Date: Tue, 18 Aug 1998 03:36:19 -0400 (EDT)
Subject: Night [and] 





	Night had come to the city. The sea ebbed. France knew the meaning
of praxis and desire. Mona had a friend at the edge of the world, she was
an autobiographer. Now night was here in the sandstones of time, and slow
paces to a grammatical piece and coma. Like breath was in the inside of
snow and death.
	Jill cried, give me back my multiplicities. And then we shall
share the space where all desire comes. Before murder and birth, I knew
they before they were in their mother's womb.

	The bombing in Ireland made Mona, Franny, Jill and friends sad.
Very sad. There was not much to say. That made any sense in the death
bodies, around a square, near a market place, in a small town in a death
rattled country, was there?

	Night had come with its vultures, and other deaths continued to
pass and pass more bodies down the sewers. Where the dogs of terror ate
their young.

	Enough, Basta, said Mona, as the troop of ghosts past on  high -
let the dead bury the dead ones.
	She remembered the live ones, with the amputated legs and arms 
wondering where they would live, where they wld. not walk and see the days
	and
	  nights of their arms and legs.
	Like a cancer patient with no breasts, I wait
	Like a writer with no ink to burn, I wait for each of you to
repent. And I wait the silence.

	Eating its own children. Goya. What does that spook want as it
eats its own farrow, the sow that eateth its own farrow. And the death
rattles by, as the man lay there staring at his own hand. And the others
in the morgue, identifying a friend with only half a head left. Spitting
out its own gathered cadavers. And the teenager's note, in the world that
never makes sense.


	Hence slaughter, in its own name. Its own massacre. Like Kosovo,
like Rwanda, like so many others, like me, like you reader. Et tant
d'autres et tant d'autres.  

	I have not brided the end of sorrow yet. We have not buried the
dead . We have not buried .

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