(1) How about we start on this Side of Terror
(2) There was that Alarm
that Forced us to Retreat, to such a Distance, that the Horizon became a
Figure, endlessly Closing (in) on
Itself
(3) Time Passes, the
Fragment Coagulates, getting over the Hump, humps
(4) The
City that I come-into each Day is, I Suppose, a Picturesque Representation
of the Past’s Savagery and the Present’s Vigilant Aches, in which, my Body, in
its own Navigating way, makes its own willing Abstraction of a History, which Amounts
to a Trace of Light: which is a Record of Abomination and surely,
Exclusion
(5) Flustered by my own
Beginning, I Wrote endlessly: “I was
Born in Chicago” until it Became a Method of Repeating what Grew to a Falsity
(6) Clarity is only the
Outline of the actual Meat
(7) “I Would Love to Wipe that fucking Logic right off
your Face.”
(8) So we Bubble forth, and
the Emergence, of a Lullaby: Bent and Barking all Along in Song:
(9) You Feel a Body: something, almost, like
your Body: something Comparable. You
can Riff off your Body, against other Bodies and already this
is, in a way, Accomplishing something:
such as, Becoming accustomed to the
opening of an Abbreviation, or the Loosened Necktie. You are Becoming now, no longer Accustomed, but
rather, Used to other Bodies, so that
you cannot do much, with yourself, without them. You can no longer imagine your Body, all
alone, in this City, by its Self: it is no longer, essentially, your Body alone: in
fact, you are already looking, desperately,
for other Bodies, even as I Type this.
You have Become now, once again Accustomed,
to that Word: Abuse, through your
Abuse of other Bodies and Vice-Versa. This Means: while Something else, has Become
unimaginable, Something else, has Become terrifyingly
Possible.
(10) I Express myself in
Movements--------------àtowards Moving towards Enacting an Action
(11) The First Sentence
should Begin: “I will not Agree to fucking
Die…”
(12) “He has the Face but not
the Phosphorescence of Working”
(13) These are merely Notes
to Engage myself in a Game of Naming my own Self-Destruction, my own infinite Disintegration
(14) “Blow it (-es) off…”ß-----------------------------------------------àMurf
(15) The Need to Say: “this”;
Half-Heartedly, in a Chorus, only to Find, myself Mistaken; but it is the Importance of having that Choice, that Disturbs no Other outside of the
Utterance, yet one, that is Bold:
like Loving You.
(16) Softly, Cautiously, you Came into my Eye Cost-------------------------------à(-ily)
(17) The Second Sentence
should Follow: “Begin. I cannot Begin
myself…”
(18) Okay, so it has Comes to this: “Talk me Down (…) // Talk me Down
(…) // Talk me Down (…)”
(19) To Mean to Say: “I Say,
let us Rise to this Disaster…”ß------------àAnd
no other Sentence, shall Follow
(20) To Begin Again: let’s talk about the Pigeon with its last Song
Undone
