consultations

2008-07-25T10:25:00.000-07:00

the age when one has ceased to blush
let's cry a little while

help me banish these troubling thoughts
depicting the underside of humanity

against her slender little waist
illustrating the perils of disharmony

the boys being dresses as girls
became a secondary passion

what a pretty mouthful we have here
imaginary hybrids: humans with rams heads: angels

his flabby prick's discharge
ears like a demon

the child wipes herself and the recital continues
foretelling the grotesques

*

angels have a menacing presence
with the other hand he separated my buttocks

ominous is in its portent of rapacity
then led him to my sister's asshole

the silent mouth deep below that mimes
he applied his mouth to it

heavy with the honey of sleep
most cynically unleashed his fuck

yr father dipping his longest finger into yr mother
lifted my skirts from behind

dots of pink and blue in a line
handsomely served and entirely surrounded

a boy with gangly legs is reading a picture book
deliciously bemused by the pimps palate

2008-07-25T10:16:00.000-07:00

he wishes the girl to go and make her confession
transcendental hope and squalid mound

licking an insolent creature
after awhile we'll make you feel good

neither putting it in his mouth nor touching it
if we can possess that entity then we are satisfied

and socratized him again
he must cry out, "let me meet thy holy fire"

shot his pilgrim tongue into his hole
whisked caravaggio in there

his horny ass fortified by rude usage
a running greek erection warrior

bidding me guide my movements
a model of the multiple universe

*

the anguish of one's mother
after he had done considerable sucking

over cherry-wood smoke
whose filth is as old as the hills

promise us nothing but scorn and oblivion
and returned to his licking

being more than a metaphor
my fingers into his anus took firm hold

you are mist
only remained impassive

a young whore dumped on a simple bed
cleaned his mouth with piss

masturbators and kickers tied up
his prescription in perfect faith

*

i had that charming pupil in my house
the gown about his parts

mouths dispatched to have some shit
of what sex should yr victim be

grasping my tits one after the other
that would make me the happiest girl ever

my hand upon his groin
out of the umbilicus forever bombing

mauls kisses and bites him
a fuller understanding of the body

his prick between my dugs
he inundates her face with jism

her skirt raised above her waist
her torturer watches through a window

2008-07-24T19:26:00.000-07:00

employing very well heated tongs
to vent the fatted leech

earlier he had kissed her ass
before bleeding her

submitted to a violent fustigation
milked and repumped

discharged upon his sucker's buttocks
minute details that signal changes

many girls many married women
finally tired of this enterprise

a house devoted to nothing else
thus destroying the stability of smoke

for the thirty days of november
a man has himself whipped

*

little secrets naked and unveiled
she won't dare emit a peep

if she were still alive
she takes her turn mounting and flogging him

clutching me and demanding silence
preventing a prick from complaining

the initial charm gives way
seating himself between her parted legs

the eve of masculinity
having generously embuggered her

by means of a series of sequences
"god's fuck, i've an ass full of shit"

giving birth in a magical slumber
amply refreshed, sucked him for a moment or two

*

keep a bridle on one's tongue
damnation places the speaking subject outside of language

render shit more abundant and more delicate
you cannot attain self-expression save through wrong-doing

this business is not to be accomplished in haste
any orifice whose shape permits are made to be fucked

keeping the turd in his mouth
amid contingencies of history

meltdown between her splendid buttocks
god has been unbound

his tongue probing the densest eructation
rub the feces into wounds

indulging in ordinary riot
disguised indeces of an apparatus of body

2008-07-24T10:28:00.001-07:00

her head did not comply with any of the conditions
the frightened thing is the denoument

the most voluptuous buttocks
victims with the devouring fury

flabby and worn from use
penetrate with ease the most painful truths

he never lets one slip through his fingers
in the devil, eyes of one thousand spectators

fondling the corpses belly
a greater depth of aesthetic cognition or recognition

speaking as if i were an animal
the devils theatres are also the center for mystics

get down on yr hands and knees
founded on absolute solitude as a first given fact

*

all that i ask is for love to remain with me
discharged upon her asshole

there will be a repeat performance
fucking his murdered daughter

a kind of apotheosis for the viewer
his tongue in that cunning little hole

the aim is to define their position in absurdity
thrust his prick between her thighs from behind

sexual exuberance is that which prevents us from being things
move from one anus to the next

a priest and a physician
a profusion of kisses over her ass

a nonlinguistic language whose forms are meaning
secondary to a fart in the mouth

2008-07-24T10:21:00.001-07:00

having lasted through the night
a very stiff dick that serves as a monument

a gesture of trapping into shape
a man hires two men to fuck him

the usual pathological forms are mentioned
by gods cock and balls, wine dribbling down my chin

intricacies of screams tongues footsteps
the other always institutes the subject by alienating it

sorcerers cradling their revulsed litany
desire that managed to open these paths

a body torn from moth eaten imagery
the elimination of sex and violence

the thickest heaviest gobs admired his hole
I wish I was in a fucking church right now

*

esteemed relative I shall spread yr legs today
toilers in darkness pissing farting and throwing up

those eroded discourses to reliable speech
palming off jugglers

ah sweet jism, i'm coming. i'm dying.
recieve the phases of our mouths

i'm going to drive this cock into yr adams apple
they had lain me down on the wretched other

transformed unknown regions spelled out by the missing
only to rid myself of jesus christ

an irreperable break the principle of artifact
deformed heads dangling from mirrors

the very aura of sacredness a profanation
deprived of its essential reflexes

2008-07-09T09:48:00.000-07:00

do you ever feel ravenous
the sound of yr voice plummets to the core of my cock

a girl afraid of being eaten by a dog
the same occurs in peasant revolts

slips into glorification of sound
who can fathom the human mind

i suck the water from the tip of her nose
join in her festivals, pity no one

a precious narcissistic wound
i'm afraid i'll cripple you with this

constantly threatened with bursting
cunts are roses

the horror of a sickening human condition
we fuck, we suck, we come.

*

we fuck. we suck. we come. we die.
surreptitiously mingling the theme

we die. we come. we suck. we fuck.
pluralizing the object

good heavens! i'm being ripped apart
irreconcilable body promised remission

reveal works by fragmenting them and making them disappear
separated by sex and language

we come. we die. we die. we come.
recast and desemantisized into music

not in the cunt, not in the ass, not even in the mouth
i'm making slurping noises on yr cock

fuck me horseman, horse me fuckman, horse fuck me
marriage without parental consent

If this were a book...this might be the cover

2008-06-30T23:02:00.000-07:00

--painting by leon golub

2008-06-25T20:15:00.000-07:00

minor perversions were multiplied
hyphae search for each other

the sex of the husband and wife
how to tell time by my body

scrutiny was the sexuality of children
the cannibal is only a variant

to marry or rape a criminals offspring
the series is one of disjunctions

to seduce a nun or engage in sadism
into pure red sun, and then the clouds

reveries, obsessions, pety manias
splash his cock and balls with molten tallow

begin to fragment and violate cadavers
this craftsman of information becomes the pivot of the text

