Begin, Again, Finally Begin Organic bodies. Competitively divergent, Striving to maintain Separation. First creature, Rat. Disgusted, self-hating, heart-horrored. Ties a string-taut wire around his skinny neck And kicks the stool. Begin again Second, Vulture. Stupidly well-fed on pride, Invests heavy in guns, Gas, nightsticks and, supercritically, All the plutonium he can lay his talons on, Ending in his own atomization: The birth of stars. And again Snake.

Circling We move in circles around each other, encircled and encompassing, each turn driven in part by our own will to move and be moved, driven too by that First Cause, the Prime Mover, whose very existence guarantees the endless movement of time and the unceasing, ever-expanding production and reproduction of man’s vain desire to touch and be touched. But that First Cause does not turn, cannot turn; it thinks Itself alone and is unmoved, or at best does not know of the stri

To Spinoza nomads we traverse a flat shimmering world breeding images. signs & erratic/ erotic encounters; surfaces effacing depth...we killed being you and I – for what? for the sake of ecstatic form. modes counterfeit substance, producing a synthetic real. If being exists it does so as an effect of the imaginary, of imaging. so, not-being, not-at-all-being then, not even becoming.

Sin's Body There is in me a Body of Sin: Sin its own heart and lungs, brain-blood-bones- teeth-tongue; a crown of vice adorns the head; channels and ducts convey lust to the secret parts; and the juicy marrow gives much succulence to Sin. Secreting sweat and bile, Sin does its vile work. Possessed, inhabited, I am Sin.