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Top is different very creative they really uh made uh quite a transition
But he never fell into the error of arresting his intellectual
development by any formal acceptance of creed or system, or of
mistaking, for a house in which to live, an inn that is but suitable for
the sojourn of a night in which there are no stars and the moon is in
Hotel is next door to a perfect metaphor for the mind, and thus for
recommended to savvy travelers ("I travel in women's undergarments, and
recent times had to take on the faded but patinated glamour of a
residential hotel, on an inconvenient exit ramp on the freeway from
Signs read: Welcome to Hotel Real Desert! Free PsychoAnalytic
all but silenced, or more accurately, is hushed by the uncomprehending
sullen stares of adolescent louts sweating over video game joysticks,
Human adults learn to perceive this inherently fluid, relative domain
in terms of fixed, solid objects existing within fixed structures of
night cooling your heels in the turbid oasis waters flowing under the
vodka bottles. An evil young girl pacified a colicky toddler with wine
spritzers in her baby bottle. Your revulsion at the girl's ministrations
abreaction to the bass tones of the hip hop muzak and the screams
pulled the girl into a stall in the powder room and urged her to hold
back on the alcohol, trying to explain that she didn't have to revenge
"What is she but a vessel to be filled, a flesh bubble around Lack?"
the vixen asked. "And who am I, her sister or mother?" She continued in
The world had lied, had took away our pride, the slow, sad slide
But you cared for me, shared bare necessity with me, dissed Felicity
"Stop, stop," you sobbed. "How can you say that? You're white, for
With a certainty that it's better never to have been born than to be as
hapless as the girl, you tied her off and injected her with a killing
around the coffee table, the nipple of her bottle clenched in her teeth;
almost no one turned from the video screens to see you on the way out.
"Is this another one of the learning experiences I am expected to
extra neurons is so we can learn. I suppose that as a neonate I had
little choice in what happened to me and must have felt breast, warmth,
wetness, fullness without clear ideas of internal vs. external origins.
[She waddles over to the table and pulls a disposable diaper out of a
"Now, however, my babyhood seems to require concentrated efforts to
construct myself, learning to be me seeing, hearing, talking and
walking. I begin to take pleasure in operating the circular reflex 'to
deprivation attach themselves to the sensations and form the bases of my
love, anger, etc. But the way they grow has to mean that what I will
learn to call emotions are very dense mixtures of sensation and
interpretation in narrative form: I feel sad because X happened. X
happened because Y did Z to me or I did Z (to Y.) Someday I will know
organic brain with functional mind.' I dismiss this as reifying a purely
mental phenomenon; plus it's too confounding for my developmental stage.
"Instead I will consider a feeling I have begun to feel now: I am sad.
An explanation will arise very quickly. I feel sad because (I am sure by
then I will be able to imagine some causal relationship between my body,
times I have felt sad and I will connect them into a series by way of
already be an explanation of a somatic sensation or mental phenomenon.
Sensations are on my skin or the virtual skin, emotions are
[She stumbles, the bottle between her hands, held up to release the
"I have to say parenthetically that this new stuff in the bottle
love them (or want them or hate or fear them). These associations will
become progressively more elaborate as I accumulate more experience.
Soon I can say 'I feel I am cold and contemptuous of others because I am
afraid to experience their rejection of me,' or 'I love him because he
makes me feel secure and confident and wanted.' The explanations will
not particularly help in feeling better if one feels 'bad;' conversely,
trying to feel 'good' will not seem to be enhanced by good explanations.
I will live through years of therapists encouraging me to experience my
psychic wounds, my feelings, with the idea that I can achieve a state of
being in which pain can be experienced without debilitating
"I will ask now, while I have extra synapses, isn't it the narrative
itself that inscribes the scars on our minds, our hearts, my future
[She slips, falls on her back, unconscious. Urine spreads in a pool
toward the frayed electrical cord of a Mickey's Ghost Town slot
up over the mass of her moist arms and the aluminum sill, cooling in the
moonlight. Her face, the face on which the ends of the earth have come
and gone, is not pensive, not secretly smiling, but cowed by the
suffering she has felt and is all too sure to feel again. She has taken
it on as weight; the excess of everything gradually pulled her pelvis
out of tilt, her bowels out of line, her womb a little adrift. She has
just returned, in fact, from the hospital where she lay under the knife
fibrous tissue. Hers is the face of a patient, drugged out of pain and
came to her full animal consciousness, her autonomic systems in full
"It's a good thing I already had my two girls," she reassures herself.
The first glowed with the iridescent colors of a conch shell, of a
victimize her child, they told her. Her baby's sun faded in the dark and
now a toddler, had the better luck of being born in a prison hospital
and fostered out to a former nun with money and horses and compassionate
when her daughter returned temporarily to her dank previous home where
she became a gibbering speed freak, an auto thief, a fugitive, and
generally white trash. She and her mother share one trait, an ability to
recount the episodes when they were maimed and deprived of the halcyon
life they believe is available to normal people. "While she's here, I
into the net. Routing through several nodes, he finds that a message is
move his tongue, desperately lonely, he fell into the rainy gutter. When
he woke, a piece of paper was twisted in his mouth. Dried out, he read
People ask, what is the nature of the revolution that we talk about.
Who will it be made by, and for, and what are its goals and strategy?
enslaved masses within its borders provide for material existence very
Hertz's automobiles, your television set, car and wardrobe already
He's been committed ever since, a clandestine freedom fighter,
autonomous, placing his devices alone or with a few other cadres,
exchanging plans and ideological instruction only through safe message
in their description of their People's War and the centrality of the
tangible letters, paper signs of struggle. These new electronic messages
global empire far harder to conceptualize in terms of improvement and
The deaths of three friends ended our military conception of what we
are doing. It took us weeks of careful talking to rediscover our roots,
to remember that we had been turned on to the possibilities of
revolution by denying the schools, the jobs the death relationships we
were "educated" for. We went back to how we had begun living with groups
of friends and fount that this revolution could leave intact the
enslavement of women if women did not fight to end and change it,
political struggle for tonight, as unsure as he is about
Our mother came in and stabbed me repeatedly and then I was transferred
For the last century, the west has twisted in the meshes of a
My dad's house had many mansions. When he died we had to empty the
house and divide up his accumulations and all I got was this lousy
searched the tall room under the eaves, strewn with papers and junk,
information, getting a number, not clear whether it's the number for an
numbers on the phone. Are they different or not?' 'Yes, they are,' Aunt
I think our human brains are an evolutionary accident. The difference
between chimp and human brains is very significant in terms of size
perception. The difference does not look like the results of any
evolutionary pressure. The random gene changes that led to a much larger
brain do not seem to offer survival advantage commensurate with the
energy expenditure required to supply it. I conclude that our brain
began as a genetic mishap, for no more purpose than that apportioned to
"We shall see people engaged in attractive occupations, giving no
thoughts to material wants, free from all pecuniary cares and anxieties.