*

a linguistic boundary between savage speech and
cruel or maniacal lovers

a man gives a girl a quart of anise to drink
a disquieting meaning that pervades our conduct

swallowing the blood and fuck as one
the bloodiest animal confessing

what is foreign is what escapes from a place
indulgence or the quantity of repression

a pregnant woman's miscarriage
the uncertain status of sodomy regarding children

the gates of this horizon are closed
a sexuality that is economically usefull

a long distance telephone call
abusively reduced to silence

*

reproducing labor for the family
she only makes him love her when she's unconscious

an adolescent fingering an adult
behind the electron microscope

the somber madness of sex
a preist is jerking off

assumed an autonomy of violated virgins
the adult denies whatever contradicts its dreams

this garrulous attention to unwarranted caresses
so that they are bound as girls and freed as demons

a policing of sex overcoming hesitation
i love the boredom of intestines

for our pleasure alone
the dementia of their progeny will remain wild & confused

*

the mother is the last to die
perversion is a fixture of the game

sudden jumps in pulse rate, variations in perspiration
the encroachment on bodies and their pleasures

her aora is made of glass
reinforced by the asses of schoolboys

going from the system of perception to motility
the sexual mosaic of surveillance systems

after the torture victim vomits
the psychiatrist and his perverts

all arts and sciences the curvature of the ultrasexual
a temporary aberration of sexoaesthetic inverts

makes love with the glass behind which is the altered body
the solitary habits of prepubescent children

2008-06-20T12:53:00.000-07:00

you used sleeping pills which were placed on my clit
bring the body down again, to prove possession

sucking on yr nipples like a giant
the devil cannot know what we think within ourselves

the unified face will get sore
the representation of power is all the more spectacular

i'm getting quicker at cutting up the body
strangled before the body is caught in the flames

the cockshank sharp pointed in green neon
from the exorcism we must move in two directions

i won't forget having been slapped to yr pillows
also, with my throat i shall swallow ten thousand cocks

my tongue in yr ear just for a second
she yelled like a lion for me, it was a warning

*

the museum is being fucked from the inside
and a strip f man had meaning now

personal rivalries, a public debate, god and the devil
smelling yr asshole, body

a writing paper for history, the smooth place for inscription
lay down and beg for the cock

lay down and beg for the cock
i want to take off yr skin

i am sincere
a harmless ex-catholic boy

the birth of a history within criminal transgression
jerked of against a barbell

reality is neither the subject nor the object
yr lips on my tits, the tip of you

2008-06-18T19:14:00.000-07:00

an open belly will stare out at the observer
a town in a skull, bedroom in the stomach

nausea of awe and terror
the text frightens or seduces by touching

a gun rather than an open gash
elucidation of the past

a damaged head, a torn off arm
manipulated taxonomy of roguery

the small muscles in her fingertips
defamiliarizing

perceived as transitory evil
the bark of parchment bent on effect

the human animal perverted by identity
jism upon spit-soaken buttocks

*

linked to perversion by taste
the ease or reluctance with which it breaks

it does not anchor the ebb
the refusal of the body to disown its own posture

a self-propelling game of its own mockery
one fragile gesture or in a thousand

the pursuit of pleasure, carnival
the body is usually learned unconsciously, effortlessly

the duality of sacredness
disembodied forms of patriotism

this unthinkable relic authorizes itself
piano keys recover a lost auditory memory

"i want some cocks." i screamed. "juliette wants some mighty pricks!"
eyebrows held in their raised position

2008-06-18T11:35:00.000-07:00

the two realms of sentience and self-extension
locomotion of tissue, cells: splits

a call for help, an announcement
a call for help, this library abyss

a swelling sense of territory
now turn yr rainy face towards

to repel attention
to create a living person from a dead one

an arrangement of whips, chains, clubs, and rods
god and the cannibal equally elusive

private and incommunicable
an assiduous practice of births

the swelling sense of causality
long before those who speak, language is waiting

*

a libertine suspends
eating or moving themselves

eating or moving themselves
reduced to the crushingly blank and uniform wall

and thus do we by indirections find direction
collapsing humanly

a geography of the eliminated
the host willfully abandons

nineteenth century exoticisms, the beauty of the dead
lungs, arteries, blood, brains, the mother

splintering atoms, a violence of antennae
dark hiding places in the body

a man says he is damned, others judge it madness
the making available of simultaneity

2008-06-03T08:57:00.000-07:00

fictions of perfect architectures
styles, intensities and timbres to sex

caught up in this maelstrom bodies move
sexuality to startle a moment after coming

three groups of nude girls
the always to be mentioned empresses of porn

already dead in their springtime beauty
this principle of making radical distinctions

to reversed bodies, flower for a torso
the power to induce departure

the head substitution begins with a kiss
subtle glossolalia does not stop at deconstruction

an ensemble of places destined for pathways and crossings
a work which maintains the break, itself a double

2008-05-27T21:41:00.000-07:00

the spectators eye engages oral and anal obsessions
a blood bath of instincts gushing

a fruit offered to his beloved
the exorcists are soon deprived of discourse

this reclining lover whom he kisses
in the morning, before the sentence

postulates of biological forms
very quickly words replace smells

a formal figure dear to bosch
the possession, as we have seen, develops rapidly

imperceptible slippages
the ritualization of a choreographic and verbal orgy

a collapse and loss of members and organs
invested with meaning as guarantors of conformity

*

the devil begins to write
a marvelous animality of asses and mouths

by diminishing or destroying the locus proprius
tortured bodies written by law

after falling into a magical sleep she gives birth
dismembering orgiastic

swallowed up like atlantis
peaks beaks arrows and sharp points

doubtless, there must always be death for speech
nocturnal feeders where bodies are lips

do we exist to speak to the other or be spoken by her
an androgyny halfway burst open

a challenge of and dedication to
cutup bodies that can be disassembled like dolls

2008-05-20T13:32:00.000-07:00

pretty. he's ridiculous. his cock strains against the want to laugh
thus it is possible to move the mouth, the tongue

he sneaks a peak from under the hem
there were great and violent contortions, fragmented

makes a popping sound with lips together
the movements of the heart, the lungs

whole body: mirror and laugh and laugh
a possessing subject, the devil, or lost subjects

sticks up through, criss-cross in back lifts
as for the possessed, she doesn't have a body either

he puckers
this discourse is often qualified as indecent

the favorite animal of young girls
grimaces, contortions, rolling of the eyes

2008-05-13T08:27:00.000-07:00

i came back into the theater with my bag
foreskin scraped clean from my tingling body

yet the relentless way vision attests to worry
to scream at the useless domestic

the full range of wishes, dreams, lies
the locals were disgusted

we may find the desire to consume flesh
the bedroom is an irradically ringing telephone

thighs dank, blurred birth, promising pleasure
gnawed on his shanks and thighs

a new faculty of reason, a noplace
until i receive a glorious stiff one

penal, academic, and medical a plot of substituted corpses
just to get a better look at another's body

2008-05-11T21:09:00.000-07:00

crawl son, crawl to me
the enigma compared to judgement

two strangers tied together naked
this one louder and more dreadful than the first

by a decomposing corpse
blue vein dug out from my flesh

and suck everyone right away
a great wisdom, an economy of feeling

my pants down to my knees
this excitement should lead to sexual theory

massage each incrustation over their stiff smiles
gigantic wicker figures were crammed with human beings

a parody of respiration and speech
the subject is identifying two more blank spots

*

invoke some encompassing whole, a lower god
cold hands all over her body

no matter what this selfpreservation may cost
rubbing the asshole under and back

ambition follows a trajectory of eyes
much has been primed to be swallowed

a strange power of transference
his itching body interrogating her mouth

a violent death using intestinal tissue
rimmed pink, saucy, even coquettish

"darling, i know your mind."
drenched in sweat fragments of crackling gunfire

apparatus, instruments, techniques, machineries
an instructive book for humanity

2008-05-11T21:04:00.000-07:00

the dead don't care to defend themselves
the judgement of taste is not based upon concepts

chopped meat as spectacle
in the field opened by freud

body suffered countless injuries through his asshole
all little togetherness my friends, we may all come

two pendulums like naked raw members
the politics to which this little speech gives rise

as one is hacked away from it
by the sweet fuck of jehovah

until this marriage implodes
i'll soak this little pretty whore-face

mouth mourning the missing umbilical cord
the fact that something is passing into nonbeing

