File spoon-archives/bataille.archive/bataille_1999/bataille.9903, message 145


Date: Sat, 27 Mar 1999 03:00:48 GMT


swift line about lost crusade, calm. wondering about dreamscape switch lived in lie(science) quit. follow the yellow prick shroud.

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>From: Stacey Maxine Armstrong <armstrsm-AT-is2.dal.ca>
>To: bataille-AT-lists.village.virginia.edu
>Subject: Re: blue
>Date: Fri, 26 Mar 1999 20:45:18 -0400 (AST)
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>cantable canticle cantilate. A Loan is not alone. A wish as a fist. Con
>tomb plait. Comb pluck ate. Where are the echoes?  sister of narcissus
>indebted to rushes. gaging death. mortgage...blind and folded
>obligation awaits the embedding emboldment of sacrificial
>lightning...strike..."dont be shy baby...dont be careful with
>me"...Fairing... Listen to the boredom.  A Loan is not alone...
>alone...typographic maggots listing catalogue canticle of maize. A
>maze...A maze. You have followed something into a maze without string or
>knots...Penelope elopes loping...groaning horns...copying and
>lating...minnow tearing...cop too late... Nots noting nothing. Gregorian
>cantables...forged repetitions lingering lisping...the notes dont help the
>knots...the ants dont string the pearls of trails left lying
>there...Surely poppy, surly pollen higher than gliphs...the apsis of dawn
>aches...cupped and bowled in hands that will not recognise the fingers of
>signification...metonymy wont sing for me...the fingerings of knots with
>notes...the score..the score...what is the score...without signatures of
>play...copy the score so the notes wont be lost sounding...A Loan is not
>alone...bees flat and A is sharp...spell this...this lease...the least of
>timid cant icicles...dressing blue with worms as rings in spells...the
>night glows worms on loan from rest...flares of profit in solar
>blindness...spelling on the sun with letters loaned from horns still
>echoing...a loan is not alone.
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>sma
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>> Alone is a loan.. I carry its loud horn.. It fills me with echoes that I
>> have worn.. It nevers get silent even when I am torn.. There you are!!...
>> dressed by that loan which brought all colours to dawn... Nothing left of
>> that blue except the glue... Fixated to its groan.. keeping my body
>> dessicated with worms... It is a debt that has no rest.... So heavy ... it
>> stole my breath... Least I can hope is left something timid to spell
>> with..It never .. so passionate that hell is said to be... Alone is a
>> loan.... It is the only one that I do not own.. It comes without inviting...
>> sneaking every now and then from its hiding.. It just sarcastically eager to
>> crush me within its tidings... Wrath be with the loan that keeps grown... A
>> profit that dances on its flaring bodies .. never tired... ever wired into
>> every plug seized in me....
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>> Alone...........  Alone............. Alone ....................
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>> amd
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