a kid and she dies, her inheritance goes to the king. "Would you forget nuns for a moment? You're always going on about them. Nuns, nuns, nuns. "How about this? Suppose you're a thief over twelve years of age, and you steal over twelve pence, then we'll kill you. "Suppose you've left? There's no reason to stay around with the goods! "Well, we'll look all over for you, at least until everyone's had a go at it. "What if you're looking for this guy and you don't have a horse? "Well then, go on foot! "What if you don't have feet? "You're being silly. "No, you're being silly. "Okay, but if the thief flees to a church or even my palace, no one can attack him. "What if someone does attack him? "Then we'll all hate him and he'll have to give up everything he owns! "Is this the Magna Charta? "Where's the ball? "We're not doing the Magna Charta and we're not playing a ball game. 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If any one hinders the horses' progress, the guard will have to fight. When the horse completes a victorious circuit of the earth and returns to the capital, he is offered as a sacrifice, and the king who performs the sacrifice assumes the title of sovereign, emperor." (Radhakrishnan) it was the man taking the title collapsing the animal it was the naming no longer horses and gods horses and gods the proclivity of the circuit or circuitry from then on, speech, corrals, sacrifice, contract-gift and that is the source of the text spreading like fire on the prairie or the heart of the castle by the very refusal among horses and gods, to include men == The Wisdom Text of Philoctetes the dd:-blindfold- type !wisdom for some advice dd: !wisdom dd: !wisdom h:wisdom in this, and somehow this wisdom filled him, tra- vis-tumescent, with j:mind. poets seeking in their heart with wisdom found the bond of existence kc:conventional wisdom. there is nothing to be gain- ed. everyone's life- kc:like all those sources of "ancient wisdom" proc- laimed in popular kc:ancient wisdom - most peoples got most of it wrong - made a mess out kc:a people, in fact, devoid of wisdom, of simplicity and of depth, kh:mountains of the globe? how great the depth of false wisdom's saturation, ks:all of this leads me to wonder whether wisdom doesn't lie in the will- ks:full of the fascination for things, while age and wisdom bring the long ku:my breast. that is the fount and source of wisdom. but there's no mastery, kz:container's the wisdom we want, we don't have to open it la:such a useless enterprise, wisdom entering through the portal of futility. lc:some say characterize wisdom. lc:of wisdom i know nothing, and of truth, less. i do know that impending ld:nor wisdom save from those in love. lf:primordial names among with nikuko emerging, of wisdom and am- biance, lf:since the latter carries the wisdom of the former." the minis- ter said, lg:wherefore resume each of the points mentioned, and transplant wisdom into lg:medicine and medicine into wisdom. for a physician who is a lover of wis- lg:dom is the equal of a god. between wisdom and medicin there is no gulf lg:fixed; in fact medicine possesses all the qualities that make for wisdom. lh:the disenchantment through the elaboration of wisdom through 1864 14:what is the point of this, if not to declare a certain wisdom in clara no:was wisdom- dance or ordinary, an ordinary in which we become once more s:real; most have the wisdom not to try. those which have succeeded have t: thus, to remain on this list, we require proof of _age and wisdom,_ Philoctetes, when you begin to notice the nature of its speech, the it Philoctetes, the whole sorry history toppling forward like wounded Philoctetes. charges itself in the reception of Philoctetes, when Philoctetes dis- When there is no investment in the body, nor disinvestment, Philoctetes flight from meditation, from speech-Philoctetes. 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So that the fates are construed passport; when Philoctetes seeks treatment, we ask for mercy from fact, to ransack Lemnos for whatever treasures it contains, Philoctetes Artificial Life, Philoctetes, Revelation Philoctetes, when you begin to notice the nature of its speech, the it Philoctetes, the whole sorry history toppling forward like wounded Philoctetes. charges itself in the reception of Philoctetes, when Philoctetes dis- When there is no investment in the body, nor disinvestment, Philoctetes flight from meditation, from speech-Philoctetes. When fuck-Philoctetes strums, stumbles, Sister-Streaming-Blood, but when === /HONEY HOLE in TEXT/ Blood:Tend lists and you swallow the _stuff_ of the Net wholesale. Packe Fantasm:tive substructures within the work as a whole. (Such are Clara H Past:words could be swallowed whole-heartedly - using spell-checkers of Past:into my hole. It's my organ. 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"never "ever "you! r.txt:piecemeal, splintered from a non-existent whole. s.txt:thinking, each instance that of the whole, each existing as purifi u.txt:this become absurd, pretentious, a creation of a whole _economy_ o /HONEY HOLE in TEXT/ == cut out from the archives: screams in hebrew and aramaic - loud voices in akkadian and mitannian - (modified from the akkadian) works of known or conjectured meaning with sumerian and akkadian words - i note in passing alan, alam = essri, 'form, statue.' even here the form is abject and wanton, the locus of desire. think of a particular class, whether or not sumerian, etc. so the same graphemes may be found within the "biblical" tradition and the presumed sumerian origins of writing. at the "/e/...)" for example. city is sumerian uru, perforated by a stick or stylus into clay, the gran- ularity inherited from the sumerian incision into the body of the woman or man. it is as if one stood on the shores of a gulf separating shumer from man and woman, woman or brother. think of lugal, sal, lu, dumu su-ba-ri- im. these languages erased across the text from which this text derives. to be born a _foundling_ on a moo or mud, dumuzi's dream, oral poetry, the protocols stuttered before every written. the tokens signify greek ideas, without the theory; i think of them as resonances across sumerian, luwian, palaic, hittite, akkadian, with _me,_ "attribute" in this context, an arid environ within and without sumer. return to sumerian excisions, the stylus cutting through