2008-04-25T11:08:00.000-07:00

the biblical text does away with sacrifice
groove of the cord with that of priests

unbridalling changed into crafty reckoning
this unworthy phantom with incest

daughter in-law murdering her mother in-law
the mucus membrane yellow in color

whores without men are flabby things
but she will never tell these things

it is she who wants him dead, he who causes her to live
devil, beguile me with agitations and things brought into

suffering in libinal surplus
the proofs of the existence of the devil

i'm going to slit the skunks nostrils
those things that repel us scooped from yr eyes

*

fucks in the mouth out of confession
nude bodies draped with garlands

in six months everything will be pleasure
woman closed in her monstrance, mouth closed

dreaming her hands severed, melancholy
body begins to speak in haunted tongue

hauls his mule fucker out of his pants
narrative body, the wanderer, theater of hatred lacking meaning

this possibility vanished with christianity, impoverishment
without limits because it had no center

then at last this man pauses, before flight
deconstructed by depraved holy places

marvels have increased to a great degree
conceptualize a geographical space for violence

2008-04-18T22:16:00.000-07:00

decapitated the bobble head body
the demon expresses himself in another language

an operator in genetic experimentations
the whole horror making complex is pathological

from filth to defilement it threatens with sex in the face
sewn under the skin of my hands, sentiment

your tongue half ocean
infinite because the other is not a particular

begin to wash her feet in semen
don't be too sure you'll tremble

full of dead men's bones and of all uncleanness
with subtlety and rigor, the bustling of bodies

what you sacrifice by swallowing unfolds into morals
from suprise to fright, drowned in phantasmatic vomit

*

a post-dionysian classification of meat
a man vomits into another's mouth

stick a long pin in my neck
cutting back or resorbing

in great haste juridical uniforms ready for the orgy
sexual connotation theme of the sick body

through which we swim instituting rot
rotten and dead, full of discomfort and sickness, horror

the old man assails the madman, he says
pretentious beggar swollen with conceit

i push you endlessly into musculature
bowels turned over in the mouth

the duty to keep one's word in a triumphant loss
body vomits itself up again umbilicated, nausea is unleashed

2008-04-18T11:44:00.000-07:00

consequences seem necessarily to follow from such a structure
a murmurous scream exacted by torture

revealed to be the murder of the father
an initiation into the reality of social practices

i am being devoured by him
oscillating between decomposition and slut

infantile perverse polymorphic sexuality
the objects of meaning vanish

a child is being beaten for her breast
out of the steep ravine: god's dripping rot

aggressive paranoidal transference
the picture of a new savage body

aborted metaphor belongs to non-object
entitled to shit on the world

*

the audacity to stain with filthy juices
in the course of uteran life

imbued with a fervor for shit
confronted with what the child has not uttered

biological fact and its mythical representation
a deprivation of breast

like a shot, up and out of me corpses
body and tongue approach the hysterical body

a measure of a people's defeat
unsated, deceived, warped

inherited from cowardice
the paternal ferocious fetishes

an homage to dialectical rape
taking a bath with the murderer

2008-04-12T14:08:00.000-07:00

provoked by the anti-heros the crowd is a neutered body
his gorgeous ass cheeks to my kisses, so i'll jerk him

that hospitable asceticism does not speak
one only lives in the place behind, silly

body broken by preparation and waste
you must aim at fucking at multiplying

the idiot man can do no more than die
following from square to square the labial artery

disseminated by the exercise that makes him transferential
given over to a nameless desire he is the drunken boat

body conversion a bottomlesswhole
hormone reversal a manner of speaking orgasm

seduced by the absolute, the idiot is a body made
for blows and lowly tasks, that leads
introduces us to and absorbs us in our origin

*

no one can imagine my fancies, my dear
the dialectics of look and representation

seeing the remover of filth from pregnancy
tortured bodies cut into perfect curves

it is still about the subject, flesh over sink
slanted reversible and changeable

the young man hides behind other souls
a marvelous animality of asses and mouths

the denial of knots and conundrums
bodies form downstrokes and ripping initials

the mirror of the one transformed to deprivation
the amorous play of bodies without heads

it wanted to be the interlanguage of nomads
already dead in their springtime nostalgia

2008-04-06T22:03:00.000-07:00

deadly repetition revolves around coitus
forgive us of the harm we may do

slain identity giving birth to blunt negation
nothing but scorn and oblivion after we die

primal fantasies converge on abjection
tears and bramble will accompany the fucking

sperm does its work much too quietly
no matter how much excess we shall never

interpretive bursting forever incomplete
let's change places we'll all come together

mother's body amply clear with fantasy
the breeze, the collapsing world, rock

one of horror and suffering perverted by religious sublimation
so many blistered, lunatic warblers, endlessly down yr throat

*

it's these small things make my mother proud
incest turned inside out scorching

there is something in me, a scoundrel
stirred by epiphenomena tapped and rationalized

headless as long as the iron squeals of flesh
three shakes of the ass and there it is

the color of holding everything symbolic
swelling up, the midget in my asshole

a man hires a whore only to spit in his mouth
goya or bosch i belong to an unclean thing

a double disposition piercing its own structure
under the subway a carnivalesque war

on the cliffside climb the steps of semen to the brain
let them rot stink ooze guts ripped out by hand

*

i am the murderer the fellinian equivalent of dante
narrator is neither, taking part in assaults, brutalizations

violence in caverns orgies in subways
steam rising from the cracks in the asphalt

his mouth full of big gobs of crimson
the madman is such a small part of the tale

orgy that has shifted into murder
the sheer messiness of barbies room

slit guzzled slick with actual vomit
though remaining stiff as a tower

struggling between the bodies of two women
the psychoanalytic relation around any signifier

advocating conversion of the beautiful
when he finishes kissing his mother, he forces her to shit

*

sex and death are the only subjects mysterious enough
cutting back or absorbing impure animals

you are clutching the sickle, give the final stroke
the human corpse has several mouths of nonbody

some pleasure houses will forsake brute fuck
blurred between the inanimate and inorganic

round those sovriegn limits open to the air
a transitional swarming of unclean lips

allow this to occur until the ejaculate is spent
murderous clits are a dietary anchoring

shove yr cock to the very bottom of my womb
disquieting matter inseparable lining of human nature

he is hanged but does not die, the cord breaks
immediately buried indistinguishable from the symbolic

*

who stayed with lepers and bathed their wounds
there are thorns everywhere doubling the pleasure

transgressing feminine temptation
fucking ceaselessly inside the confessional

abomination of corpses
desire lays like a bodiless body

infantile imagination of the feminine sex
the most promiscuous move of all

remembered the anal penis, to be suppressed
waving goodbye from flesh pinned to the wall

vigorously threatened by the excremental and the menstrual
cartridges into each orifice trapdoor fuck

prohibiting a filthy defiling element
let's hope that people will open their eyes

*

in the bedroom i sniffed the remains
and yet georges bataille remains the only one

burn him, bite him, scratch until he ejaculates
excluded as a possible object

closed eyelids, dismembered relatives, kisses
touched short the temptation to return

soak yr mound in brandy and light, light
a veil over primary narcissism

down my throat with both hands, hoping
uncertain fragile threatened subjected

subjectile against the ears of the other
admit to rotten drained or blocked

her wrists pressed against macerated limb portals
the body finding discreetness of interchangeable units