As women and children all work, there will be no idlers, all will earn
more than they consume. Universal happiness and gaiety will reign. A
unity of interests and views will arise, crime and violence disappear.
maids, cooks, and so forth all working for all (when they please).
depending on what's happening, the universe's rules of operation. A
photosynthesis, the works. The tree, as the rule of the physical
universe would have it, reflects light. In the universe humans inhabit,
reflecting light is a necessary result of the assemblage of matter on
among other trees, rocks, animals." Pumping his harmonium, he sings:
tree tissue organized to move water from root to crown
its cells are sensitive to the pressures (pleasures):
necessary and proportionate interaction of human body with tree,
obviates any quibbling about whether or not matter is just our idea of
[The] discernment of relatively invariant entities and processes and
the creation of mental maps where the key coordinates map relatively
"Else why do we? I want to assert that molecules, atoms, photons,
help it, the rods and cones react to light, the reactions excite a few
cells, then more and more. Brain studies seem to indicate that the
neurotransmitters and electrical flow are emergent properties of the
And they are not yet coded, nor are they in language. Afterwards,
utilizing previous neural pathways in relation to the tree.
"Only then are we 'affected' by the tree, and only then do we cogitate
an idea, which is coded, is in symbols, of 'tree.' No part of this is
any more or less 'real' or objective. It must take active work to look
at the tree: the reception of minimal sensory input is necessary not
which datum is to be enriched through concentration. From there the
processing must actively combine memories, previous categorizations and
new data through neural connections. A particular tree becomes a tree in
many contexts, as if the brain makes as many as possible available from
suspicious nor blank; he simply stood there, as he stood always
everywhere, for the principal feature of the scene. Naturally he had no
conception of him than the way he fell into position as we approached
of the peaks might to our apprehension have been interested in his
You know, you butch thing, many cosmologists posit different levels of
universes, hoping thereby to answer questions regarding the seeming
Royal, says contemplating alternate universes could help scientists
distinguish which features of our own universe are fundamental and
necessary and which are accidents of cosmic history. A light, pet?
hyacinth hair and tell me ours is the cosmic accident. You may randomly
an: I love a free lunch, if it costs someone a great deal. Let's
speed of light. Only a narrow range of settings (for these constants) is
suitable for the evolution of complexity or Life as We Know It.
an: Life as What? Say it again about the multiverse.
posited "the Anthropic Principle," asseverating that these coincidences
were not just luck, but were rather necessary preconditions for us to be
looking at the universe. After all, we are hardly likely to discover
universe, which he sees bubbling progeny like yeast buds. According to
universe today, outweighing matter two to one. But according to modern
quantum physics, empty space should be seething with energy that would
outweigh matter in the universe by far, far more, by a factor of at
inflation lends more energy than was thought to exist? And the
cosmological constant,, a formula to account for this discrepancy, must
is that we "queers" in our indolence have seen through the canard of
like the lilies of the field. How lovely to be wanted by the entire
She reads from her commonplace book, makes a notation in her crabbed
for the objective transformation of the world (or for the 'production'
question of 'being' oneself but of 'producing' oneself, from conscious
as soon as they begin to produce their means of subsistence' Remember
distinguish himself from animals? Is man's existence an end for which he
critiques the notion of production of subsistence: "it is the
first place, a process in which both man and nature participate, and in
which man of his own accord starts, regulates and controls the material
one of her own forces, setting in motion arms and legs, head and hands,
the natural forces of his body, in order to appropriate nature's
productions in a form adapted to his own wants.'17"
erotic freedom, says labor is grounded 'in an essential excess of human
existence beyond every possible situation in which it finds itself and
is the starting point, foundation and principle of play insofar as play
is precisely a breaking off from labor and a recuperation for labor.18' But that is so wrong!"
does not gauge himself in relation to Nature. He is not aware of
Necessity, a Law that takes effect only with the objectification of
"Primitive 'society' does not exist as an instance apart from symbolic
exchange; and this exchange never results from an 'excess' of
production. It is the opposite: to the extent that these terms apply
here, 'subsistence' and 'economic exchange' are the residue of symbolic
and living are first of all acts that are exchanged: if they are not
exchanged, they do not occur. It is symbolic exchange, where the
relation (not the 'social') is tied, and this exchange excludes any
surplus: anything that cannot be exchanged or symbolically shared would
break the reciprocity and institute power. Better yet, this exchange
relation of symbolic exchange, abolishing the definition of himself as
of her mouth, "artisanal work is, according to etymology, 'demiurge.'"
computer 1s and 0s, the organ is manual (and pedal). I spend my days
scrambling through forests of big and little pipes, for it is a very big
party for People With AIDS up in the hills, within spitting distance of
wheelchairs, wrapped in bright blankets, wheeled mushrooms in big straw
the vanguard of sexual healing as both treatment and prevention
waves, our sun king as he ordered the world with and for us, and a
little like a social director who, under his bonhomie, was transparently
He slid into the water next to me and we bobbed up and down smiling and
cruising, I trying to assure myself I was still cute and attractive,
his job as director and animator of our clump of radical patients and
victims, since a sexual liaison would reduce his availability to
"listen, handhold, inspire, cajole, hug, solace" the others he thought
in his care. That afternoon he pulled himself out of the pool with a
slight turgidity visible in the folds of his floppy yellow trunks and
smiled as if he expected to be back to bob some more with me.
He didn't come back soon, not until after I fended off a handsome guy
anyway. He was already twice a widow of wealthier, lonelier men who left
him houses and money for cosmetic surgery. I had nothing to offer but
when he came back, smelling of sunblock, lime and vodka. "Want to come
Family Stone at the Electric Circus. "I wish there was still acid to be
"That must have happened twenty years ago," I replied. "Surely you've
come to terms with all of that by now. After all, here we are all
together, having fun, living proof that God doesn't punish the wicked
with anything more than painful, ugly death and stigmatized suffering."
"Yes, surely I should feel cheered by your reminder of how good we have
"I think our consciousness should be altered, early and often." he told
me, his good eye engaging mine. "We need to experience being without
pathways that could access and perceive or experience the occurrence of
review and cogitate on the process itself. Sensory input is reviewed
through the same neural pathways (or analogous or related or proximate
ones) that process raw sensory input. It is unclear whether the brain
always knows the difference between processing the sensory input we
usually think of as perception of reality and processing the processing
which, as mirrors can reflect each other, can approach infinity as sense
data become perceptions, become organized ideas, become abstract
categories and then categories of categories. Given what little is
understood about the brain, it is not possible to say whether these
processes are or are not organized in hierarchies. The brain may assign
more or less attention energy, ranking by importance or immediacy or
"The result of all this, I think, is that humans have a brain that
processes sensory and internal mental phenomena at too many levels, too
often, too much, with inadequate mechanism to turn the processing off.
