"The Blueprint of a City like: I'm Admiring your Sacrifice" - Boris Izsus
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This is my Standoff [“I Ob—”], from City to Field [against / against] The Witness----> Originally I kept the Witness so close to Heart, so close to Break, so close to Love, so close to Maize, so close to Ear, so close to the Growth of Our Years, so close yet Deviate from Mine Grasp, so close to our Harmony-Storm, so close to the Glowering Skin so close as if it were not of palpable Form & so close, it pierced right through me, so close in a Rhetoric Figuring of Assumptions, so close to our own attempts at Reduction, so close to our shared Desires so close so that they Implode out Boundaries, so close where the Strange Faces Fade, so close to the Suction of the City Streets, so close to my Fingertips---- >which now are upon you now, Tipping your Head back your Head back now--------->& you will see now the missing Shade now in Mine Eyes now, which are Set now, to Devour in the Sun now, to the Bomb the Out now, the Eyes of my Keepers now, which are you Now, which will be the Crime of my Lives now, thus hold me in your Peepers now—
The Standoff / that Keeps or us / Up guessing, guess/ I Ob—
Guidelines:
1. When in this Field, I will say: This is nothing, is all is Exercise –I Object
2. As Oppositional Witness, You’re a Bum according to Opinion—I Object
3. Being on the Road, demands for Action—I Object
4. We set our Faces facing West we’re never at [Facial] Rest—I Object
5. There will be a ton of Holes, scratches & Stretches throughout this Stand-Off—I Object
6. Ultimately, we will Define the Process that’ll Detonate the Coast’s from Mine Mind: Done—I Object
7. I OBJECT
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But First Allow Me / You Allow Me This / Moment is / Mine to / Mine Self to Object:
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I have am / are having / the imagination of Dancing Disasters & see how I am now one
Ferocious—[ily]
Fallen—[ily] Strange—[ily] as “Crisis”—[ily] which I Object—[ily] wonderful—[ily]
Thus, does Arrogant, Exhibit its [self—respirator] pussification can / see my Beautiful is Figure~?
If this is a Digging / ors I Diggeth to Diggith or little bitch figure duggeth We is
Diminishing in Digging[ing] by
[con]—forming a
[non]—coherence in
Systematically my Crumbling Remains
in / where is it in / my
coherence in / am I
in complete—[ily]?
O’
“in you~! In you~!”
Thus:
Witness the witnessing of the word witnessing the word scene. Witnessing the writing, writing the writing of the writing, Writing of the word scene witnessing The Witness, witnessing the Witness witnessing the Witness witnessing the witnessing of the writing, writing the writing of the writing, Writing of the word wording the word scene writing the writing the writing, writing the writing, Writing the witnessing of The Witness, witnessing the Witness witnessing the Witness witnessing, the witnessing of the writing, writing the writing of the writing of the Writing of the Witness witnessing the Witness witnessing of the Witness witnessing the Witness witnessing of the Witness witnessing the witnessing of the writing, writing the writing of the writing of the word, wording the wording of the Word scene-------->which forms the visibility for the potential of the spectator, which upon the ability to see, the word scene is subjected to a prosthetic attachment, a [re]forming through the parasitic ‘ob—’ a prefix meaning toward, as in an antagonistic movement, against as in dialectically in opposition, across as in a penetration of the structural-face, down as in an internal descent, acted as in upon…”
Now say with me say / with me:
O’ I…
“ob—”
up/on~! up/on~!
“ob—”
up/on~! up/on~!
“ob—”
up/on~! up/on~!
“ob—”
up/on~! up/on~!
Or I say:
“ow / yawow”
or, hmmmm, maybe I say, say:
“ O’ the bŏdy, divided-up (cut/up)—shit—[ily], subtle (post)delight, alright? first, execute this ‘scene’ which is, its very own(ed), I’m crisis—[ily]. (self)—parody, is constructed [Ob—]upon & thus (self)—is attacked—the skeletal (self)—is reformed—[ily], as it should, shuddering on, discarded my face, sits at the very edge of its own scene—[ily], & at moment, it desires to enact in an ‘act’ of tearing away (terminating) itself away—[ily]”
“you don’t say / say….?”
…—an am / I am on Top of it All or I
Mouth still
Blows n’da Blows n’da
& I
Horn I / too well am / are am hmmmmm an atefactory in a Sense
the own, am own, I am my own Borer—[ily]
becomes a Daily Process of Cleansing—[ily]
my, I’m really just Bull[finch] Facial or I Body the Pinch.
“Pinch Me”
Pleeeeeeeease?
Oh then tells me just this / this:
Where do the / where are my youthful Days / have all my Days gone?
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Yes / Yes
I’m all Entangled in my own Heads the Sleepy—[ily]------>no, I am not indeed am, the Sweetest am Horror am which is Biting to the Point of the Pre—ill how my Body ill you Nix all O’ Sides of my House so ill I
or
I call you, passionately from the Precipice of this Building Mess to Bullout but
O’ c’mere my little ones
I’ll fed you the same ways, Mouth to Mouf ways & you cans then calls me
the Joy of July 1980~!
the Joy of July 1980~!