2008-04-06T03:25:00.000-07:00

sparks: flash of cells instance of laughter
a priest has a girl piss in his mouth

under a blanket and she'll have a knife in her hand
the very signifiers for yes, no, come here

just stick yr cock in me and i'll get off
my dear have you ever used this remedy

under the skin a gross invasion of free swimming parasites
jack off while reaming an ass

heavy larval infections throughout the visceral organs
if you wanted to be loved to the intensity of desire

fungal imposter pregnancy
the skin of a king cobra

grab her arm and say, "slink back to middle aged fat"
the positioning of desire does not contain

*

among all these things it's good to preserve only blasphemy
fuck rampantly and raise a fine brood

present yr ass in an appropriate fashion
sting and throb there will be blood everywhere

how we like to talk about it: bear down on the sweetness
she snarls at me against metal

the outcome was unavoidable: something to be submitted to
pulled torn apart incapable of doing anything

the taste of bone, the barest structure of exhibition
kiss: the body purple with bruises

you may lick the ass while derrida tongues her twat
you are just meat wrecked at once mouth pulled

the surgeon forms a new pathway from throat to stomach
body swarming with the future of tongues

2008-03-25T09:22:00.000-07:00

balancing the cosmos at zero
my pregnant virginia, the tip of yr nose has an awful taste

the discrete form of incubation and lust
quivering all over crackling and sputtering

you've got to change the linen yrself
loving body reduced to a wound in the ass

desire for a certain marinade and oysters
pretentious beggars swollen with conceit

tendrils of severed tendons, the farmland upstream
linking writhing with lace

o athena, yr tawdry stalks of rot
skulking voyeurs guts ripped out by hand

evryone's a virgin once but it needn't be messy
nausea, body unleashed in beautiful shrouds

*

i'm a fanatic, another subject another predicate
one's work makes demands

a grammarian coming into the back of her throat
their wombs hanging from their stomachs

assertive or interrogative
web of death entering deep into yr brain

the filthy thing and grief, an enunciation strategy
spoons around salted fleshy front doors swollen shut

quick and impulsive again in their cages
serpentine psychosis entirely in the mouth

murderous dominating and derisive femininity
broken cartilage and suddenly yr younger sister

a broad audience lusts new tongues
embroidered distances of menstrual tangles

2008-03-20T17:53:00.000-07:00

supplement of lacework within words
supplement of lacework within words

and becomes infected turning victim
and becomes infected turning victim

abomination swallowing the other, a lapsing body
abomination swallowing the other, a starving body

i hate having a long wrangle in bed
i hate having a loving surgical anatomy

body and tongue remember him, and the dizzying pangs of the untenable
remember him body and tongue

pulverizes fantasy before it can take shape
remember him body and tongue

my mother's body, her breast, i am threatened
my mother's body, her breast, i am threatened

*

in addition to this there are millions of cells
one might be tempted at first to seek excrement and menstrual blood

posterior column of descending comma tract
threatened by an asymmetrical sex

the ganglion and its branches
victor hugo's metaphor was a spoken motor image

the aqueous humor fills the anterior completely
subject relation: a cathexis of perversion

my mother's body, her breast, i am threatened
fascinating freudian premises

deep below that mime mouth movement ghost radio
perhaps another sex, and, why not

i exist in secret if i exist at all
slippery, but nonetheless indispensible

*

at the prospect of losing its resources
who knows what might happen

burnt offerings to god's malediction
the laryngeal nerves are of considerable importance

sexual difference remains moot
fleshy, for the upper two-thirds

clean and proper reproduction, entrails
spleen and lingual reproduction, entrails

within precise boundaries, unclean
communication with the fourth ventrical

body, of hands that hurt, of paralyzed legs
you begged for yr debt to be tongues

we are not scared of large horses or biting mouths
watery wrists, torn easily from the surrounding flesh

2008-03-19T17:58:00.000-07:00

the illusion of autonomy to which it intrusts itself
importantly, when she holds the letter

freedom that is never more authentic than when it is walls
of course the reverse is true incipient and capable

of course the reverse is true image and alien
the game actually mistaken for the inwardness of performativity

would blow did blow will blow lung spleen liver and kidney
imprudent casket in question

the contemporary philosophy of being and nothingness
two formulas leaving their ghosts on strings and vines

every instinctual thrust constitutes a danger
translates itself into signifier searching

heaps the spirit round, the spindrift
appears simultaneously collapse and dissappearance

X

skin peeling off in long tatters
versions of water i remember

soft craziness wing in beak
this dualism is further developed in the imaginary

exotic inexpensive digestive systems
fixing their precarious death kites aloft

mouth embellished with baking soda
pretension of providing an existence

dripping semen-fused-brown-eyes
the so-called prevalence of apparatus

in the absence of oxygen
from smokemouth to smokemouth

perverse pregnant lady appetites
purge into the cross-roaring shadow

2008-03-14T17:53:00.000-07:00

when dealing with the subjectile one must scream
numerous occasions of accident

i am all of my ages every second
massive symmetry and rest

curl yr little corpse into a ball
determining the transparency

resuscitated presence of sarcophogus
will make a suitable spit

centuries upon centuries to be fabricated
errors squeezed into skeletal trunk

amorphous, indetermined, a gauze filled mouth
the squawking possession of entrails

yr gull the instruments of crime, the subject of god
intervolved and marvelous

*

anaphorism opens to instinctual masturbation
put yr dead body in place of the sound

that delusion and error
to have the body stitched is to have traces

aesthetic judgements on a self sufficient body
the scars of blows and wounds

attempted to solve this antinomy
to stitch, shares in fact its ambivalence with, to pierce

which slowed and became continuum
piss and shit all over you in pattern

size, direction, and speed
burned before saussure like a witch

touched black at the branches looking for shape
it's always a ground without ground

2008-03-14T12:11:00.000-07:00

horror has a face and a name
in contrast to this pastoral scene

sometimes one is stunned by so much cruelty
sequined a preliminary shade of red

lie down on the floor like a rag doll
intense abdominal pain without a murmur

the stunning beauty of so many corpses
gray bodies knotting the flutter and blur of muscles

point to the absolute by hiding it
loosening surfaces embellished with skin

let me put my tongue in yr asshole
kiss you in the mirror leaving chapped smears

I don't think it's peculiar
singing songs to an untranslatable body

*

this search for ongoing tryst
a sermon encased in glass

the shallow estuary of exposed figures
lie down on the floor like a rag doll

silicone implants, radios
we are standing at the ready with the hatchets

an androgyny exposing metal throat
we've had to break jaws before

insert needle outside box and lip
beauty merely feeds the butcher: the family starves

slight touch of filament: the thresher
and thus alas no lust but initial frictions

laboratory canisters meant for containment and gravity
will hold yr language heart flat for feeding

2008-03-09T17:58:00.000-07:00

what the eye registers as pauses
we all know is alphabet and crib death

whose bones no longer serve
if you close yr eyes you will die

morning o you morning: stilled: incomplete
that sentence is about crime colon slicing

halo of excrement jagged and gaping
cold and shiver cold and shiver cold and shiver

gleaming repeated phantoms dismantled figures
always loitering outside the artificial limbs club

limp tangle, hail discolored
yr tongue squirming against the stitches

the complicated looping of steady gesture
suffering torqued relentless torso

*

what remains is a womb disembodied
an intact body, on a new body, a body never before touched

this is position one, we look into the neighbors house
a naked girl in the arms of mouths

our addictions have begun to sustain us
monstrous punctuation wrestling spectres of defeat

this is an affectionate sentence
whose breasts finger imperceptible balance

reach the thigh:milk:stone:church:scrotum
skull a few more days at arms length

catullus on the wall, no cure, only poison probes
a lip and dagger story

the only sign i know is the one for death
mirror avenges you of uniform

*

cyst but with memory
no reason for concern

with other soft breaded parts
we will disguise ventricle for eyelid

obsessed with defective figures
against the window: dura matter

the body hangs a morbid curiosity
against its intimate oxygen

the hysterical patterning of fingerprints
this talk is not symptomatic

a parasitic penis shrewdly managed
forgive us of the harm we may do

emerging to gasps: holding her legs up
so that she may feel that her body is open to the air

