21 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Etched Into the Border Encircling a Labyrinth Installed Near the Site of a Future Hydroelectric Dam
You see the curling before you, sound of rushing water following an ancient course. You step on the path. One way in. Infinity of folding. Then one way out. Like rivers carving channels in the ground and evaporating then tumbling back upon themselves. The sound is there, but silence descends to awareness. The walk meets itself. Is there power in repetition? You know the drowning when you begin to hear your own blood flowing in your ears. Resist the urge to confusion. Embrace the new paradigm, forged from the desire for life. You carve new trails. You follow ancient paths.
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20 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Inked in Tattoos on Several Hundred People, One Word Per Person
You built a house without windows. Cheaper, you said, but without light you were no different than a blind mole scampering around in dark tunnels. You said you liked the cozy feeling. We brought you glass. Offered to punch holes in the walls. The structure has an integrity all its own, you said. Don’t destroy anything on a whim, you said. We were perplexed. Kindness kept us from telling the truth: madness unchecked will proliferate. We sat with you in the dark. Invented flickers of light somewhere. You passed us cheese and crackers. We reached for them, feeling only trust.
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19 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Composed By Stacking a Large Assortment of Children’s Wooden Blocks
You blockheads, you make your alphabets from wood and paint, don’t you? And think that is sufficient. Where do you all come from? You see haystacks and apartment buildings, toppled empires and wreckage, all to mark the passing. None of it is your fault but all of it is your doing, spread out on the carpet to trap the unwary. The world up there is a tiny desire, telescoped power hung on ether and raised like a cup. You see the throats vibrating, the lips chattering. You know how it will all turn out. You bide your time and wait.
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18 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Translated From an Invented Language That Uses Only the Four Letters C, A, T, and G, the Nucleotides of DNA
You fly because your ancestors flew. You crawl because your ancestors crawled. You eat because your ancestors ate. You die because your ancestors died. You cry because your ancestors cried. You bruise because your ancestors bruised. You sleep because your ancestors slept. You love because your ancestors loved. You plant seeds because your ancestors planted seeds. You kiss because your ancestors kissed. You drink because your ancestors drank. You kill because your ancestors killed. You walk because your ancestors walked. You sing songs because your ancestors sang songs. You doubt because your ancestors doubted. You heal because your ancestors healed.
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17 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Placed Under a Windshield Wiper Blade
I almost hit your car and thought you might want to know how close you came to some serious inconvenience. I’m hoping this knowledge will give you the joy of dodging a bullet. See, I had to swerve to avoid a car which had drifted into my lane. In taking that action, I almost side swiped your car. Almost. Instantly I felt a kinship with your vehicle. It was like we had been through a battle together, your car and me. I stopped to write this note. If your car seems just a little jumpy today, now you’ll know why.
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16 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work That Will Never Be Written
Your letter arrived yesterday. The page was blank. No return address, but I knew it was from you. The paper was so thin it was transparent. It slipped out of my hand and floated to the floor, where I had a hard time finding it. What was the point? I got a blank sheet of my own paper. Not transparent, but blank. I sealed it in an envelope. Put a stamp on it. I didn’t write your address on the envelope. Instead I thought about where you live when I placed it in the mail box. Hello? You still there?
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15 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Chiseled Into Rock
You arrived long after the cooling events. So late to the party, most of the revelers gone, now all you see is the stilled flesh before you. You’ll cut into it, just to tell people you were here. Isn’t that a little too much? Who are you? Others have been here without the need for cutting. All they left were footprints. Ghost impressions of their hooves, claws, and feet. Sometimes that was more than enough. And now you. Etching the spirits. Grinding the stilled magma. Hoping to take some of the life with you. Dust in your deep, lonely pockets.
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14 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Found in the Rubble After the Demolition at the Headquarters of the Bureau of Surrealistic Research
You asked for a love note. The giraffes gave me a script for love talking. We sang songs of forests burning in purple flames. The world has been been destroyed so many times and has rebuilt itself each time. We dig in the ground for artifacts. Find combs and broken hearts. No one expects this to continue, and yet it does, forever. The rain is red. The wine is dust. We plant seeds from meteorites and do not recognize the plants that grow. Which is love? The not knowing or the accepting? They will be here soon with wrecking ball.
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13 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Found in a Corked Bottle While Beachcombing on the Edge of The Pacific Ocean
The sand here has gotten into our clocks and ground the gears to a halt. If you have picked this up you now know we don’t know where we are or how long we’ve been here. Picture a classic cartoon. One palm tree. The sun high overhead. Crates of shoes broken open on the shore. Power factions vying for control. Our island demarcated with lines in the sand. Election promises. People wearing rags. Many speeches concerning a bright future. Dire warnings of bad news. A call for foreign aid to help us over the difficult transition. Secret plans for communication.