the eye of the prisoner all across the region: no one, ever-vigilent, sees the enemy. the akkadians and sumerians were bored. the hittites enjoyed themselves in a dirt-free environment. there were contests: who had the cleanest, most proper body? whole populations on the move; everyone gives me texts in unknown scripts; i struggle with cuneiform incisions; this is how i earn my living. i orig- inate the contract, drawn on clay, bone, skin, unreadable eyes, severed genitals, the trampling of ashur. inanna! women speaking incomprehensible tongues, palawian, sumerian, hit- tite, works of unknown or conjectured meaning with sumerian and akkadian words, akkadian burrowings, abject and wanton, loci of desire. my name is a-bi. from the manifold of perverse sex, borrowing ideograms, other incisions, trades. you'll find me at sargon square. do i wander in a desert looking for you, o cuneiform? inanna, is this shumer, akkad? our names are our incisions. cut deep into us, we become them, exist: do we wander in a desert of names? i've seen ghosts in akkad. i've seen ghosts in shumer as well. i've seen them traveling. i've seen them carrying styli. i've seen them cut deeper into flesh than the world has rules. desire has swollen ghosts; writing procures them. burns and cuts leave scars. i look forward to screaming, burrowing, abject and wanton, in the desert blinded by speech. == on glyphs english has been recently considered, among other things, hieroglyphic: hieroglyphs. twin worlds torn apart at the base of cyclicity - transli- terations from hieroglyph to hieroglyph. note we do not ask for hieroglyphic dominance, active as in days of yore, among adepts, pc cuneiform in relation to mac hieroglyphic, everyone looking to glyph stones, the scrawl of hittite hieroglyphs, scrawl of jenny holzer. position, the position of the _hieroglyph,_ the beginning of writing - a _binding_ in cybermind, hieroglyphic of the body asserting itself, votary. the hieroglyph is rough; the sign for "homage" (?) seems recorded once, with the letting of blood. taut, worked out and through the wires, tonight's hieroglyph. wherever your text is, contrast produces the event - intractable wryting, hiero- glyph of the delineated body, as in _this text_ appearing across the village. i do my best to render hieroglyphic the hieroglyph of imaginary usage. what's left of my texts will be read like legacy hieroglyphics, i'll be sputtered, expanded on the side of meaning. i do my best with take-me command hieroglyph, masochistic inscription of cord-bound skin. backwards, the reversed boat. wavering, the hieroglyphic address: soft and yielding to the touch, confrontation, articulation among the shrines. the building of the shrines "for whom they are intended, soft and yielding to the touch." they are open all the way down the shrine or wall: an imaginary usage, the uncanny. _the symbolic pours from the mouth._ (the _differance,_ o be fine, o be light, o be many, render density filled with novel and strange creations. the chambers form hieroglyphs of mind and theory-mind. here is everything you need. 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you can stick them out so that the:whirl your legs, nikuko; whirl them in the drain - a very hollow sound:everything about skin when you let him in; he didn't know nudity, but had:everything about skin when you let him in; he didn't know nudity, but had your falls pirouetting; you can grab his stick; he's quite forsaken; you taught him is across my boulders pirouetting; you can grab his stick; he's quite forsaken; you taught him the:whirl your legs, nikuko; whirl them in the drain - a very hollow:legs:something like synchronized swimming; you can stick them out so that:doctor's furry stick will find you bare and slick. turn them, these:: you cloud his stick; he's quite forsaken; you taught him is above my births his stick; he's quite forsaken; you taught him the:whirl your legs, nikuko; whirl them in the drain - a very hollow:legs:something like synchronized swimming; you can stick them out so that:doctor's furry stick will find you bare and slick. turn them, these::forsaken; you taught him is across my boulders pirouetting; 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M this can happen suddenly, at any moment, signals from * \Jthe Other - you $ ) might have to read among Them; this is a frequent occurrence hidden by software; this amount0 &b @ X 3 s to the present, appears within it; Y 6 0 I'd almost argue there's a truth to it; when signals go awry, when junk fills the very last of speech, when speech shudders forth in the midst of the Other - as if I were coming into the party, }F6^ into the pleasure of It - no longer standing on the sidelines... as writer, you j K can identify: It tends to _write Itself,_ d< h ?= as if there were community or community; but It doesn't listen, pays no attention.a ~| 3 , speaks unaccountably; It mightY E be called /Oracle, oracular; It sends Its own mis Fgn sives; no longer hole but intrusion; It wells up, emerges from beneath - lives in Its own time - carries out Its operations...S#] + == Altavista postface to search for "Alan Sondheim" Shop the web for Alan Sondheim Find great prices on Alan Sondheim or anything you desire at mySimon Learn more about Alan Sondheim at Britannica.com Shop best prices on Alan Sondheim or almost anything at DealTime! 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Of course what's of interest here is the insertion of any interrogative into the violence of capitalism - an increasing tendency towards the inhuman, suturing of bodies within imaginary cyborgs, bought and sold. === nikuko dancing for konninger nikuko whirls; i pay; nikuko cuts me; master dancer shuttles between niku- ko and myself. master dancer weaves a dance just like that; for he is mas- ter dancer. nikuko whirls and enthralls me. silver shuttles hands; i am draining, nikuko filled. master dancer touches us with silver.:master dan- cer strokes me; strokes nikuko. silver passes from me to master dancer. silver passes from master dancer to nikuko. nikuko cuts me; nikuko dances for me; i pay nikuko. every pirouette is cut into me. master dancer steps over both of us. nikuko dances; silver changes hands; nikuko whirls; silv- er is going on. master dancer says it's going on.:silver:silver:silver :silver::legs bare, skirt up: incision with ideogrammar ===