2008-03-08T12:23:00.000-08:00

I have a sand box in my bedroom
under a spell of savagism

obscene you mean these butchers
barricaded and untouchable

will rid yr abdomen of demons
the body's territory schematically excremental

a double disposition piercing its own structure
rotten drained or blocked

woke up and the words were everything
remembering the anal penis as symbolic of language

heat waves raced and shimmered round this rim
baleful schemers in sphincteral training

let them remain nailed down in the driveway, smiling
postulating self-preservation

*

transformation doubles as infant
dark with excessive bright

vying for late receptors
so i became a pupil for the spirit

public shapes exchanged in ambush
not one voice but hundreds

engendered by mummery
immobile cyclones in their vacuum tubes

patients concealed in cryptograms
we can only say tuned or stunned

in sticky skin, diarrhea, pale urine sick from gangrenous limbs
where a single letter performs multiple sounds

refrain from appropriating weak and miserable creatures
all of them will be slandered by yr memory

2008-02-29T13:23:00.000-08:00

there's the button a knife and the phone
i'd felt that i could not have been surprised

it makes of the body erotic
all of us very learned apes, sailors flirting

change : rain
I'm starving of this weather

as gender infolds caught sight of our genitals
the third scenario, yellow sprouts, no master territories

the greatest anecdotes of a stark naked corpse
hanged, slowly sling slung from tongue

turned in thought to cannibalism
you see an ass head of yr own

and where are there snouts gluttering globules of snoot
but the other censorships deep hammer history

the organs ineffable poise in the cadaver
penetrating revolution disguised in blood-acid

*

the dorsal artery of the penis ascends piercing the triangular
turning some liver spotted page

the origin branches cotton and iron territories
of saliva, with rubber gloves

speak to me a different anguish torched flesh to be touched
where prim pussies impale

have your own odyssey how many voiced it be
though sun rubbed honey flow

i'd like to have been remembered as to remember
you could be planting a raucous bed

durable flame : discord and harmony : shivering scalpel
the tough button of her nipple

this last image burning from overexposure
with these innocent sausages of flesh, and none

*

some people need a harsher kind of love
turn the radio to the christian station but leave the volume off

offering words of a burlesque romp
perhaps : reflexivity : elastic : sphincter

licked and sucked and eaten
and fucked and debauched

a quiet hymn the circumlocutions of crotch
though always relational we'll penetrate yr sovrn limits

down my throat with both hands, hoping
forsythia scalpels erupt from intestine

something yr lips left on mine
a death passport to our machine eden

hawks, flanks, size, elegant
this is the word as it slays you

this academy is a racket

2008-02-24T19:16:00.000-08:00

in the mouth tongues are sleeping through the grinding
interpreted to mean a shaking having broken off

broken on bound downwards toward the bones
keeping together speaking waxed poetic

of that flesh mountain aflame in pharynx
blown in obedience scraping glass

the frame or physical part man, animal
something around her wrists pressed against a flash of mouth

straight through the trunk distinct twilight fibres
discharged in quick succession

one piece tight fitting dogtown
citational bodies bullwhip corresponding clit

vague elevators a corporation in transit
blotting descent with three in the back two in the head

*

disallow meaning after the handsaw
across the flocculus no human community

the tangle of handcuffs deforms the studded tongue
enthusiasms halyards yanking out the eyes

disfiguring the little pair with early ruin
woods woods ocean damage damage dismember

pure rag in the gutter of meat traffic
maximus phallic from the old holdings momentum

the audience throttled in found objects
you have a long nose from which to bleed

head downward follows partial objects home
bones nests drudgeries circles of black ever outward

gutted undone against the ear of the other
if you don't let us, death will, by shitting, endlessly
down yr throat

2008-02-15T10:41:00.000-08:00

last night i dreamt i killed someone famous
when this morning came, it was not impossible

we shift from gestural to graphic
discretion is useless

aggregate numbering
why we've stretched our necks

a pendulum swings tightening the tension in memory
the spinal cord and its gelatinous membrane

arc in choreography of the performative
you're going to keep your appointment

sexless--the periphery of lip
please refrain from picking yr carcass

half-used, the descent toward the tip
the final chapters of modernism will be written in blood

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

two plump turqoise parasites

insert blow-job scene

here is your own moon-poem

precise strokes

you must forget to breathe

that oceanic feeling, what language remembers

shadows are often seen quietly orating

to visual decoders soft inside addiction
once your assumptions have grown
almost sexless in a mirage of moonlight
the anaesthetic worn off we adumbrate your larynx relations
collapsing the grid

the strange woman is in yr garden

the smell of lubricant on a freckle

2008-02-12T00:32:00.000-08:00

A Medulla a Medulla Oblongata is substance.

If the branches are membrane and there is a ganglion surrounding it

If inside is let in and there places larynx then certainly

spleen is ascending.

It is fissure.

2007-12-11T21:21:00.000-08:00

Dead, the others have not been separated
they began believing in a future of phenomenology

half-nippled away by the stones
the beauty spoon is the same in no body

they are governed by the same secret mathematics
panoptic redesign using limbs as portals

the enigmatic object
condenses
intensifies becomes
useful and penetrating

consciousness will vomit it out
this material intricacy of screams

diabolical excavation
goes forth again with the grater dul(l)y macerated

il corpo ha, il corpo avere, corpo
one of several stomachs we were being ingested inside
we prepare to receive grief.

*

Just as it is in time hindsight
a moistness from iron or rock or wind

the breeze, that collapsing world, our tethers
and what howl like a dog barking in a dream

it is wholly yours to believe me
but the bottom of death or dream
and consequently of superior dismemberment

your desire to be a cyborg
your body turning back into a plot

no longer a radio in a door or open shore
an acid slurping up the limits
tongue sweats itself into skin
and you yourself liquify through the smallest possible opening
a meat pie to a signal, an earthquake, trampling.

*

bone limbs and syllables
lepers are coming to town for prosthesis
that scenic parade where one develops
a double constraint and a double conjecture
distilled the blood of so many phantoms
so many blistered, lunatic warblers
a primitive strangulation of a true sexless child
his Burroughs face a mugwump of a saxophone
the pickpoet stupidity that was catastrophically sickened
Gulliver arrives already betrayed
into that thick lining of the uterus
at dawn bent at odd angles
nothing but an outdated eden
wreckage is never reducible to symptoms
a gift of his insane mucus
molecular grocery addict
unwashed dumb slut
some bordered figure
like an erect avenging blade
disemboweling its samurai

grabbing the place before the body that actually preceded it.

