Nunquam

Dormio
 de Choke
por Chuck Palahniuk
 Just remember that
the things you put into
your head are there
forever... You might want
to think about that.

Each memory recalled must

do some violence to its
origins.
As in a party game.

Say the word

There’s a quality of legend about freaks. Like and pass it on. So be spa-
a person in a fairy tale who stops you and
demands that you answer a riddle. Most people ring. What you alter in the
go through life dreading they’ll have a remembering has yet
traumatic experience. Freaks were born with a reality, known or not.
their traumas. They’re aristocrats.
-Cormac McCarthy

— Diane Arbus
— Hakim Bey, Poetic Terrorism
PROTOCOLOS DEL PUNK CIRCENSE.

1. LO MÁS IMPORTANTE ES NUNCA SER

CAPTURADO.
2. establece la regla de romper las reglas.
3. Never give up a joke.
4. Todas las barreras tienen porosidad.
5. Es mejor juzgar a alguien por sus discos
que por las personas con las que se acues-
tan.
6. Si no quieres compartir tus sustancias,
tienes un problema con las
sustancias.
7. El amor es real, no tiene freno, interesado en si mis-
mo a un punto maliciosos, no es una creatura domesti-
cada, sino un animal salvaje, nunca te interpongas en-
tre el y su comida.
8. Se amigable pero receloso de otros circos.
9. Confía en tus amigos aun cuando no puedas
confiar en tus amigos, aun si ni siquiera son
realmente tus amigos pero son parte de tu
troupe.
10. Se receloso pero amigable con los ancia-
nos.
11. Todo se vale.
12. Se generoso con el amateur.
13. Tus credenciales siendo evidentes para tus
iguales, al serte exigidas no debe preocuparte
pues todos somos culpables a los ojos de la
ley, más eres superior a aquellos que escogen
vivir bajo su cobijo, pues el gobierno, la igle-
sia, y las locas corporaciones vampirizantes
pueden ser autoritarias pero dios no lo es y lo que
haces esta bien para el.
 ‘ H e a r t & S o u l, J o y D i v i s i o n
Instincts that can still betray us,
I’m a dirt person. A journey that leads to the sun,
Soulless and bent on destruction,
I trust the dirt. A struggle between right and wrong.
I don’t trust diamonds You take my place in the showdown,
and gold.’ I’ll observe with a pitiful eye,
I’d humbly ask for forgiveness,
A request well beyond you and I.
— Eartha Kitt
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Heart and soul, one will burn.
Did I ever tell you about the man who taught his
asshole to talk? His whole abdomen would move up
and down you dig farting out the words. It was An abyss that laughs at creation,
unlike anything I ever heard. This ass talk had sort A circus complete with all fools,
of a gut frequency. It hit you right down there like
you gotta go. You know when the old colon gives Foundations that lasted the ages,
you the elbow and it feels sorta cold inside, and Then ripped apart at their roots.
you know all you have to do is turn loose? Well
this talking hit you right down there… Beyond all this good is the terror,
The grip of a mercenary hand,
-Naked Lunch, William S. Burroughs
When savagery turns all good reason,
There’s no turning back, no last stand.

Heart and soul, one will burn.

Heart and soul, one will burn.

Existence well what does it matter?

I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand.
The present is well out of hand.
 100 elefantes pesan lo mismo
que una nube promedio.

 Hay tantos fragmentos de pata

de araña flotando en el aire
que siempre estas inhalando una
buena cantidad de ellos.