We have brains too good for our own good; we think and abstract feelings
and memories too much. This ceaseless idling is what we have learned to
call our feelings, however remote the neural processing may be from
our brain (and by brain I keep trying to mean all the data processing
mechanisms from senses to memory to thinking) thinks what it does is
real. What psychological literature and philosophy have always
less compelling as explanation and certainly as a concept to provide a
comfortable relation to 'external reality.' But the brain is best seen
as actively seeking, processing and thinking at all levels
simultaneously: consciousness is a trick of our brains describing us to
ourselves, stringing processes and events into a self, asserting to us
that the self of today is the same one as any other day, selecting data
"Yeah, you're right," I said. I never thought he was sexy after that.
front desk. Usually dressed for her main job as Conductor on Wild Ride
de M. Toad, she would be irritable in a pantsuit that barely stretches
lover or daydreaming about her brothers. She'd not be impressed by the
As they walk toward the elevator, the organ grinder might come up to
"Well, that wasn't a bit awkward. So Bill, how funny to see you here.
Bill might be feeling a little nonplussed himself, and may already be
regretting this encounter. In an attempt to make things easier he might
"No, man, I have no plans at all. I just travel now."
ceiling, smoothing her throat and lighting a cigarette.
of Rural Life environment every afternoon about five. I hold discussions
with myself on politics, love, taste or philosophy, and let my thoughts
wander in complete abandon, leaving them free to follow the first wise
or foolish idea that comes along, like those young rakes we see in the
for another, accosting them all, but sticking to none.
after dinner there I was, watching a great deal but saying little and
listening to as little as I could, when I was accosted by one of the
weirdest characters in this Land of ours that has not been sparing of
them. The notions of good and evil must be strangely muddled in his
head, for the good qualities nature has given him he displays without
ostentation, and the bad ones without shame. Marcel is devilishly good
looking, a queer bird, and has made himself the boon companion of every
I: Not much, but when I have nothing better to do I enjoy watching the
HE: Oh, they're not here to be watched. Not at these prices!
I: And how have you been keeping yourself? I heard you were hooked up
with Dr. Dread who runs the Red Hanky Pavilion. No new vice squad
I: Don't you welcome the acceptance of our kind? Imitation is sincere
HE: If that's acceptance, fuck it. "If we are all part of God," as the
special in being queer anymore. "We're all over!" they keep screaming..
Yes, yes. We're over. We're pass and boring. Though some clueless
I: You however, continue pursuing "practices and pleasures?" You must
HE: Up! Just to play for a brief 16-hour party. Ugh, the prep. (Marcel
suddenly began to act out his words with the most extraordinary
Trimming, then shaving your balls. I fell in the bathtub the other day.
I was standing on the edge, trying to see my ass to shave it, when I
slipped and cracked a disc. Now my hands tingle all the time. Then
10-day, 20-day runs. slammers the worst. I finally said to Dr. Dread
that he was a sleazy old fairy buying muscles instead of love. He sent
They only let me stay at the Real Desert Hotel, and in a mildewed room
they can't rent, cause my uncle once endorsed the place.
I: It's no wonder you are so abandoned, Marcel For that matter, doesn't
understandable, but wrong, the notion that each of us is alone,
imprisoned within the individual cranium, when in fact even the physical
universe of matter depends on us to exist, and even more desperately the
sperm and egg that make us and the genes and social conditions that
shape each of us. The other is always before us, demanding that we be
think we think alone. Our mythologies of lost or fractured selves
interpellated then I am clocked, called out, made to answer to hey you,
but the you I create (in response) has to answer back, has to
interpellate the cop. I is always a response, not to the mirror, but to
alienation, disintegration that our dear fathers lived to feel.
pole of support for liberation of the colonies. The Great Depression
all our men to war, let them kill in the company of other men, and then
sent them home to individual suburban families. None of them knew how to
be with women or children, so then came the baby boom. Feeding on
schedule or feeding on demand, but overfeeding. And the Cold War and the
No wonder the 60s were aflame. Children left to crusade against racism,
I: Who is this angelic youth with white hair making toward us?
saw him with anybody who could have been his confidant. How must it be
HE: I hope so. She said "There must have been so many things deep
within him that he could never talk about. I suppose he died of a broken
I: And why do you have so much to say about this dangerous young man?
fugitive from US justice, accused (falsely) of complicity in Black
Liberation Army killings of police in the 1970s. He is waking his
in itself without reference to the human act of representing it, that
is, without the opposing 'ob-' by which it is first of all put before
supposed to stand, stay put, without a possible before; for the human
representational act that encounters it.' It is very materialist,
explained by anything else nor can it be fathomed through anything else.
This impossibility does not lie in the inability of our human thinking
to explain and fathom n this way. Rather, the inexplicable and
cognition here calls for an explanation, it fails to transcend the
world's nature, and falls short of it. The human will to explain just
this dharma? Am I just disappointed at the end of all I believed in? Is
"Would you like your yogurt enema before or after? I can read to you
I say autonomist theory contrasts the vitality of living labor
Prior to and more dynamic than capitalist restructuring
Is the class struggle that constitutes the working class
Capital's restructurings "subsume" not only the workplace
Reproduction of labor power occupies a crucial but unacknowledged role
Challenged resource allocation in the jungles and the sands
demobilized support for progressive guerilla bands.
Global capital then broke down traditional village structures
But international mass migrations result in newer combinations,
Husbands dead, women and children are left with "free" choices
Disrupts and tears apart systems of capitalist rule
Despite regimes of power, humans make themselves subjects
Sabotaging, rectifying, evading, the intentions of global rule
In the north abandoned plants and ruined communities
But then moments of freedom where people's relationships are less
And assert that we are sentient like any other plants and animal
that their hierarchies of power can be overturned, not
express the complexity of new feelings, of the new situation they faced.
of our fathers. We wanted the Art Ensemble's music to go further than
whistles through the gap in her front teeth as she reads from the Herald
into fumes of asphyxiation that linger low to the earth. We struck a
blow for little people of all ages. And don't forget, "hummer" used to
him. He's been on the job day and night since he got back." She enjoys a
opportunities," driving a fleet of trucks through the United States
other fast food venues. He ships them home and to countries in Central
Ring. Caprice believes they must change their activities.
"The bigger profits are in sanitary napkin dispensers. Just try to get
convinced; he is at work modifying and lowering electric dryers for
downloading of their music stars easier, they wish their country back in
their black Purple Label suits, each carrying a titanium computer case
handcuffed to his wrist, step out of the vehicles and survey the
under a silver military haircut, commands them to park the cars
fifteen minutes. Check for digital positioning and, of course,
He strides, as erect as always, to meet the manager, who is
Would you like to go to your rooms, or shall I take you directly to the
ideology of his more physical early career has been tempered by a
fanatic amateurs can hurt children lining up for rides if we don't find
them fast. More than reputations are at stake. I wish it was as
take his own clothes off. In doubt, he sits on one of the mattresses
"Put these on each other, pigs," Marcel continues to shout, throwing
"Put these blindfolds on them and this mask on your own face. And get
batter their backsides while I get some hits ready to slam them up."
