letter from town K.

                                  D.E.

           thus there is nothing made more ignobly useless and                   superfluous than the organ called heart
which is the dirtiest means which the being has been able
to invent to pump life into me
the movements of the heart are nothing else as maneuver
by which the being relieves himself on mefor me to take
that which i ceaselessly refuse to take from him
that is to say that is how i live

The beings are that virtually parasitic life which is created
on the margin of the true life
and which ends by having the pretention to replace it
the actual life taken by itseld
constitutes exactly one of the bifurcations of being
beside the real life
and which ends by forgeting it is false
and ends by pretending to see the real life follow
its ignoble movement.


                                    Antonin Artaud.


Bah! i have sung to women and to wombmen in three cities
but it all the sameAie-e! you hate me well
for i requirerefinementof medium
elimination of superfluities
August attractionand concentration
Yea! you wish me ill for
my young susurrus Audiart
for invitation, mere invitation to perceptivity
you, svengali, punish me like no Zampano would ever dare may to do to Gelsomina
and i cannot be NERD, like wise
not emotionally responding dude,
but actually it meant be like:
not emotionally responding dudette
would you let exist me as such
i only give you my maudlin confession
for my most grim death , since the moment
you orderedmy exclision from the world of letters, from the world of every-day revolution world of letters.

not anylonger ever yours, sinistro.



reference to the Ezra Pound poem "the Age demanded"