 Llueven diamantes de los cielos

de Urano y Neptuno.
 …

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was — Tracey Berkowitz

more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”

— Anais Nin
Mad Girl’s Love Song

Sylvia Plath

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
 “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death
that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it
to pass over me and through me. And when my fear is gone I
will turn and face fear’s path, and only I will remain.”
— Dune, Frank Herbert
The following poem reads like a Futurist manifesto for kite flying:

Fly away from me, my bird, glance

restlessly as you dart about on high;
swoon down like the bush hawk in se-
arch of its prey. Fly ever higher, beauti-
ful bird, soar beyond the clouds and
over the trough of the sea, onward to
Caropus, onward to Antares, speed to
the clouds like a warrior about to do bat-
tle, onward!
 Dos Lobos.
Upon the angle of its shade
The cypress stood, self-balanced high; Una tarde un viejo cherokee conto
Half up, half down, as double-made, a su nieto acerca de la batalla que
Along the ground, against the sky. sucede dentro de todas las perso-
And we, too! from such soul-height went nas.
Such leaps of blood, so blindly driven, Dijo: “Mi hijo, la batalla es entre
We scarce knew if our nature meant los dos lobos que tenemos den-
Most passionate earth or intense heaven. tros. Uno es malo. Es el odio, la
The nightingales, the nightingales. envidia, los celos la pena, el re-
mordimiento, la codicia, la auto-
We paled with love, we shook with love, complacencia, la culpa, el resnti-
We kissed so close we could not vow; miento, la mentira la falsa superio-
Till Giulio whispered, `Sweet, above ridad y el ego.
God’s Ever guarantees this Now.’
And through his words the nightingales
Drove straight and full their long clear call,
Like arrows through heroic mails,
And love was awful in it all.
The nightingales, the nightingales.

Fragmento de
Bianca among nightingales
E. Browning.

El otro es bueno. Es la dicha la

paz, el amor la esperaza la se-
renidad, la humildad, la ele-
gancia, la empatía, la generosi-
dad, la verdad, la compassion
y la fe.”
El nieto quedo pensando un
rato y preguntó: “¿Qué lobo
gana?”
Su abuelo le contestó. ¿Aquel
que alimentas?
Sabiduría Cherokee.
 We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus!
That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t.
Walter Martin and Paloma Muñoz
We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities,
we are eaten up by nothing.

— Bukowski

Human Candles, 1996

Wax, wicks, metal
74 x 36 x 36 inches each
We cast ourselves as candles in a mixture of beeswax and parafine with
a wick running through the center from head to feet. We lit the candles
at the beginning of our show in PPOW Gallery and we let the candles
burn and run their course throughout the exhibition. Our candle bodies
slowly melted away for the duration of the show.
Scientists Develop Software That Can Map Dreams

A team of Japanese scientists have created a device that enables the processing
and imaging of thoughts and dreams as experienced in the brain to appear on a
computer screen.
While researchers have so far only created technology that can reproduce sim-
ple images from the brain, the discovery paves the way for the ability to unlock
people’s dreams and other brain processes.
A spokesman at ATR Computational Neuroscience Laboratories said: “It was the
first time in the world that it was possible to visualise what people see directly
from the brain activity.
“By applying this technology, it may become possible to record and replay sub-
jective images that people perceive like dreams.” The scientists, lead by chief
researcher Yukiyaso Kamitani, focused on the image recognition procedures in
the retina of the human eye.
“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain
cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in
living. It’s a way of looking at life through
the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what
I do, and that enables you to laugh at life’s
realities.”
WHAT IS ORGONE ENERGY?
by Charles R. Kelley, Ph.D.

Franz Anton Mesmer called it animal magnetism; Charles von Rei-

chenbach called it odyle. To Henri Bergson it was the elan vital, the
“vital force;” while to Hans Driesch it was the entelechy . Sigmund
Freud observed its functioning in human emotions and termed it libi-
do. William MacDougall, the great British - American psychologist of a
generation ago, labeled it hormic energy. Dozens, if not hundreds, of
lesser - known scientists have recognized its presence and have given
it a name to characterize its special properties. Among the 20th-
century proponents of the concept are, for example, Doctors Charles
Littlefield and his vital magnetism and George Starr White and his
cosmo-electric energy . Mechanistic science in the 17th through 19th
centuries embraced many of its essential qualities in the concept of the
ether, while mystical human beings have embraced other essential
qualities of it in the concept of god.

Orgone energy is Wilhelm Reich’s name for the substratum from

which all nature is created. The best definition this author can provide
for it is this: Orgone energy is the creative force in nature.