2007-11-30T13:08:00.000-08:00

2007-11-27T21:30:00.000-08:00

forty-five minutes on yr knees with the dry heaves
shadows are often seen quietly orating
to cope with things like seeing yr dead grandmother
crawling upr yr leg

the double layer
plunging me into a subhuman funk
from the vomitorium heave the fibrous howlings
jerking him out just in time
just as it is considered
improvisationthe stainlesssteel hunting
knife with a blade like a fresh honed straight razor
every image is a colonization of wicker
menacing vibrations all around us
its these lights and

Jesus Christ with a knife in her teeth
we were both born protestant
it seemed like a reasonable place to park, plenty of space
small hermaphroditic protrusions
half naked with a head full of ether
fire red maple leaves sprout from my scalpel's vase
being chopped to bits by a buzz saw
the shadow afflicted the spleen thread
lunatics screwed into a cloud of dust
now everyone is dead i think
forever thinking that just behind some narrow door
gullets, genitals, severed vessels, scanted clavicles
wanting to slice me up like a shark after meat
held in the oblique throat behind the tentacles

and so much for the bad gibberish
just as it is one for the music of changes

to carve a little v on yr forehead
the astral figure from yr wicker stick
on the verge of some awful psychic orgasm
voltage thrust into fascia and circumference
began to howl and moan waving the blade out in front of him
certain of these sounds approach the ascending aorta
and I was carefull never to kill more than I could eat
sharing a wall: dripping artery : glamour
at top speed hassling anybody they met
the world no point an echoic chamber
kill the body and the head will die
recite a remarkably faithful sexual image.

2007-11-19T00:54:00.000-08:00

the pilots train differently without matches
monadic nomads

he enters a concealed handshake
not far from you

when the bananas open
intersexed pregnancy
there is a moment when everyone thinks the gun-
man might ejaculate
whirled instigation
buck-knifing his throat

wings open to larynx

sumptoms of a contemporary love song

outlawed in ochre and red
the locks have rotted on her bowels

*

hydrogen pronoun buried
licking itself clean

*

mother inculcating her love with fangs
smacking geneaologies on the glass

a poems courtyards its venricles whipped fire
your answering machine is a get away car

melting and mutating
this uniques waggle aimed at a particular audience

the loveless communion of shadow
cranks a blank casing held by rubber hands
what delicate crown-clouds
a heatlam shining directly on roast beef
portraits of flesh rendered in flesh
determine language is razorwire
bitter fusion of steel and throat
the curve of a dead field mouse spine

*

the hotel will bill this room
Let's hope they don't check the other poems

halves run one way joining their laughter together
against time and veins

in the witnessing of something earned
we pull out the clavicles and larynx

detaching landscapes
glances like memory-vesicles

doorknobs soften into tumors
your flesh and all the death around it
fading like an alphabet with age
spleen thrust gutted out of yr mouth
a half mumbling sleep began filling with bloodless bodies
the tulips dripping from the aether

happy halloween

2007-10-31T17:14:00.000-07:00

for it is on the threshold of death
before being transformed
he endures no gash other than that of circumcision

and it is upon return from exile
that he alone has entered into abjection

we hear the train roaring
it is coming

these green and pink flames
dancing around
in a few rare flashes of Celine's laughter

he had reminded us of ambivalent hostility
a shooting dual relationship
the daughter so often silent

if phobia is a metaphor that has mistaken its place
overcome by the corpse
he is no longer huddled outside aggressive fetishism

with mouths that he fills with words
instead of his mother

Doctors....your scalpel is steely...

2007-10-30T22:04:00.000-07:00

skeletons the structure of relationships
like distant gestures of solemn glass

only a cold kafka knows
keeping snails happy
occasioning containers
my brains not on
grace
this back and forth

stocky and muscular
they staged their present with their bloody
fullgrown female inside a translucent barrel
what a thing to collect

resembling arms and legs
our davinci riddled femur
a gigantic edifice of old pigs
recalls our split decisions in vanilla
raped by an inflatable organism
lint this strange epiphany of blind feet
sound overlaps the ghost in the machine

the leaf, the landlady, her orgy in the tub
by dropping insects into paperboard containers rejecting her ricky tick

***

professor would pause at the bedside
of each patient
long enough to question him
every image is a colonization of shadows
a conjectural character of medicine
a dissappearance of enthusiasts

congestion of the viscera and of the blood
our doctor
and the moment of truth too late

a fundamental isomorphism of the structure
deafening through multiplication the origin

a mechanical consequence of irritation
the double layer thrust into

interrupted by death
our roses or their cake

***

wooden chicken with wheelbarrow
attempts to stop the hemmorhage

with a bronze baby spoon shaped like a gun
scared of large horses or biting mouths

confederate generals are playing cards
postulating a primary narcissism

silver spoon with mirror frame
"i am afraid of horses, afraid of being bitten"

at least we both know how shitty the world is
the unending hysterics, a real depravation of the breast

streaming body, a red door to the symphony
does not hold to the mimetic and orgiastic catharsis of aristotle

donald duck on a rocking horse
what do want children for, what do you want mental development,
is your wife giving birth to a baby?

Dr.'s where have u been

2007-05-02T10:22:00.000-07:00

in this headache
reflections gazing
onto others

goodbye plausibility
proudly edited by
henceforth, origin

footnote for Baudelaire
"the churches ampitheater, the anatomy school"
goodnight nobody, said the sun blinding the tongue
metamorphosed.

A Review of yr Body (before the amputation)

2007-01-25T01:33:00.000-08:00

Brain (( MAGIC # )) ratoon to grow shoots
Superficial Temporal Vein (( 4 )) abiding to ablation
Occipital Vein (( 23 )) adieu clarity restraint
Anterior Facial Vein (( 66 no 4 )) ablation abandon
External Jugular Vein (( 7 )) refrain of radio waves a vessel
Left Common Carotid Artery (( 11 (0) )) or hawk's claw, bandage for
Vertebral Artery (( 16 )) the nose the degree to which
Internal Jugular Vein (( 464 )) davey jones the day dawns
Larynx (( 58 )) amid fishes
Thyroid Gland (( 668 no 3 )) struck fatty
Trachea (( 7 )) absorbed in absinthe
Lung (( 24 )) adieu clarity a curse or adjure
Heart (( MAGIC # )) recorded regenerative
Innominate Artery and Vein (( 114 )) assurgency
Subclavian Artery and Vein ((n 306 )) n the chart er hunting game
Axillary Artery (( 140 )) renders fate in the form of a baker
Cephallic Vein (( 186 )) of flesh no bird on biretta (a hat)
Spleen (( 306 )) the chart chartreuse chassis (of a gun)
Liver (( 6 )) about-ship means to tack
Adrenal Gland (( 386 )) connect conjure conjoin
Arch of Aorta (( 31 )) heat radiated from the sky
Pulmonary Artery (( 306 )) a hunt game or chase
Superior Vena Cava (( 30 )) called aeroembolism (look it up)
Basilic Vein (( 4 )) sprout abjure dead(en)
Accessory Cephalic Vein (( 8 )) abstract yourself from this
Radial Artery (( 11412 )) before milk fever
Median Cubital Vein (( 336 )) clear-sighted
Heart (( MAGIC # ))
Median Antebrachial Vein (( 70 ))
Ulnar Artery (( 2 ))
Abdominal Aorta (( 30 ))
Inferior Vena Cava (( 500 ))
Common Iliac Artery and Vein (( 1893 ))
Hypogastric Artery and Vein (( 200 ))
External Iliac Artery and Vein (( 997 ))
Deep Femoral Artery (( 660 ))
Femoral Artery and Vein (( 626 ))
Kidney (( 360 ))
Gallbladder (( 70 ))
Large Intestine (( 1161 ))
Pancreas (( 450 ))
Stomach (( 20 ))
Small Intestine (( 1849 ))
Bladder (( 14 ))
Great Saphenous Vein (( 14 ))
Popliteal Artery and Vein (( 97 ))
Anterior Tibial Artery (( 38 ))
Small Saphenous Vein (( 6 ))
Peroneal Artery (( 8 ))
Posterior Tibial Artery (( 30 ))

