Date: Wed, 10 Jun 1998 09:23:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Smoke Navigator <gato-AT-inetarena.com> Subject: Re: schiz flux > itself : in the supermarket, in the hotel lobby, running through a classroom, > on the street... > Is this too abstract? I fucking dare you to make it more concrete, > motherfucker! Do it with my body! Do it with a pack of wild animals you refuse > to recognize as human, howling in languages you've never known before, > stealing, farting, dancing, eating puffy pastries and wild edible plants, > siezing carob pods from trees about town, transforming architecture into > playgrounds and junglegyms, gargling with fruit smoothies, slobbering and > massaging and sliding over other nubile, effulgent, liquid bodies, smearing > dough on each other's faces then licking and biting it off, freely creating > life as a series of linked performance art events where you don't even need to > ask your fellow conviviants for your needs but sieze them in mutual feedings!! > Move your concepts closer to your percepts ; experiment with what a body can > do and what bodies can do together ; "free associate" with your entire being ; > "deoedipalize" by sharing an abundance of affection and letting go of > mommy/daddy/priest/cop within. Discover id, what can your desiring machines > do? wow. this sounds somewhat like my more random runs and dives as a bike messenger. flowing and braking in traffic, easing in between cars and pedestrians, blending and being invisible and/or pushing boundaries out and creating space....smiling and sticking my tongue out at fellowmessengers, living the intensity everyday of knowing that you could die or be seriously injured before the workday was over. being a bike messenger is my favorite occupation, without a doubt. nobody that i've ever met truly understands it except other messengers. it's a bright and shiny secret that we all carry around with us when others ask us about our work. "so how do you like the job, it must keep you in great shape!" they ask, secretly jealous of our muscled bodies and feral, watchful eyes...like the farmer asking the gatherer/hunter what it's like tracking the prey through the forest, a forest of calculated risk and monstrous giants, illusory power....we create smooth space inside the striated lines of the city streets, the dotted lines that demarcate the centers of the streets. we cross social boundaries as well, going to all the different bars, fetish, gay, straight, anywhere we please. being a messenger is about living on the edge of social acceptance. at least to me. -ethan
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