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12 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work to be Translated Into Several Languages
Come to our town. We want to see you. We have all kinds of things for you to do. You can hit us if you want. We will let you. You can steal from us. Yes, it is true. We want you to do all of these things. Our clocks are all stuck at five past one. Do not ask why. It is one of our quirks which you will tell your friends when you speak of our town. The sea is here. You may put trash in it. We love you. Come see us. Come see us now, please.
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11 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Intended For New Parents
The name you give your child is temporary. Babies will find their own true names, given time. Do not be fooled by their unintelligible yammering. Baby talk is a net they deploy in the air to snag their one true name. Once they catch it and recognize it for what it is, they will hold fast to it forever. Many will forget, as they grow, this name they found in the ether. But towards the end of a long life, the name will come back. Their last gift, their first memory returned, the syllables like the beat of the earth
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10 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work That Was Lost When the Author’s House Caught Fire
You chipped at the rock, removing it one jagged piece at a time. Later you dug channels in the dirt to bury the pieces. You tripped over a berm, twisting your foot. You walked with a limp, and the world changed. Now it was skewed far more than you were comfortable with. You tilted your head to compensate. The roar of the stars changed pitch. The darkness covered everything and you stumbled again, then waited. Stood with your own breath. The moon behind you, tapping your shoulder. Hello. You again? Why aren’t you asleep? Why can’t you find your rest?
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09 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Purportedly Written by a Dog But Probably Ghostwritten by a Human
You can’t know the joy of running after a ball, over and over again. Or the fun of chomping on sticks. You who ride around in cars (which are fun to chase, by the way) and watch football on television and tell each other that it is time to put down the dog because the vet bill is too high, you can’t know the joy. You can’t see how much we live for the bounce. And the long walks. Those are good too. Let them live. Kick them out of the house if you need to, but let them live.
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08 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work to be Shipped With Machines That Automatically Paint Portraits of Your Ancestors Based on Your General Body Characteristics
Do not be alarmed by the confines of the portrait chamber. It may look too small, but even those suffering from acute claustrophobia have successfully remained in the zone for the required five minute scan. During this time you will be asked to display certain facial expressions and flex certain muscles. The portrait machine works best if you exaggerate these as much as possible. It also helps to shave your head. And clear your mind of thoughts. The portrait machine works best with a clean slate. Above all, do not be alarmed. There is absolutely no danger. We guarantee it.
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06 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Intended to Be Read After Death
Butterflies won’t help you here. Chasing them, catching them, pinning them to display boards and so on. We have come to accept this reality. Probably best if you do so as well. The absence of pain is disconcerting at first, but you get used to it. There’s nothing to injure, so don’t worry about it. Sensation was always problematic anyway. Wasn’t it? We offer advice. You don’t have to take it. Please make noise. It helps everyone. There is the question of haunting. The temptation is always there. Resist it. You’ll make more friends that way. Welcome to our world.
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05 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work to be Printed on Red Pages
All of life, and everything we do in it, is a recipe. Mix the dyes. Apply to shirt. Let dry. You should use materials that don’t require heavy lifting. Even if you are strong. Backs give out. You consume more than you produce. Does this trouble you? If it doesn’t it may mean you need to examine your activities carefully. Don’t blame the stars. They don’t know about you, and if they did, they still wouldn’t care enough to help you with your dyes. Wear the shirt with pride. You made it. It’s your art. Don’t drown yourself. Glub glub.
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04 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work Found on the Sidewalk Next to a Tattered Photograph of Someone’s Pet Dog
You excel at manifestoes, even ones you do not believe in. The one about animals biding their time, waiting for us to go. That took some imagination and work. It was interesting. Made me see things differently. But you forgot one thing. We don’t want to go. That other one, where you outlined a map of cognitive functions that included telepathic black holes. That was something. Real crazy person ranting on a street corner stuff. I could see it on a cardboard sign. Don’t take that as criticism. It’s praise, really. Just look at it. You’ll see what I mean.
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03 June 2006
An Excerpt From a Work No Longer In Progress
The ants crawled up your arm. A long row of them. They stopped at your tattoo. The red one of the tree. You remember it? It grew there for a while, hidden next to your elbow. You were fascinated by it, even though you usually didn’t see it. But the ants did. They gathered around the base of it, where the trunk meets the grass. A red tree. Nuts. The ants clustered there. Tickling a little. You talked to them about it. What’s up ants? you said. You like my tree? Remember? What’s up ants? Funny. You made them laugh.
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