The Prospect, objectively, of Killing; Rejected

2006-12-30T21:33:00.000-08:00

impassmarked
the water
like clouds

nothing juridical
at all
scalpel
waltzes
in italian
advances
da vinci
my surgeon tips

to the bone
power
the body

you'll be better
tomorrow

yr wind
is quicker
than blood
then blood
so large
yr skin

a state
we (yr surgeons) fight
to become

2006-12-08T12:28:00.000-08:00

today we felch the skeleton

2006-11-08T11:33:00.000-08:00

Part 1
INITIAL MEDICAL QUESTIONNAIRE

1. NAME ________________________________________________________________

2. SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER # ____________________________________________

3. CLOCK NUMBER ________________________________________________________

4. PRESENT OCCUPATION __________________________________________________

5. PLANT _______________________________________________________________

6. ADDRESS _____________________________________________________________

7. _____________________________________________________________________
(Zip Code)

8. TELEPHONE NUMBER ____________________________________________________

9. INTERVIEWER _________________________________________________________

10. DATE ________________________________________________________________

11. Date of Birth _______________________________________________________
Month Day Year

12. Place of Birth ______________________________________________________

13. Sex 1. Male ___
2. Female ___

14. What is your marital status? 1. Single ___ 4. Separated/
2. Married ___ Divorced ___
3. Widowed ___

15. Race 1. White ___ 4. Hispanic ___

2. Black ___ 5. Indian ___

3. Asian ___ 6. Other ___

16. What is the highest grade completed in school? _____________________

(For example 12 years is completion of high school)

OCCUPATIONAL HISTORY

17A. Have you ever worked full time (30 hours 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
per week or more) for 6 months or more?

IF YES TO 17A:

B. Have you ever worked for a year or more in 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
any dusty job? 3. Does Not Apply ___

Specify job/industry _______________ Total Years Worked __________

Was dust exposure: 1. Mild ____ 2. Moderate ____ 3. Severe ____

C. Have you ever been exposed to gas or 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
chemical fumes in your work?
Specify job/industry ______________________ Total Years Worked ___

Was exposure : 1. Mild ____ 2. Moderate ____ 3. Severe ____

D. What has been your usual occupation or job -- the one you have
worked at the longest?

1. Job occupation ________________________________________________

2. Number of years employed in this occupation ___________________

3. Position/job title ____________________________________________

4. Business, field or industry ___________________________________
(Record on lines the years in which you have worked in any of these
industries, e.g. 1960-1969)

Have you ever worked: YES NO

E. In a mine? ......................... _____ _____

F. In a quarry? ....................... _____ _____

G. In a foundry? ...................... _____ _____

H. In a pottery? ...................... _____ _____

I. In a cotton, flax or hemp mill? .... _____ _____

J. With asbestos? ..................... _____ _____

18. PAST MEDICAL HISTORY
YES NO

A. Do you consider yourself to be in good health? _____ _____

If "NO" state reason __________________________________________

B. Have you any defect of vision? ............... _____ _____

If "YES" state nature of defect _______________________________

C. Have you any hearing defect? ................. _____ _____

If "YES" state nature of defect ______________________________

D. Are you suffering from or have you ever suffered from:
YES NO
a. Epilepsy (or fits, seizures, convulsions)? _____ _____

b. Rheumatic fever? _____ _____

c. Kidney disease? _____ _____

d. Bladder disease? _____ _____

e. Diabetes? _____ _____

f. Jaundice? _____ _____

19. CHEST COLDS AND CHEST ILLNESSES

19A. If you get a cold, does it "usually" go to your
chest? (Usually means more than 1/2 the time)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___ 3. Don't get colds ___

20A. During the past 3 years, have you had any chest illnesses
that have kept you off work, indoors at home, or in bed?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
IF YES TO 20A:
B. Did you produce phlegm with any of these chest illnesses?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___ 3. Does Not Apply ___

C. In the last 3 years, how many such illnesses with (increased)
phlegm did you have which lasted a week or more?
Number of illnesses ___ No such illnesses ___

21. Did you have any lung trouble before the age of 16?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

22. Have you ever had any of the following?

1A. Attacks of bronchitis? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 1A:
B. Was it confirmed by a doctor? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

C. At what age was your first attack? Age in Years ___
Does Not Apply ___

2A. Pneumonia (include bronchopneumonia)? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 2A:
B. Was it confirmed by a doctor? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

C. At what age did you first have it? Age in Years ___
Does Not Apply ___

3A. Hay Fever? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
IF YES TO 3A:
B. Was it confirmed by a doctor? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

C. At what age did it start? Age in Years ___
Does Not Apply ___

23A. Have you ever had chronic bronchitis? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 23A:
B. Do you still have it? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

C. Was it confirmed by a doctor? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

D. At what age did it start? Age in Years ___
Does Not Apply ___

24A. Have you ever had emphysema? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
IF YES TO 24A:
B. Do you still have it? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

C. Was it confirmed by a doctor? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

D. At what age did it start? Age in Years ___
Does Not Apply ___

25A. Have you ever had asthma? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
IF YES TO 25A:

B. Do you still have it? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

C. Was it confirmed by a doctor? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

D. At what age did it start? Age in Years ___
Does Not Apply ___
E. If you no longer have it, at what age did it stop?
Age stopped ___
Does Not Apply ___

26. Have you ever had:

A. Any other chest illness? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

If yes, please specify ___________________________________________

B. Any chest operations? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

If yes, please specify ___________________________________________

C. Any chest injuries? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

If yes, please specify ___________________________________________

27A. Has a doctor ever told you that you had heart trouble?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 27A:
B. Have you ever had treatment for heart trouble in the past 10 years?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

28A. Has a doctor told you that you had high blood pressure?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 28A:
B. Have you had any treatment for high blood pressure (hypertension)
in the past 10 years?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does Not Apply ___

29. When did you last have your chest X-rayed?
(Year) ___ ___ ___ ___

30. Where did you last have your chest X-rayed (if known)?
_____________________________________________________________________

What was the outcome? _______________________________________________

FAMILY HISTORY

31. Were either of your natural parents ever told by a doctor that they
had a chronic lung condition such as:

FATHER MOTHER
1. Yes 2. No 3. Don't 1. Yes 2. No 3. Don't
know know

A. Chronic Bronchitis?
___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

B. Emphysema? ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

C. Asthma? ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

D. Lung cancer? ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

E. Other chest conditions?
___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

F. Is parent currently alive?
___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

G. Please Specify ___ Age if Living ___ Age if Living
___ Age at Death ___ Age at Death
___ Don't Know ___ Don't Know

H. Please specify cause of death
____________________________________ __________________________

COUGH

32A. Do you usually have a cough? (Count a cough with first smoke or on
first going out of doors. Exclude clearing of throat.)
(If no, skip to question 32C.)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
B. Do you usually cough as much as 4 to 6 times a day 4 or more days
out of the week?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

C. Do you usually cough at all on getting up or first thing in the
morning?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

D. Do you usually cough at all during the rest of the day or at night?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO ANY OF ABOVE (32A, B, C, OR D,), ANSWER THE FOLLOWING. IF NO
TO ALL, CHECK "DOES NOT APPLY" AND SKIP TO NEXT PAGE

E. Do you usually cough like this on most days for 3 consecutive
months or more during the year?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