The musty room above the garages is a storehouse for all the junk and
But tonight, a smeary cubicle has been put up with a staple gun,; the
party space confined to the penumbra of a tall white candle, the
flickering light and mysterious aroma of beeswax disorienting the
In a baritone of arrogated authority, he says to the men stretched
before him, "We will cultivate 'the self' by means of an ascesis, an
'art of life.'" He shoots into their veins what could not be called
'good drugs,' but ones that obliterate the subject, leaving only
obsessive repetitions of the impulses to stimulate nerve endings.
Coughing and then moaning, the twin pigs cry out, "'Self' is not a
personal identity so much as it is a relation of reflexivity, a relation
snaps latex gloves on his white hands. Marble white and leather black, a
his lubricated youthful muscles, his masculine energy rising to the
Together, they drive the men, now sobbing and vocalizing their fearful
utters these hypnotic words: "You have no identity here. You are only
Marcel speaks oracular words as his hands move in profound violation of
nature's fundament: "I don't think that this movement of sexual
practices has anything to do with the disclosure or the uncovering of
is much more than that; it's the real creation of new possibilities of
creation, a creative enterprise, which has as one of its main features
pleasure. The idea that bodily pleasure should always come from sexual
pleasure, and the idea that sexual pleasure is the root of all our
species of perverse sexual desire, but virtually nothing new in the way
ravage 'the self' by hand because 'the self is a new strategic
because it is the point of entry of the personal into history.' We
perform 'the crucial work of rupture, of social and psychological
disintegration, that may be necessary to permit new forms of life to
come into being. but there is no guarantee that they will come into
grunt their bodily assent to transcendence in pleasure
our young bodies together ejaculating enough to clear the major toxins
(leaving what were, after all, only subsidiary poisons of sexual
deviation and guilt felt by some who were out of phase with cosmic
trips together. We had gone to places so sublime that difference was
racial Other. We could have been together. Then, we would have thought
The thought was that repression of natural impulses was a reification
of the restriction to bare necessities for labor under capitalist
relations of production. At first we noticed that abundance (not
of the US economy afforded better living for much higher proportions of
the US population) was not satisfying to us, although it seemed to be
sufficient for our parents who had suffered serious deprivation during
the Depression and then horrifying war (our fathers ignorant men thrown
women who became our mothers in letters to unknowable islands and
bivouacs). Our dads came home, moved into nuclear family houses, farther
from their parents, aunts, uncles, etc than ever before, tried to live
with rectitude and diligence amid rising prices and elevated standards
uncomprehending wives and children. No wonder so many became alcoholic
and silent, no wonder so many women secretly suffocated in those
on schedule, an agonizing commitment for parents who heard their babies'
cries as echoes of their own childish deprivations and wanted to provide
better for their offspring. The moms and dads capitulated to a makeshift
of indulgence and vaccination, hoping for clean, healthy children who
As we children of the baby boom grew older we had more free time than
any previous generation on earth, free time to undergo the tidal waves
of adolescent hormones and to read Catcher in the Rye and even On the
Road in study halls, although we also memorized Pledges of Allegiance,
Then televisions began to show us vibrant Black children singing their
wasn't privileged and purposeless. We were electrified by the
righteousness of their new Black way and the brutality of the old
dating, and those of us who couldn't get dates understood that we were
sarcastic resistance to the parts of life we agreed were uncool. And the
So many of us escaped to college. We suddenly found friends who did not
think we were inadequate, or at least we shared inadequacy and fumbled
for relief from restrictions of our behavior. We read and we shared,
trip. Trips were dangerous explorations of cosmic reality, and they were
serious, only occasionally joyous, but so revelatory as to be precious
signposts of the fulfillment we thought we lacked. In the swirling
hallucinations we also felt the reality of our own bodies, sweating,
poster about the hippie mother and baby, the freak father with a rifle.
We should be together, if only we could, the longing for uniting, the
unprincipled and unprecedented wealth of this empire, We had never been
denied before; we called for an end to the obvious sickeningly
conspicuous waste, shrieking injustice of prejudice against the Blacks,
who were beautiful and sexy and mild. Our confusion when this bad was
not remedied was relieved through the Communist Manifesto, made
We are obscene lawless hideous dangerous dirty violent and young
Dangerous, obscene, hideous, dirty, violent and young? We are not quite
proud of ourselves. A hymn to us, an anthem to tearing down the walls we
felt between ourselves, while we were aware but daunted by those walls
within ourselves. Could our trips together lead us out of the brutality
though walking through the valley of the shadow of death (the shadow,
not the death) what could we be hoping for from the son of god.
the risking of irony, the risk of meaning, really meaning, it.
Soaring, twanging, milk and cows and honey, way out in the country. Oh
Your contradictory humanness, body of blood, brain basket, coursing
organs, a voice trying to break through to you, to you in your personal
ears, crackles of sublime interference intercourse and guitar notes too
complicated their screaming simplicity, electronic fuzz,
nobody wants to boogie, only to sit awestruck by the single notes, the
ones that carry through the six realms of beings to being it goes on to
A man asks you to look into his eyes, his borrowed moments. can he give
me moments, can I give him his, oh no, he is not for me, but by
miraculous means he is here for me, turning me down,
Borrowed moments they cannot fill the moments of our lives
but so wounded that his turning down is turning towards him, nothing to
And then the hawsers creak and the wind is so strong and capable of
carrying us over to the other side, everybody smiles in the same
and the berries will keep us both alive on this simple wooden platform,
on these very free and easy winds, leaving you to sail toward the sun
(taking off at night so as not to burn) Do I have to take a sister,
can't I take a brother? Power of leaving, watch all the past die, you
moving it changes its name and its game, but doesn't mean shit to that
love electric glimmer, and those pecking, noodling, fingers mumbling
into me, can this pleasure be taken me taken do I have strength to dance
when I am alone, surrounded by the assumptions, the natural thing, but
entering the stream, too much cold in one place breaks, it's here in
that country twang so dangerous, so hideously hellish, ironic again,
Back to the fantasy of soviet power, collectivist nostalgia: if only
they could have crystallized the revolutionary moment, but if only they
"People ask, what is the nature of the revolution that we talk about.
