File spoon-archives/bataille.archive/bataille_1999/bataille.9903, message 13


Date: Mon, 1 Mar 1999 19:33:10 -0500
From: Daniel Carter <abz-AT-inch.com>
Subject: Re: recur a core elusion





On Sun, 28 Feb 1999 16:06:40, amd wrote:

>Words are not mine; Let me have some more wine; On line, I am a dancing
>chimera, attuning my best entice to diffuse my mad plethora; Words are
>surfing boards for my delire; I hate them; they ate me, splintering
>amusingly the ignorance that strives in me; Words are torturing teeth,
>cutting into the flesh that is left of me; Erase them cannot be; Always in
>every hope sparkling through the erase, there is a trace... Nothing is just
>a thing; If not a concrete, it is an affect that infects... Hey, YOU!!!! I
>am here... Nowhere to run... Shoot with the gun.... A hideous laugh ...
>mocking at my ignorance .... Words never get bored of dressing itself with
>chuckling chains....They have all the pleasure in despising my moments of
>death... They just whisper every now and then ... Hey you!!! We are your
>GOD!!! We are your life... !!! Are you Mad..... Death.. ignorance never
>brings the shock of life!!! Tortured .... Electrified to be brought out of
>death..... Every spoons of words... atomic emissions struck my cold body...
>I am old... I was told.... The words are my saviour!! Alizher came out of
>death with Jesus words.. Inscribed with force to live.... With words, memory
>was created before he came alive... can I burry these words
>forever.......Let them taste the death I love, feel its indifference...
>Would the words die...never would they!!!!! I just let my dagger to erase
>stacey's words... all what I have ended up is more torture on the hands of
>what is inscribed
>......                           .................  In the middle, the blank
>space speaks.. I do not wanted to speak... It just speaks.... actually it
>splices and slices my death on its laps.....This is where You are
>destined...... Death cannot BE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!





increasingly successive wave motions glyphingly forewarmed found dancing in
the oceans without any of one's own letters the drink is too vast and the
line not clear this sense of being over here where darkness celebrates the
two pretend to a goodly tides mounting many unto Spring up out Winter's
mouth before the others perform ghosts fortune leased to have one another
at the fray least lust a surface found hidden this left to write felt a
trimmer adding ever on the next in order out of order to make the break
felt necessary tore into flash born of a change of number into a different
number which now could no longer sleep once this way awakened that lit up
the wound clear for operatives to try their hand you say they are not yours
and yet your use of them yes make your self at home in space a word as soft
as that could not a monster be and yet on this level a velvet similarity
came forth easily just then when fleeting thanks themselves issue clothed
warmth accelelerants lure into still cold waters' ice dependable
adjustments madly made ineffective glyphen the impending abundance ooze
book spoke canals blue that knew better than prior ways into circuitry a
favorite wave putting gloss touched back upon the action as it swerve and
twist it sway th' rue irrigate the abrupt declaration of dismay with what
has been made so plentiful and so powerful to the taste smell and touch not
mention the sounds they make they found their way lost to all else lost
came the emphasis itself the invitation glowed intensely dim if not grim in
its resignation came then the flip no they can not be done away with
vibrating now as they do and shall forever and ever never ever to be put to
rest these undying qualities haunt without cease they haunt and charge the
margins with margins of the margins of the margins of the....









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