Wednesday, June 08, 2011
June 30. militant diagrams in the stratosphere, o ethanol-
we were arresting anarchists, objects of contemplation, or of art.
the photos prove that we know what we are talking about. on the critical date, we had been ordered to put a bomb somewhere - an intellectual and emotional complex in an instant of time. ten people perished during the attack, and distances tumbled into nothing.
magic nights of hideous study
paychecks horrific as phantoms
dear friends. the world, I believe, is full of so many marvelous cities. but everyone I have ever met has only been to places where they didn’t want to be, and they have only done what they didn’t want to do, and they have died in ways that they didn’t want to die.
give us stones, magnificent stones.
goodbye to all that, we have done nothing wrong. victory to the occupations. victory to the imagination. o radiance, we are so respectful we demand to be boiled