Who will it be made by, and for, and what are its goals and strategy?
only encourages other oppressed peoples (such as the blacks) by showing
what the alternative is and that it can be won, but also costs the
imperialists billions of dollars which they then have to take out of the
The legitimacy of the State is called into question for the first time
the youth rebellion turns into rejection of the State, a refusal to be
The crisis in imperialism has brought about a breakdown in b bourgeois
social forms, culture and ideology. The family falls apart, kids leave
home, women begin to break out of traditional "female" and "mother"
archeological team, measuring the girth and length of the columns of
all the rest of womanhood. Her education was a strange one, based in
She, fearing for her life but resolute, rose and turned to face the
dismounted and came in her direction, seizing her by the hand and
wrapping his other arm around her waist. A scream was forced from her
lips as they were pressed against the firm mouth and bulging chest of
climb down, unloading and loading the horses and pack mules where the
trail between rock cliffs was too narrow to let them pass. There at Wadi
paused and pitched their tents, while the erotic dancing girls undulated
rhythmically. As they cooled their palates and ate their dates, the
Sheikh's men knew they could not be followed, as they were the masters
faced her captor alone on the moonlit desert. She was carried into his
tent and bathed by three maidens who scented her hair with jasmine, then
draped her in rich silks. She was thrown onto a divan covered in
intoxicating aroma of horse and sweat lingering at his thighs.
His eyes widening, a smile brightening his sensual lips, the Sheik
you were a mere stranger. Remember how receptive to strangers they were
turn away, but his exotic honeyed tongue darted between her lips before
The Sheikh emitted a low musical laugh and replied, "I am always gentle
and always savage. In this case, however, since you are an agent of
international petroleum prospectors, you do not deserve much gentleness
in this our desert land." He pulled her roughly toward him and, grasping
her wrists, extended her body across the soft rugs and lay atop her.
her cries went unheeded as the moon and its caravan of stars crossed the
they swore their oaths, the baby's mother shot her violator, the father
of her child, through the heart and was consequently set upon and
especially her brothers, in all games and in learning. Particularly fond
longer permitted on the team. She grew rebellious, flirted with the
where she began her Transition, taking testosterone and pumping iron,
global capitalism and sexual oppression around the world. Hated by
clandestinity, supporting himself as a sex worker, male or female, as
Highway and the Incense Route. It was these routes which were fought
brought them unto the top of the rock, and cast them down from the top
old idea of controlling and taking toll from the caravan routes, money
being his prime objective in the Crusade. Though Crusaders constructed a
local people. The city died out of men's memory, and the nomads used it
as a hideout, living in the nearby caves, for a thousand years.
newspaper behind his back. He calls them over to introduce a young man
"How are you gentlemen enjoying the summer? What brings you to this
godforsaken shack?" He picks thoughtlessly at a scab on his nipple.
Just then, a stricken policewoman rushes by carrying a scorched baby
on his shirt, he dashes toward the front of the hotel.
he's kept me all these years. And I was an orphan too, from the Blitz!"
electrocuted in the Casino. They're searching for its mother now."
thank you. We're meeting a nice musical artist here for lunch."
bottle, tell him. And watercress sandwiches for four?"
exciting assignments for you! We've been so busy! Caprice, our old
friend, is the cook here. Her spies have put us in communication with a
"But in this case we will, dear. The girl has a reputation for being
too mannish, and her mother and father are dead set on female genital
mutilation; it is going to be part of an initiation rite, accompanied by
circumcised and insist on circumcising our daughters so that there is no
mixing between male and female... An uncircumcised woman is put to shame
by her husband, who calls her "you with the clitoris". People say she is
said to be in despair over their daughter's 'perverted sex drive.' They
This mutilation procedure will be performed by a qualified doctor in
"We have the cleverest plan, dear. You will impersonate a surgeon, fake
the procedure, and bring the girl and her mother here to Caprice to
'recuperate.' Then Caprice and her family will go to work convincing the
mother the girl is better off being herself. Isn't that a scream!"
hear about it? He's cool. And he'll have to make the arrangements."
child is gay, but he doesn't want to be married. His lover's parents,
I miss the old days when we musical types were merely sinful. Now the
speaking the truth and acting in knowledge in accordance with nature."
The world, the same for all, neither any god nor any man made, but it
think, says that even those who are asleep are workers and
"The path up and the path down are one and the same, constant, ever
discordant, from all things one and from one all things." B1040
In gratitude, the tree leaves rub pathetically. It is very old for a
struggling to maintain its life in a climate that is too cold and wet,
then too hot and dry. It is patient in the morning sun. It tells Merle
"The existence of reciprocal relationships of things implies that each
universe as a whole is, a contribution that cannot be reduced
completely, perfectly and unconditionally, to the effects of any
tree-- am in reciprocal interconnection. And, vice versa, this also
means evidently that no given thing can have a complete autonomy in its
mode of being, since its basic characteristics must depend on its
relationships with other things. The notion of a thing is thus seen to
be an abstraction, in which it is conceptually separated from its
infinite background and substructure. Actually, however, a thing does
not and could not exist apart from the context from which it has thus
been conceptually abstracted. And therefore the world is not made by
putting together the various "things" in it, but rather, these things
are only approximately what we find on analysis in certain contexts and
Merle is not merely sentient, he is sapient: he has had many previous
Not so many years ago, after undergoing an ecstatic epiphany upon
karma, he has worked all his lives to ease suffering. He listens to the
running toward the pool and the front, carrying a baby in her arms.
He says to himself, "I can tell that extinction nears for that child is
'With his mind thus concentrated, purified, and bright, unblemished,
free from defects, pliant, malleable, steady, and attained to
imperturbability, he directs and inclines it to knowledge of the passing
beautiful and ugly, fortunate and unfortunate in accordance with their
speech, and mind, who reviled the noble ones, held wrong views and
deprivation, the bad destination, the lower realms, in hell. But these
who did not revile the noble ones, who held right views and undertook
and he discerns how they are inferior and superior, beautiful and ugly,
there were a tall building in the central square [of a town], and a man
with good eyesight standing on top of it were to see people entering a
house, leaving it, walking along the street, and sitting in the central
square. The thought would occur to him, 'These people are entering a
house, leaving it, walking along the streets, and sitting in the central
and bright, unblemished, free from defects, pliant, malleable, steady,
superior, beautiful and ugly, fortunate and unfortunate in accordance
slaps his face with a news clipping. "What is this? Are we allowing
amateurs to burn our assets now? Find these anarchists and eliminate
The 'Total Urogenital Sinus Surgical Procedure' was to be observed by
Mobilization' seminar presented by the hospital. with associated surgery
Approximately two dozen people picketed the hospital in a peaceful
children resulted in assignment to the wrong gender. Approximately
twenty minutes before the procedure was to begin, a bomb went off in the
The combined bombing and picketing efforts paid off. Not only did Dr.
adult survivors of early childhood surgery intended to assign an infant
people whose surgery as children resulted in assignment to the "wrong"
activists loudly demonstrates our collective outrage at what is
occurring in hospitals around the country five times a day to
people in the binary sex model, wherein a man is a man and expresses
masculine characteristics, while a woman is a woman and expresses
feminine characteristics, and their sexual dichotomy exists for
procreation. This model goes to the core oppression of the entire
bragged about my relatives," he thinks. "Nobody cares about who I am
Foundation has liberated thousands of young gay, lesbian, transgender,
Boulevards and the men who were kind to him only to get him in the back
every day. But now he's looking for his new friend, a nice but sleazy
girl who's visiting her mom here. "She'll be in the Casino still. But
wrong. He can't figure out what the baby would be doing running loose,
getting hurt maybe. Skidding into the bar, he nearly collides with a
"Hey, you, kid! Stop right there. What are you doing here?
