Even ``I`` __ fictional __ epistemes _
what is the I? that
"sheI've twenty-two" "bks.6 or 7 published. twenty two bks. five years radio 12-13 year" s performance. readin's" series in two citiesseveral" several fverses _ how to sepell versse? anorexic dyslexic _read yer text ANti
[not pure fiction but function] [across the esteems of time]
novels in various "states _ say 4? prose poems in the near 10,000. experiments. record""ings from the seventies. collages in varied sizes. most of these wreckd. "one Mister C. possesses "refuses to return. film footage owned by sundry" folk.
thousands of texts, say 30, ooo? one cannot count. really the production beneath capitalism. whatis capitalism _ the abil"""itee to produce more money. food banks, fer instance,
how does one assess this production? and the letters? hundreds, many containing verse, bits, poems, prose frag"ments, hun"dreds, school papers, a n archive of disaster. then one wonders who takes c""are or shall take care of this" upheaval and the"
endless unhappiness of the body
think of the waste
spille'd spoiled seed which others laugh at
[laugh if you are one of them_ who laugh]
think it's funny
endless con-versations __ none of which were paid for, spent fortune of __
miracle endless nightmare
if this was not a way of life , what was it?
"you" will never get this" [what is the you? what is an I, a You]
lost abandoned, and the videos" of a performance at les foufounes electrique destroyed.
thousands of photos from the ryan larkin days
recordings
in preparation
for shows
boxes
taped & stuffed in dusty basements
loves
buried
kisses fragmented in the
fragmented?
too easy
pulverized into dust
electronic or otherwise
bodi and bodhi dharma
waste
d
this is your body
this is my body
& radios speak of noble prizes
for writers
whose books are endlessly libraried and sold bought given taught
to be a writer
the great rip-off
ripped off the skin of Oedipus
a machin for writing
Pierre Guyotat was right enuff of this writing of neurosis we need a writing of psychosis
the endless commercial of death
there will be no splendid ending
justa puking out of guts
and shit
piss
&
excerement
for what
the dream
ended
.
this is your body
this then
for culverts
nothing
nothing
thank-you
Shit
thank-you .