Date: Sun, 15 Feb 1998 13:35:57 -0800
Subject: MB: "Plural Speech"


Edward, Michael, Lucio, and all,

  With whom do you double, divide, succeed, alter, or equate what you
will?  At its inception or dwindling what thought hasn't its evanescent
link?

  For nine years Apollo served Admetus, and wearing dark glasses,
smoking, eating voraciously, and drinking copious amounts of alcohol,
the slightest lewd joke may yet suggest a horse (or hors) being
similarly ridden by some Baron Samadhi or other.  Terrorized? 
Certainly, but for no less a reason than because even silences "speak
according to the necessity of an irreducible plurality... as though each
word [or any space surrounding words] were its own indefinite echoing
within a multiple space" and "too heavy a burden for one to bear alone"
(MB IC 80).

  What niche have you found, however, where inequalities "of culture,
condition, power, and fortune" have been erased?  What hors minus a
judge?

  Sundays a certain group of us stands in our most shabby or fantastic
clothes, spaced in a park, in defiance of the violent traces of any
incoming or outgoing thought, yes, but also worrying the weak threads of
love tied to words alone.  At our best we approximate the silent
composure of gorillas propped in a misty rainforest; as if no longer
there, "different and yet identical" (MB IC 81); loathe as kites
straining at strings of infinite, separate points of interrelation, to
comprehend, even while we level, sputtering toward form only to fizzle
away again, only to sputter toward that slightest suggestion of form
again, and only to fizzle off again, and again and again, ad infinitum. 
Certainly some of us have a tendency to doze off.  At such times one of
us may dream that the wind has taken her shadow and is dancing with it
at a fantastic distance.  It's never taken further than we can see
however, and we dream we can feel its tug, or that we can wind it in. 
So tell me, what kind of terror is it then, that keeps us from popping?

W/a nod chaos 
breaks as if it weren't 
already broken...