"I work here, well sometimes. My uncle is the manager."
here a couple hours ago?" He already knows the kid was behind the bar in
"Yeah. If it was the same one, there was a baby here. A girl was with
her, like blonde hair, a little high. Where is she? Did something happen
elbow, "unless you mean those kids over at the video games."
"We've got a lot more to worry about, kid.. By now that baby may be
dead. It might be a kidnap thing. You look around for this girl if you
think she knows something. And come report to me before you leave."
for a woman to come along to check the Dames. When no one goes in or
out, he pushes the door open and walks in, bending to look in the
stalls. There! A pair of jeans pulled down over fancy Pumas. It's her!
"Oh, god," he sighs. "I just met up with her. She was all 'you're so
different systems of punishment with the systems of production within
prison factory appear with the development of the mercantile economy.
punishment diminishes accordingly and 'corrective' detention takes its
In comes the harried ER doctor. "Where's next of kin? We have to deal
In comes the nurse. "Poor baby! At least she's not a suicide like that
In comes a State official with an alligator purse. "We need to keep
this baby under surveillance. She may be a crime victim. This child may
be the victim of parental abuse, and we must interrogate her mother."
"What makes you think this child even has a mother?" sneers the doctor.
right now. It's the baby." She hangs up to screaming on the other end.
to folk religion; it has become a ceremony purporting to fulfill, at the
Metropolitan Opera broadcasts without the obstacle of English
offerings of food, drink, etc., are made to them. Even the mere mention
beings have to obey his commands. Thus, in all rituals connected with
Merle yips the growing crowd into silence. He knows that first one must
dispense with the armed guard and getting the patient to offer me a seat
He summons a full assembly of the deities. Then, he barks out orders to
"I am the devil in the details," is heard coming from the blue lips of
The compassionate Dog tenderly licks the burned face of the baby and
tells the devil, firmly but respectfully, "the merits of offering
This is the dangerous point, as Merle knows well. If the spirit still
refuses to leave, the deities must be informed of his obstinacy and the
his universe, the reader. "Dear Reader, if the spirit will not leave,
the baby will be left in a coma. Should the Author let her live, or
A clock is heard ticking, and sands run through an hourglass,
whispering suspense. The heart monitors ping ominously. Two mothers hold
merciful death for the electrically ravaged child; she is negligible
collateral, as he assumes she is already damned by the sins of her
the screen says, "You've got mail." A celestial hand reaches out to
"I like the gods. I like them very much. I know exactly how they feel.
The Nineteenth Century Novel is, aside from its aspects in
convergence of human lots" arose from genetic predisposition, social
conditions, and ideological (religious) conviction. I just wish I could
thoughts for me. If I can now remember them, I will try to write some
Our brains seem to work through chemical and electrical circuits
outside through the senses or internally from nerves monitoring the
body or nerves monitoring the thought processes and memory. The mind
in the process of processing. The mind is somehow tricked into
believing that it is continuous and identical to itself, despite the
responses at each moment of our lives. We seem to want to believe we
are the same from day to day; hence, the creation of a "self" as a
vessel of continuity, of identity. Of course this "self" is
inflected by genetic and cultural factors: a 21st C US gay white
This "self" comes to dominate our reception of input and processing
because women are subjected to much more biological change on a
periodic basis, they have less investment in the rigid maintenance
history explains things on the basis of continuities, individual or
Our "self" tries to hold things together in the midst of ongoing
chaos by assuming continuities and asserting it can and must
integrate different responses to similar and even wildly divergent
processes that happen to the body and the mind. One of the ways it
asserts this attempted integration is to believe the individual
thoughts that pass through our minds (scientists concerned with
seconds, and that a new one occurs at least as often) are connected
I take from this the conclusion that a desire to integrate
different impressions, feelings, or impulses into a self is based on
an illusory belief that it is even possible, and therefore that the
attempt to integrate is always a failure. That failure results in a
feeling of inadequacy that is the genetic consequence of the fact
that our brains are too sophisticated for our own good. An
isn't as good as others, but because no human is capable of
Nor is any human capable of reconciling autonomy vs doubt of her
capabilities, love vs hate, like vs dislike, or any other thing we
inadequate to contain the complex variability of situations and lead
to rigid distinctions about what is inside and what is outside, what
is good and what is bad, what is functional and what is
Human society functions through the confusion of our connections
and disconnections with others and ourselves, pretending we are
individual identities and creating power networks that pervade every
and bad, creative and destructive, because these binaries are
inadequate but just about as far as our brains can go with the
with it, burdened like all other humans, with the delusion that it
is possible to integrate impossibly divergent feelings, impressions,
impulses, into a coherent "self." Since we can't, we feel shame.
Others feel shame too, but our shame is inscribed with the
dichotomies and hierarchies of masculine power in our own particular
gay male way, as constructed by the social processes (gender, class,
race, geographic accident) of the last several centuries.
So, why not decide that shame is inevitable, that everyone feels it
that we can't fly: we don't feel shame at not being able to overcome
gravity. We do invent airplanes and banana peel jokes. We also
invent philosophies, psychologies and religions that help transcend
the blame and depression that are reactions to the inadequacy of the
Wild sex is one of the incommensurable feelings, bodily and social
processes that sometimes breaks through the rigidities of "self" and
But nothing we have invented can overcome the basic problem that we
we want domestic comfort. They can be made to coexist, but they
can't be made into one stable thing. The recent history of gay sex,
through sexual experimentation to the search for transcendence and
think, evidence of our biological and social limitations.
the other, "Do you smoke after intercourse?" The other replied, "I
different from itself. We all think poop smells, but each of us
familiarity, and hope it is the same every time. We like
same all the time. They also like other men because they are the
same, familiar to the senses. It is possible for a man to imagine
how another man feels pooping, sweating, running, eating, laughing,
being hurt, being afraid. Since he seeks to integrate his
contradictory impulses, he looks to other men for help and for
Woman must more clearly notice she is different every minute, and
markedly different through the month. Man looks to woman to be
different, and cannot imagine integrating her except by inserting
different smells and textures, unsure he is safe. Unsure whether he
is doing the right thing or inflicting harm, he tells himself this
is the natural thing to do, although he would feel more secure if
she was familiar like Daddy and not mysterious like Mommy. Male
for difference, an insistence on integration by inserting himself
If this were the case, our shame, the mind's conclusion that the
biological incapacity of the mind to reconcile contradictory
thoughts and feelings is to be interpreted as failure and inadequacy
qua humanness, when in fact each human faces the same incapacity and
our desire for the Other to allow us an escape from the shame of
being unable to do what humans by nature are not really able to
No blame. Perseverance furthers. The superior man (sic) thinks it's a
film, which is the only direct descendant of the late Novel as
In the last three years, Stark County, OH, which includes Canton, has
steelworkers at Republic Technologies on the east end of town lost their
"It's put us at a little bit of a competitive disadvantage," he said.
