Some times I send things through the computer . Lists and pieces archived here
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- 11/25/24 at 7 PM
- Sheet incline
No more! No more! I am troubled by the question itself, its spectre follows behind as I move from one place to the next, it is this collection of places that form the milky interior softened by time’s battered visage. This inhalation, it’s fifty seven days long, I counted as I traced through the wires as the wires traced me, forms the column. The conduit you must know already it is a moving object, I watch in distinction, and the distinction arrives in a singular availability held in the jaundiced stone.
- Large linear earth work
A line upwards, then downwards, it points to a dim pulsing star that sounds like m y heartbeat. “Of the color of the color of . ” In the structure excavated from the side of the hill. But it’s this way all the time , not just right now.
I am puzzling over puzzles, the one that casts the widest spectre goes some thing like .
Plotting a dotted line dash dot dash dot dot dot dash dot dot dot dot dash dot dash dash dot dash dash Whenforwards to go backwards I am up and down again the lip of a gunwhaling scream. When I open my self in this way what . and what how to keep it all precious lock and key silvered green with the age I currently am. which is . brand new slip of paper in my pocket. It says, You are the night that I miss . If i am not tendered by the ocean liners. Then i am made of glass.But i don’t know for how long. The length of a dot is one unit. A dash is three units. The space between parts of the same letter is one unit. The space between letters is three units. The space between words is seven units. Between i between me between you could be I am un clear of how to unit the unit of measure. Uniting the unit of measure and . To keep it safe. to un til A most ancient structure and I recognize though I haven’t seen for a while.
from a handle held by my hand and in the belly of a cypress tree. pyramids of salt . And there is an animal that looks sort of like a rabbit next to the water, she is wait ing. The woman in her hands there is a . And in my dream there is some one who remembers every thing I do, only she says it all back to me***
I suppose I’ve been think ing
Living in the of trojan horse where massacre is sewn under the guise of ” humanitarianism ” , bunk to begin with , — and I pause. and the map in my mind appears . to draw the linkages between how violence across the world feeds the violence of the machine which is the lie which is the truth of the united states . the truth that is the lie .
I am interested in, history interests me, the past interests me because it is that which foments the time that is currently nnow. passes through the mouth. And it’s june now so we’re all supposed to face a grand distraction and be thankful that if we wanted to we could all be gay flight attendants or some thing when its those same companies are running arms to wage genocide. And I’m thinking of something specific. which is the alaska airlines float . And i’m thinking of the pictures of the parades the computer shows me . and where all the money goes. All of it floating away .. the thoughts , I mean. the money, it feeds the war machine.
June june june Yes I return to I remember how it all started . police raids on trans people, homeless youth , queers . butch dykes, trans women throwing the first punches. And because the eye trains onto “How it all began.” though of course before Stonewall, there was Cooper’s Donuts and Black Cat and the Biltmore invasion and the Patch .. raids all across “america” .. violence violence violence
And i think of all that existed before, before destruction, i think about that which has been destroyed and replaced with control , violence. and I think about what it all is now . money and . merchandise So i think about now what the word itself means .. And i think about how it is used right now And and and the distance that has emerged . from where we were and where we are.
And here i am with all of these doors open in my mind. So i return to some of the things that I return to when I continue to open more and more doors in my mind . Some of which perhaps you have seen before ,
del martin, on index cards at the gay freedom day parade (1978) The Combahee River Collective statement, produced by the CRC, Black feminist lesbian organization out of Boston, in 1977.
(Toronto, 2015) . Queers against israeli apartheid . Always more to say. but now it is late . And i am out of time
- Two twenty two un til twenty two
. 16 It all began as a way of knowing. To through the simple and reflexive as on the wooden slats that opened one after another after another the silks falling and I was as i appeared. At the edge repeating the same motion over and over again, the they were hungry. Through the glass it is anew and when everything lasts this long it makes me . Circling and circling around and they are saying it is all empty from here, there is nothing left. To fold smaller and smaller until to fit one inside another that is not yet. And I and I and I and that and that’s seems to be. Not really about the but instead about this which is all right i guess. I just think i cant any more or i’ll . Today is and i was but today i am and the emerges when the is emergent and exit with out any sort of a tragedy it is uncommon the tragedy and how delighted we are at the concept. That is which is to be felt on the they left a bottle of red nail polish there is glitter inside of it like you are going to a party and need to hold. in your hands. is writing about and i’m saying things that i and i am thinking things that i and I’m in places i and i’m doing things i because of the it has a name in my mind called and I have but other wise and I see. All across the city such a conical inversion but other wise the column vertical extends. There is a Yeah yeah yeah “There is a machine” We know. Y ou think of the world in machines. And i curl into that used to have eyes all over belly maybe still does. There is a creature with eyes all over its belly but the hair has grown over and holds me. With and I re i forget to I reconfigure myself because i want so much. This sort of that is actually love. Schopenhauer this schopenhauer that. He was all like, and I thought that was, until it happened to me. And all of this is so yet i am still. I am driving through the desert. I have never driven through a desert but i am right now. And there is scrub brush and cactus milk and on the horizon a coyote laying over the hills as a woolen blanket. And a sound that never stops. In the great distance there exists a town the town that has lights and also these reminders that are fixed in tiles the Reminder of remembrance that is one far from the mother. So in this town there are all these pools and in the day time they boil away because the sun is too close and no one lives there any more to turn on the hose. Except for they live there I guess in the drained out pool but not really live because live means time and there is only forever night , they’re just there doing normal things like getting and talking and thinking. What do again? I never was one. They are a passing it between they know it is but it feels. It feels to hold and have something someone else’s. And they think about this and they say I like when you say. I can’t write any more about honestly. Next scene. A is frantically around looking for. I actually. Next scene. There is a who is climbing up and doesn’t know what, like and and and from the top, hopefully it like a, that’s what really wants to happen. And there’s a headed straight for the city it’s coming so fast it’ll be here in two hours and What will you do then? What are you going to do, in this last bit of time?
Opening up a fortune that says tomorrow. Well I guess I am believing that the re will be a change . and there always is. I wonder what exactly where who and how. Opening up and I am at the place where they the pieces of silk that lay limp in the airless afternoon, it is hot and the only feeling is. Quickly now. But even when I thought you were I cannot. So this. It’s a that is molten together with a very special secret ingredient. It’s not it’s the fourth state of matter which is called, it’s sort of light the bright vermillion that keeps you on time. And it says to in the afternoon we haven’t much. There’s someone with the hovering and I can my body leaving me and I remaining somewhere. Everyone is in. There’s all of these at the site of the impending, they’re giving a report on how everyone. Dog gone, I mean the panic is on . You know that song ? I thought you did . You dont remember ? I mean doggone, i mean the panic is on. Thats how it goes. Any way they’re down at inter viewing about what about this and the all like, I tried to with but it wouldn’t listen to me, we’re trying to get these on the line but they’re all out testing the gigantic that they made to sew up the garbage patch in the ocean, so they’re kind of out. You hear about that? So they’re over there and we’re here, trying to get in touch. You know how they built not so long ago. I mean you probably wouldn’t remember it, weren’t you born after? No well do you remember? No well you probably definitely don’t. You can see. what i cannot. It’s as though you don’t at all, nothing cause all the happened and we kind of. No one not even the memory. But anyway. They’re out and all we need is to and then we’ll all be saved, I told you we’d be saved, I told you there was nothing to worry about at all