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[Alan Sondheim]

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BOMBED SPACE AND BOMBING SPACE
GUNNED SPACE AND GUNNING SPACE
How can we LIVE in the MIDST OF THE BATTLEFIELD!
Huddling against the floor, there is safety -
Hungry ghosts on the prowl for love and death!
I AM A HUNGRY GHOST
I DO NOT REMEMBER MY OWN
I DO NOT REMEMBER YOUR NAME
I NEVER GIVE UP I NEVER GIVE UP
I will speak to you through the atmosphere:
IWO JIMA DEATH SPACE!
IWO JIMA FLAG SPACE!
If I am ANYTHING I am DISHONEST
If I am ANYTHING I am FILLED WITH GREED -

In the DEPTHS OF THE ATMOSPHERE
Listen to the LIGHTNING
Listen to the POWER GRID
MAMA-PAPA ELECTRONIQUE
MIAOU
MIAOU

Now we shall speak of the COMPUTER!
O Dance! Embrace Us! Embrace Death!
O USELESS! i wear your freedom like sex
O USELESS! your freedom robs my own
Our LIVES DESTROYED WE KEEP ON DANCING!
Our Lives BURN!
Our MUSCLES ARE TORN WE KEEP ON DANCING!
Our bodies BELONG TO YOU!
Our bodies are fed to the evils of religion!
Our bodies are torn and shredded!

SPACE OF CIVIL WAR SPACE OF SEX
SPACE OF IONS SPACE OF RADIUM
SPACE OF SOLDIERS' LAST WORDS
SPACE OF WRITING AND DREAMING

TROUBLING POSES AND TREMBLING POSES
The GRID OF HUMAN AURORAS
The GRID OF HUMAN POWER
The building GROANS WITH THEIR PRESENCE
There is no rest here in this space!
They will slaughter us in Protest!

This is my DREAM ALOUD
This is my EMERGENCY
WITNESS: THE DISMEMBERED AVATARS
WITNESS: UNCANNY BEAUTY AND TROUBLING POSES

We are ALIVE in the IMAGINARY!
We are ALIVE in these IMAGES!
We are BRUISED WE KEEP ON DANCING!
We are INJURED WE KEEP ON DANCING!
We are the NUMBER NUMERICAL OF THE WORLD!
We are the SKIN and SCAFFOLDING OF THE WORLD!
We shall dance and fuck in Protest!
We shall mourn the passing of America!
We shall mourn the victims of torture,

You can hear the WOUNDED
You can hear the WOUNDED
Your slightest gesture remains unfulfilled!

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are you speaking to me
are you speaking to yourself
every i is murderer
every i is murderer every i makes love
every i is murderer every i makes love
every i makes love
every one a murderer
horror in its absence
horror is horror

i am so ashamed
i am so ashamed i cried
in Gravity
in its very absence
in the ROAR OF THE POWER GRID
in this SPLAYED SPACE OF MEMORY
in this SPLAYED SPACE of desolation

inside YOU in your SPLAYED SPACE
is horror
of Abu Gharayb, together!
of the World!

the world WORRIES the CHILD
the world WORRIES the DEAD
this sexed display, this turn of fate
this turn of fate, this violent display
un cri doux coeur-choeur!

when i meditated on ECHO ECHO ECHO
when i meditated on the worlds of war
when i saw them written here
when i saw these images written large
you and I are SPLAYED ...