decision for me would be to go outsource in China. The tough decision is
"The truth is unless we can do something with these plants, they won't
chairman of the National Association of Manufacturers.
undervalued currency and the harm that imports were causing his
customers. Foreign competition was so intense, he said, that the price
and it becomes clear that the recording industry's problems with the
illegal online distribution of music in the United States pale beside
The industry's biggest hurdle may be cultural. As is the case among
many young people in the United States, swapping files and burning
doesn't matter to me, honestly speaking," said our contestant, referring
Piracy, of course, affects more than a pop star's paycheck. Sales of
countries than in the United States because of a combination of file
These examples leave out China, where piracy exists on an entirely
according to the International Federation of the Phonographic Industry,
File sharing appears to be as cross- cultural as any other type of
piracy. The amount of swapping in a country generally correlates to the
A sign outside advertises "Recordings! Your Favorite Songs in Cassette
popular requests, and if the shop does not already have the song, no
personally download it from the Internet at his father's office. "The
starting to pay big dividends and released estimates that show the size
The new estimates from the United Nations Drug Control Program show
the effectiveness of United States aid. The new data, though, are sure
to encourage supporters of eradication. "Many people who thought this
couldn't be done in the past are having to rethink their assumptions,"
decline in coca production to a fall in cocaine consumption in the
According to the Department of Health and Human Services, occasional
himself. You've got to prevent these things.. But all the agriculture
ministers left after that suicide. We need to get at the roots of
dissent. We can no longer count on AIDS alone to clear out the excess
farm labor pool already. Read this! It's his daughter!"
behind his old apple orchard here. In the quiet solitude of his former
Trade Organization talks, as the developing nations walked out in
him, "We're leaving tonight, dear. Things are getting too hot for us
Emir is lending us a palace for a couple nights. God knows he's gotten
an experimental Fair Trade cooperative, just beginning to succeed in
reversing the Green Revolution fertilizer problem, until her mother, the
village head, and her aunt, the chief agronomist, died.
The AIDS epidemic is threatening farm output and, in turn, many people
agriculture for food and livelihood. The Joint United Nations Program on
"Where farmers and their families fall sick, they cultivate less land
agricultural productivity decreases and hunger and malnutrition are on
the rise. Many children are losing their parents before learning how to
farm, to prepare food and to fend for themselves..."
As Factory Jobs Disappear, Workers Have Few Options
jobs lost nationwide in those three years, many of them because of
imports. Some economists say that even with a boom all those jobs are
Factory unemployment has snowballed into a huge social and political
the 1990's. President Bush gave a speech about manufacturing losses on
pressing the issue. A wide range of figures suggests that the economy is
likely to surge, but economists predict unemployment will remain almost
In a fetching cowgirl evening dress, the winner weeps tears of joy and
formation called a Prion. Prions are infectious agents which (almost
certainly) do not have a nucleic acid genome. It seems that a protein
alone is the infectious agent. The infectious agent has been called a
prion. A prion has been defined as "small proteinaceous infectious
particles which resist inactivation by procedures that modify nucleic
acids". The discovery that proteins alone can transmit an infectious
disease has come as a considerable surprise to the scientific community.
cortex and cerebellum. Probably most mammalian species develop these
diseases. Humans are also susceptible to several prion diseases:
the suite of offices he rents to a casting company is being boxed up and
"Yes, we are relocating," says the harried casting director. "We supply
immediately. Glancing at a printout in his hand, he tells his assistant,
drooling rum and shooting, two children to eviscerate, dogs to run and
Security Operations, insists." Turning away, he shouts into a phone,
And you said, "There is no purpose. It's just an accident."
virus teeming through his body, young enough to be your son.
And You said "Life goes on, within you and without you."
a growing taste for transfiguration, obliteration of self.
to another consciousness through the ecstatic chanting, where the
sound enables All to transcend their fear and experience their wonder
the other beings, inhabiting rocks that break in useful shapes, water
that cleans and cools, animals that give themselves to the people out
The children speak better as they socialize more securely. The
commemorate our births from out of the dark centers of the women, to
feel the complexity of our love and frustration with each other, to
stretch our cognition to encompass the thoughts of every entity we
They fashion tools and fashion pictorial representations with
perspective, use of pigment for line, shading, juxtaposition of images
in complicated interactions and with both sympathetic magic and
Our community, All, is the winner of the Great Cave Communities award
modern humans, able to learn and teach, conscious of our talents,
trained by the environment to emphasize the overcoming of
interpersonal frictions and cooperate. Perhaps there is some genetic
memory of the bonobos we are related to, those great apes whose
species, unlike their closest relatives the arboreal chimps, are
terrestrial enough to relax and enjoy food and sex, without the
environmental pressure for male hierarchies of domination. (see
We, the All, speak and make tools beautifully. All do not merely
"produce," as in productive labor; All are fully modern but have not
had to distinguish the infrastructural "labor" of acquiring and
cooking food from the superstructural "leisure" of talking after
eating or "ritual" of singing. It would be mistaken to see the life of
cognitive and emotive skills in everything we do, and have developed
complex society in which connections to each other and to the rest of
than through individual sensoria. Living is not easy for All: glaciers
and the dangers of the hunt narrow our world; but All's painters,
somatic, verbal and plastic form. It is important to note that All
without an owner's manual, and its habit of focusing attention on the
of narrating, stitching transitory sense impressions and feelings into
the others, has a legitimate fear of cave bears and cave tigers. But
fear threaded with memories of past attacks and predictions of
possible future pain that may obscure the core brain state of
This tendency in the darkness of life is brightened by a voluntary
surrender to the shared ecstasy of safety and worship of fecundity,
need for X and Y chromosomes is invisible to them, All experience
sexual contact without deducing its role in reproduction or imposing
the standard of reproduction on the sexual activity. All, like the
children are born from the bodies of women. Their groups might be as
(fictionalized, I assume, by the author) were inaccurate. Please see
"My body moves to the singing and drumming, the bone flutes, the holy
waters shared, the bodies all around me in the resonating chamber of
where our people feel special and right, where I and each one of us is
"Jagged crackles of flashes around our heads, our insides chanting
admitting us to the other part of the world, the part where all is
alive, all we see, hear, touch, taste, smell, lift, set down, pound or
"All we remember and all we forgot is here before us, the deer and
other meat, the bear and tiger to whom we are meat, the plants and
water and rock look at us with recognition, welcome us, dotted lines
of light, of power shoot from everything into me, from me into
Powers of beings revealing their being to our eyes and ears
I am not afraid of this power and the beings are not afraid of me"
"I can be in the darkness with light sweating out of my body,
droplets hiss white circles on the cave floor as I turn, as I turn
"Then absolute stillness, fires brighten, the world disappears into
such forms as lichens on cave walls, cave bear assailants on the
attack, earwax of old people exchanging formulas to ward off
humans generate as they experience their ritual life.