Or cans I just suck in the Scream of your
Mouf / Mouf?
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See you, how way, I’m ready to Praise versus—all so long it’s been so long is for my Heart is
my Heart’s
S.O.S.
Breaks to Become too pure—[ily] pre—[ily] Occupied—[ily] with yr Presence I Ob—[ily]
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“I did”
Oh I Object.
O’ Just Sing with Me:
ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy ob—idy
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Whew, these Aging Bones are the / Where’d my bones do go?
A Bone, in my Hands, A Bone, in my Hands, the Bone in my Hand is a Bone Tender—[ily] of Stones
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This Face, am own—[ily] barely—[ily] am, say it’s Path or —SOS Lay in the Bird of my Heart, akin to—
no, I Thought / Thought:
Hmmmmm, am Maybe to be Surgeon of this already been Surgicalized Body I’ve been Here / Here, are Marks made to Mark / Mark the
makes a face it’s opposite / mark
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Oh I Kid~! I Kid~! See how I am Beating my / Heart Beats for only am / Thee:
For thee~!
For thee~!
[Note to "City Body": Separately, one should speak about the Heart, which is Fucked. Absence & it’s Fist[al] Value. Conceptually the disregard for making Sense, since. It is here I’m better to stay, I say:. Man, is of the Poorest of Stench---------------->I wish to Bury my Nose in Thee]
Now say with me Say / with me say:
Man, is the Poorest of Stench~!! I Wish to Bury my Nose in Thee~!!
Man, is the Poorest of Stench~!! I Wish to Bury my Nose in Thee~!!
Man, is the Poorest of Stench~!! I Wish to Bury my Nose in Thee~!!
Man, is the Poorest of Stench~!! I Wish to Bury my Nose in Thee~!!
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Woe to the Old, to the Form, I Hail I
Respond in only I’m only in Loud—[ily] Speech—[ily] I’m Found—[ily], Fondly—[ily] so—[ily]
See how I Break you Down / am Breaking you Down in Song—ily:
& again, the first Production after the Musical I / Break the Fun / Break:
I Buried my
Dear
Friend with
Mine Own
Hands / are Hands
Mine hands, are in
My Pocket, pounds in my pocketed am only of / i am only heart am/ only love am / like
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Or:
this is all about how I came to be the pigeon i always longed to be
Now Sing—[ily] again With Me—[ily]:
Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or
Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or
Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or
Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or Or—ee—or—Or—ee—or
There is / Always is / More is~!
There is / Always is / More is~!
witness
[~mightily~!]
—the position of my Body
“modified it’s Plea”
[sure]—ily dissipated
within, an obscened [my
every] movement in
I subject—I Object
[ed] to declare “I Object”
animated, before thou
elsewhere, assigned me the
proposition “to live”—[err]
as bound to
[gather] on Down. As
Obscenity, rooted with
in, as accident—[ily] who[see]—[ily] a
fist, appears close
[ing]—[ily] in my proportion to Obscene—[ily]
a shifting , a form—[ily] I form, anticipate—[ily]
[me] gorging—[ily]
in the plane—[ily] of anxiety
—[ily] I arose, in private,
expressed how I was then
revived~! I Object as a
frunction of
delay—[ily] against th’Ear—[ily]
flattened [elapsed] in—[ily]
swallowed [& now
outside] I
COLLAPSE
& it’s here I see my own / I am own—[ily] Discretion of Sight—[ily]:
To rearrange the face towards a mutation deformation, denotes a [de]anatomical [re][re]arrangement—in short “I’ll have dropped within the structure of my own falling fucking—[ily]”—swings, a study crammed of productions, which directs me, towards an internal [re]wiring, a concrete untiring fucking drive towards a suture of living in the Bowel of a Vowel degradation—of discourse, of fucking course [I’m Coarse] it’s about the force to construct pressure upon a body [re: mine] buried deep down within the laboring howrel of my every movement fluctuates a <return> fracturing my jaw from tomb to whom—[ily] resuscitated at that late date? Expending all musculature movements against the sign’ll cease to be a fucking ‘sign’, just bombed my motherfucking mind—these awkward [linguistic] movements define a cripple’s internal production—‘ll diminish every relation, a retalliation for my bodily pain—[ily] a question thus, of having been displaced, in a BABBLING digestion, a harvestation of another’s body, I consumed against the Forms which fractures forth at my fumbling disposal—an atefactory: The Mud of Being or, not being the apparent apparition of the landscape’ll appear in my tender gravelsung, which
is fundamentally
sufficient
in
my
own
aural in
sufficiency—that is:
an [un]
eco
nomic—[ily]
[non]
[DE]
non
[activity]—[ily]
[—ily~!][—ily~!][—ily~!][—ily~!]
i am a goddamn doxology unto me
upon the Surface, here
ripples im
plodes
th’whole
fucking
land[e]scape’ll
s’explodes
now Say with me say / with me
say:
the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~! the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~!
the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~! the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~!
the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~! the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~!
the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~! the whole fucking land[e]scape s’explodes~!
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Now am, I am now Home so
Now Stand at rest with me arrest / me
Now Stand at rest with me arrest / me
Now Stand at rest with me arrest / me
Now Stand at rest with me arrest / me
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