Bodies with Orgasms
Mark Stephens. 1999.
part_____of an ongoing draft
sensations
experienced by entire bodies:
body craving organisation
body craving entire vibrations
bodies exceeding themselves in the name of more bodies
bodies wishing not to be erased by the worlds
a body seeking excitation
utter and completing completely
(this body is not always complicit)
complying
a complication - a body plies its trades within this system of encounters
(i wont know you unless our bodies rub together)
heat seeking bodies
bodies emoting temperatures
keeping together - their busy work
motivating frictions which generate these heats
and heated remainders
reminding this bodiness of its nest
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this body aims at making a self
by itself
(on its own time)
(in its own ways)
do you gather?
(we gather together and we separate)
each particle secure
each particle highly charged
and begging ultimation
this is a nation which parts
a random collision
producing as an example
the bodies of humanity
pushing the great solid open
defiantly
particles blowing apart
there is too much passion here for an eternity
and the artfulness of bodies stagger
in the name of an ongoing living fullness
which is particular
body longs for orgasm
body longs for activating all zen satiations
to be body simultaneously with every level of being
body wants to be
and full
a body being shifted
shifting towards the body of all bodies
(this is a body first and foremost)
(bodies are bored)
(bodies wishing to be lived in)
(bodies wanting to feel alive)
in the meantime...
soul circulates through all slaves of sensation
(there is being only one system for being with bodies)
soul is agent
soul is the subtle vibration enacting upon bodies
and orgasms are halos
halos giving rise to otherwise stable bodies
and geology says thankyou to all animals
for enacting life through a body
living bodies which planets are grateful for
and in return...
and in return this static body shelters us
this static body nourishes the full-needing of animationings
this reciporical gift
this is caught in the charge of reciprocations
and all bodies are electric
this hummms
ah-Oommmmmmm
(Oh Human!)
these bodies sing a sound
things a rock and an animal share in common
as bodies
(am i telling something wrong?)
a certain soul navigating through temporal uncertainties
i kiss you
i kiss you again
a localised sensation
orgasms
organs
an organisation breathing
has this written bodything defined for us the letters
O
R
G
A
can we feel these words as obscure knowns
in their nouness
all bodies are derived from the present
a presence
a body is a gift
and so on
this body presents its self for you
the essentials of this living.
peace is not needed in order to maintain a living
infact a life requires this chaos
(and a world wholly alive has a hellish power)
and
continuity is a succession of small bursts
and
the materials are adulterous and born of the particles' blazes
deadly
imagination can be a very dangerous thing
sometimes
if handled unwisely
damaging with the weight of a child's innocence
(superfluous)
and clarity.....
clarity is selfless
so let go now and allow
the things which pass through you to flow through you freely
and allow, those things which stay to stick
i am composing my body in this way
and sometimes.....
it dawned upon me
as i was slide mouse device click on button
then pressing withfingers
slide click slide click slide click slide click
and 2 eyes and a mind
this is for the the fingers and wrists;
this technology is for minds fingers eyes wrists
and binds them together
these mutual bodies mediated by minds souls
and all the while these wiry dolls tracking upon the landing
all the while thises walking bodies
this body is a host
this soul has made of the body a home
this soul desiring a mobile habitat
all liquids and tissues and membranes and motives and bladders and sacks
ours was an organisms
walkings towards bindings communities
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and i remember the era of birdreptiles
in transition
it was commonly known as the age of the dinosaurs
(this is commonly known as the era of human)
and i remember the coarseness of these beasts
(and i remember the coarseness of the beasts)
i remember the bulk of their sizing
(i remember they are creatures baring 4 limbs; creatures with twenty digits)
and i remember their talons, their horns and their frills
(and i remember their daggers, their swords and their shields)
their plates, their clubs and their spines
(their vests, their guns and their batons)
their teeth and their spikes
(their teeth and their lies)
and there were many of these creatures
(and there were many of these creatures)
and i remember them in the tens of thousands
(and i remember them in their billions)
and i remember their numbers stretching the width of cities
(and i remember their numbers stretching the width of the lands)
and i remember they number themselves with a measure
(and i remember their boundlessness and the cullings)
i remember the culling
in keeping with the gifts proffered by the land
(this spherical object)
and i remember life was hard
(and i remember life is hard)
i remember we are hard and savage beasts
(i remember they were hard and savage beasts)
ferocious
(ferocious)
{i remember their cells; we were lusty creatures of living}
an ember
in spite of this knowledge it will continue to be awkward
a slowness
moving slowly
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prickling
the animal is smart - the animal understands this humane vocabulary
animal is not dumb - more pointedly an animal is an animal
exercising an animated independence (and the knowledge of a particular body)
it bands together
(and i remember the world is fertile)
the world is fertile
and i remember.....
(neither sound nor object but both)
passing roundness promiscuously
this thing begging a selling of an us
draw a square and put inside it one love
does this gesture become love when it is always in delay?
sometimes the narrative is scratching me
fingers scratch back
a deepening plunge
wiring unquoted quotations
sometimes, nearly, a narrative is written
just as if by....
hello other friendly other
1_
0_
i love you
or perhaps
we could delay the solution for an eternity
keeping wary of all days
and name for you a time we felt love
7:35pm on tuesday the fifteenth of december nineteen seventy
this is the only time remembered
(from here)
being taciphrenic
this was feeling a music
and only when it languidifies will we love this
a gain
far superior
for the duration of songs
for all sounds
wee-puh
it begs of us : come with me
eyes beg of us : come with me now
plug me up backside my head
wallowing
i am wallowing for you
and i ask of us sing
it slaps us for passion
hello
how are you
we were moving forward
independing and independent
suffusing to and fro
t h i s s o u n d i n g b i n d s
this language will speak of us partially
another thread - as stable as others
and the itching of another question being
tuning is not about harmony
harmony is jazz and jazz is intuition
....and improvisation
dissonance is harmony
tuning is about sounding a body
a body
must have a sound
if it is to operate
successfully
as a sound body
and there is this cohesion; this consistency of amass
life is lived on a loop
like a scratch on a record
spiralling
toward a centre
never quite the same shifted slightly
(and a breath)
facing a passing impression upon eternity
always already supplanted
faces making sounds
are crucial
a chatter ring
a clicking of teeth
which resonates
and when it resonates it permeates
and when it permeates it binds
we are bound by sound
an object which moves is an object which resounds
and so cinema becomes preoccupied
cinema is just another phallus crystallised
which urges us to forget
by offering us the techniques
for constructing a memory
[which is a lie]
so reclaim monstrosity
most beautiful of things
there is nothing diabolical
in the union of letters
which are unaffected
by definitions
either
way
and my objectness walks
on the outside
of entire worlds
i the only thing which would constitute an inside
and....
inside is a tricky creature and....
inside is a trick of the light
and this is what makes it so palpable
it is inside
and all require eyes
what constitutes a human soul?
an object which is central to a formation
and which vibrates for emphasis
drawing the composition together,
producing humanity
a continuity of all minor details;
every object and every thing
passing events and familiar scenes
(already we are axed from the earth's cruel favours)
[there were these awkward moments
which in spite of our love
said
(close. next to. my fingers are rubbing)