"A/A"
(an alan sondheim and august highland
collaboration)
A.S.
| home no one more four war two stop we the three bring don't them four
home | one no four more two war we stop three the don't bring want your
your fucking fucking go go don't to fucking hell want george and bush
fight why own you dirty fight why and george own to dirty hell battles
immediately now an immediately end an filthy filthy bring end battles
monster don't leave you us it alone already isn't enough it already
already monster enough your hijacked leave whole damn damn nation nation
begin slaughter hijacked let whole begin | too you're many you're dead not
if not you're protesting not let protesting many giving if in or kill
change all or amerikka my love country or giving change in my all country
amerikka is love a country killer is i am am patriot patriot not
A.H.
us philosophers prescribed suicide us philosophers prescribed suicide
philosophers prescribed suicide
philosophers prescribed suicide
billion badly year billion badly year
billion badly year
gains rising billion badly year telling gains rising telling gains
rising telling gains rising services ranked telling
services ranked services ranked jeans services ranked
wrapping jeans forces fuel extremis wrapping jeans forces fuel
extremis wrapping jeans forces fuel extremis wrapping forces
A.S.
you've got money here, philosophy, and suicide. i've got war and nothing
more on my mind. philosophy follows war like a camp follower without the
camp. money is the quantification of war; it's always already abstracted.
suicide isn't even a question; we're all suicides. we've always been
suicides. the interrelations among negatives have only needed the
catalysts of bio-warfare and nuclear capabilities to complete our destin-
ies. we're there now, at the threshold, teleologies beginning their
inevitable collapse. 'no more war' is a call for violence; everything is.
it's the fate of cultures to infold. the only thing left to speak of, the
phenomenology of the residue, the ruin, one corpse to another
A.H.
text given by mouth/shouldering muscular burn hung upside down
abortion by chain/dangling shotgun embedded in the throat
venison nurturing ampule/empty some of the vomit from my retina
I bathe in castration I spray the toilet wall with fear I shit light
the ground wants to fuck me/count and scriptualize the scars
streamers of aortas vagina of life/the pigments must first be swallowed
close to that moment of stillness/yellow gloves on the wheel
pulling me back into what I'm from/fetus suckles composite of cesspool
reciprocal punctures engendering halves/end isolation breathing exceeds
thirst resorption
recovered, balance found/annotating loop vital target
A.S.
are we writing for the occurrence of writing? i believe in the political
economy of both the writer and the reader - the preciousness of each and
every moment in these perilous times. one should write as if always
engaged, not with the interior of the body - there is no time for that -
but with the polis in the broadest sense. it's more necessary than ever to
eschew style, establish and enter the commons (Lessig); war is breathing
hard down each and every one of us. it's just a matter of time before the
loose and wobbling equations exacerbate our tenuous peace; at that point,
all interiors will be open, all exteriors closed and dismembered, hacked
to pieces. why bathe in castration when this torture will be accomplished
by others, against other cultures, with other means, dis/comforts?
A.H.
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