One is the state or process of transcendence, knowing the ultimate,
stepping out of self, through pain, ecstasy, whatever, into a feeling
of unity, wholeness, of uniting with higher levels of being. These
modes of transcendence are more or less known and knowable, and can be
The other category is the recognition and embrace of Immanence,
beyond epistemology, not a category of knowing, but one derived from
categories with the sexual division of labor among humans and
ultimately with gender stereotyping. By the time of the High
Paleolithic or Neolithic cultures of these caves, societies had
evolved far beyond the basic divisions of child rearing and other
tasks. I have witnessed the fact that women provide adequately for
themselves and their children, and share the surplus, through food
social structures rather than necessity selected for hunting, I
conclude that men developed hunting as a supplement, as something
helpful but not usually necessary, something to do to exercise their
brains and to take a more active role. Cooperation, and language, had
already been established through experience of gathering, sharing and
these activities could be performed with the brain of a Neanderthal,
I have seen your comments on this matter. Consider the following
1.The opening to immanent holiness in existence could be related to
the evolution of the cerebral cortex and therefore to an unknowable
knowing performed by the complex bundling of neural pathways but
holy origin in the processes the brain uses to monitor its own active
consciousness without transmitting them to the conscious mind.
"Life is a business whose returns are far from covering the cost. Let
us merely look at it; this world of constantly needy creatures who
continue for a time merely by devouring one another, pass their
existence in anxiety and want, and often endure terrible affliction,
"If the world were a paradise of luxury and ease, men would either
the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race
continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with
In the world outside this fiction, the Author remembers a sacred
"Oh, beautiful one, do not withhold from me that which makes you:
sperm, feces and bone and everything that makes you what you are and
L: "Yes. Mankind can't endure the thought that the world was born by
chance, by mistake, just because four brainless atoms bumped into one
C: "Then I should have told him that people put bombs on trains
everybody knows it's the other way around! And anyway, God??
impersonate bloody corpses of his favorite heretics. He spends his
time drunk on excellent local wines, fantasizing a very fulfilling
accused of gorging on rich foods and guzzling fine wines in the houses
of the rich. What a life, and very subversive, walking from town to
of the Kingdom of Heaven, but they can be in it right now! Tramping
around, not worrying about how slow walking is compared to the bus or
And, of course, purity of soul would put them all beyond petty
medieval morality. Since the Kingdom of God can be lived in the
present, there is no need for reproduction, either. Free love!"
"Better yet, they indulge their urges in homosexual acts."
has come into camp with a stringed instrument and is singing about
divinely. Your hands stray beneath the robe to the chest of your
You. I stroke your hair, your beard, your manly chest. Your scent is
strong with today's sweat and the rosemary we walked through all
afternoon. A kiss as your strong neck bends back to take my mouth, the
sliding of your tongue and the savory taste of meat and rare pepper.
with your gaze, my body shivers even here next to the fire, as your
seems a little hard to take. I am also impressed by the ideology, the
called themselves 'poor good youths' and 'good daughters.' They
rejected the sacramental system without worrying about
excommunication. They said 'I am a poor boy or girl' instead of 'I am
impersonally: 'it is said to you' instead of 'I say to you.' They all
a way of indicating they disdained Church hierarchies and followed
to spare future generations of the pain of living. Let's start a
movement for negative population growth among affluent Westerners.
Let's pledge not to have children and instead to leave some room and
have babies with surrogate mothers, and then hire nannies to take care
"Maybe the most useful would be mass suicide in the First World, for
almost ostentatiously plain, rigorously but gorgeously tailored,
might embarrass a Pontiff who, in his dotage, leans increasingly
Their luck runs sour when they are spotted by agents of the
Congregation for the Doctrine of the Faith at the bus terminal in the
"We know who you are: you are atheist revolutionaries. You, Caution,
sign that causes the priestly crew to relent. He points to their
crotches and mimes fellatio. After a period of speechless
"Every chance he gets," interrupts a young catechumen.
"Ever since," repeats the father with asperity, straightening his
"But we can't just let you walk around pretending to be piously in
spend the winter in the warm waters. The river at the park has a
fenced off area where manatees who have been nursed back from poor
health are kept. They would be unable to survive if they were free, a
grinding and work well for the foods the manatees eat. The teeth in
front wear down as the manatee gets older. But, new teeth form in the
back of the jaw, moving forward to replace them. That tooth movement
Manatees are plant eaters. They feed on all sorts of sea plants. An
eat. Also, sand is often mixed with the food they eat. The gritty sand
Brain, eyes, ears, whiskers are some of the body parts that help the
manatee sense the world. The manatee ear bones are large and their
hearing is believed to be good. They make sounds under water to "talk"
to each other. The sounds are like chirps, whistles, or squeaks. Most
of the sounds they make are too low a frequency for humans to hear.
Their eyes are small but manatees have fairly good vision. They can
tell differences between sizes of objects and different colors and
patterns. The manatee snout is covered with whiskers. They are sense
Their brain is very large and has a lot of gray matter. The gray
matter is where thinking occurs. Manatees can learn tricks. Breathing:
come up to the surface to breathe air. When the manatee reaches the
surface, you can hear the air blown out of the mouth with a big burst
of air. Poof. Then you can hear the fresh air being sucked in.
Sharks and alligators do not usually hunt them. Most premature deaths
In an upcoming episode, readers will gasp at the scope of their
to their aspirations and doubts with encouraging tenderness and
penetration. They are also eager to help her progress in her
the boy's armpits and crotch, with puissant bottom notes of pee and
what he hoped was an unsuspecting planeload. Elaborately moving his
tongue in his long drowse, he fell into the reverie mentioned earlier
coastal regions in the tropical parts of the Old World, but some
individuals go into the fresh water of estuaries and up rivers.
member of this order adapted to cold waters. Manatees live along the
coast and in coastal rivers in the southeastern United States, Central
three to about six individuals. Generally slow and inoffensive, they
spend all their life in the water. They are vegetarians and feed on
various water plants. They are the only mammals that have evolved to
the myths of the sirens) and manatees. The only reliable observations
of nursing in manatees, however, have revealed that the young suckle
while the mother is underwater in a horizontal position, belly
somewhat similar but that the calf usually is in an inverted position.
comparative scarcity at the present time probably results from
exploitation by humans for food, hides, and oil. The number of
the Baby's chest and screeches away in brimstone and thunder to the
facing the viewer, still holding the murdered Ana K. in his arms,
right of the bed, her hand on her daughter's little forehead, while
falling out of the frame bottom right. Merle is in the foreground to
Doctor, Nurse and Alligator Purse, in a pictorial triangle middle