F. For how many years have you had the cough? Number of years ___
Does not apply ___

33A. Do you usually bring up phlegm from your chest?
(Count phlegm with the first smoke or on first going out of doors.
Exclude phlegm from the nose. Count swallowed phlegm.) (If no,
skip to 33C)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

B. Do you usually bring up phlegm like this as much as twice a day 4
or more days out of the week?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

C. Do you usually bring up phlegm at all on getting up or first thing
in the morning?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

D. Do you usually bring up phlegm at all on during the rest of the day
or at night?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO ANY OF THE ABOVE (33A, B, C, OR D), ANSWER THE FOLLOWING:

IF NO TO ALL, CHECK "DOES NOT APPLY" AND SKIP TO 34A

E. Do you bring up phlegm like this on most days for 3 consecutive
months or more during the year?

1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

F. For how many years have you had trouble with phlegm?
Number of years ___
Does not apply ___

EPISODES OF COUGH AND PHLEGM

34A. Have you had periods or episodes of (increased*) cough and phlegm
lasting for 3 weeks or more each year?
*(For persons who usually have cough and/or phlegm)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 34A
B. For how long have you had at least 1 such episode per year?
Number of years ___
Does not apply ___

WHEEZING

35A. Does your chest ever sound wheezy or whistling
1. When you have a cold? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

2. Occasionally apart from colds? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

3. Most days or nights? 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 1, 2, or 3 in 35A
B. For how many years has this been present?
Number of years ___
Does not apply ___

36A. Have you ever had an attack of wheezing that has made you feel short
of breath?

1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
IF YES TO 36A
B. How old were you when you had your first such attack?
Age in years ___
Does not apply ___

C. Have you had 2 or more such episodes?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

D. Have you ever required medicine or treatment for the(se) attack(s)?

1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

BREATHLESSNESS

37. If disabled from walking by any condition other than heart or lung
disease, please describe and proceed to question 39A.

Nature of condition(s) ______________________________________________
_____________________________________________________________________

38A. Are you troubled by shortness of breath when hurrying on the level
or walking up a slight hill?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
IF YES TO 38A

B. Do you have to walk slower than people of your age on the level
because of breathlessness?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

C. Do you ever have to stop for breath when walking at your own pace
on the level?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

D. Do you ever have to stop for breath after walking about 100 yards
(or after a few minutes) on the level?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

E. Are you too breathless to leave the house or breathless on dressing
or climbing one flight of stairs?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

TOBACCO SMOKING

39A. Have you ever smoked cigarettes? (No means less than 20 packs of
cigarettes or 12 oz. of tobacco in a lifetime or less than 1
cigarette a day for 1 year.)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 39A

B. Do you now smoke cigarettes (as of one month ago)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Does not apply ___

C. How old were you when you first started regular cigarette smoking?
Age in years ___
Does not apply ___

D. If you have stopped smoking cigarettes completely, how old were you
when you stopped?
Age stopped ___
Check if still smoking ___
Does not apply ___

E. How many cigarettes do you smoke per day now?
Cigarettes per day ___
Does not apply ___

F. On the average of the entire time you smoked, how many cigarettes did
you smoke per day?
Cigarettes per day ___
Does not apply ___

G. Do or did you inhale the cigarette smoke?
1. Does not apply ___
2. Not at all ___
3. Slightly ___
4. Moderately ___
5. Deeply ___

40A. Have you ever smoked a pipe regularly?
(Yes means more than 12 oz. of tobacco in a lifetime.)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___

IF YES TO 40A:
FOR PERSONS WHO HAVE EVER SMOKED A PIPE

B. 1. How old were you when you started to smoke a pipe regularly?
Age ___

2. If you have stopped smoking a pipe completely, how old were you
when you stopped?
Age stopped ___
Check if still smoking pipe ___
Does not apply ___

C. On the average over the entire time you smoked a pipe, how much pipe
tobacco did you smoke per week?
___ oz. per week
(a standard pouch of tobacco contains 1 1/2 oz.)
___ Does not apply

D. How much pipe tobacco are you smoking now?
oz. per week ___
Not currently smoking a pipe ___

E. Do you or did you inhale the pipe smoke?
1. Never smoked ___
2. Not at all ___
3. Slightly ___
4. Moderately ___
5. Deeply ___

41A. Have you ever smoked cigars regularly?
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
(Yes means more than 1 cigar a week for a year)

IF YES TO 41A

FOR PERSONS WHO HAVE EVER SMOKED A CIGARS

B. 1. How old were you when you started Age ___
smoking cigars regularly?

2. If you have stopped smoking cigars Age stopped ___
completely, how old were you when Check if still
you stopped. smoking cigars ___
Does not apply ___

C. On the average over the entire time you Cigars per week ___
smoked cigars, how many cigars did you Does not apply ___
smoke per week?

D. How many cigars are you smoking per week Cigars per week ___
now? Check if not
smoking cigars
currently ___

E. Do or did you inhale the cigar smoke? 1. Never smoked ___
2. Not at all ___
3. Slightly ___
4. Moderately ___
5. Deeply ___

Signature ____________________________ Date _____________________

Part 2
PERIODIC MEDICAL QUESTIONNAIRE

1. NAME _______________________________________________________________

2. SOCIAL SECURITY # ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

3. CLOCK NUMBER ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

4. PRESENT OCCUPATION __________________________________________________

5. PLANT ______________________________________________________________

6. ADDRESS ____________________________________________________________

7. ____________________________________________________________________
(Zip Code)

8. TELEPHONE NUMBER ___________________________________________________

9. INTERVIEWER _______________________________________________________

10. DATE ___________________________ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___ ___

11. What is your marital status? 1. Single ___ 4. Separated/.
2. Married ___ Divorced ___
3. Widowed ___

12. OCCUPATIONAL HISTORY

12A. In the past year, did you work 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
full time (30 hours per week
or more) for 6 months or more?

IF YES TO 12A:

12B. In the past year, did you work 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
in a dusty job? 3. Does not Apply ___

12C. Was dust exposure: 1. Mild ___ 2. Moderate ___ 3. Severe ___

12D. In the past year, were you 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
exposed to gas or chemical
fumes in your work?

12E. Was exposure: 1. Mild ___ 2. Moderate ___ 3. Severe ___

12F. In the past year,
what was your: 1. Job/occupation? _________________________
2. Position/job title? _____________________

13. RECENT MEDICAL HISTORY

13A. Do you consider yourself to
be in good health? Yes ___ No ___

If NO, state reason ______________________________________________

13B. In the past year, have you
developed: Yes No
Epilepsy? ___ ___
Rheumatic fever? ___ ___
Kidney disease? ___ ___
Bladder disease? ___ ___
Diabetes? ___ ___
Jaundice? ___ ___
Cancer? ___ ___

14. CHEST COLDS AND CHEST ILLNESSES

14A. If you get a cold, does it "usually" go to your chest?
(usually means more than 1/2 the time)
1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
3. Don't get colds ___

15A. During the past year, have you had
any chest illnesses that have kept you 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
off work, indoors at home, or in bed? 3. Does Not Apply ___

IF YES TO 15A:

15B. Did you produce phlegm with any 1. Yes ___ 2. No ___
of these chest illnesses? 3. Does Not Apply ___

15C. In the past year, how many such Number of illnesses ___
illnesses with (increased) phlegm No such illnesses ___
did you have which lasted a week
or more?

16. RESPIRATORY SYSTEM

In the past year have you had:

Yes or No Further Comment on Positive
Answers
Asthma _____

Bronchitis _____

Hay Fever _____

Other Allergies _____

Yes or No Further Comment on Positive
Answers
Pneumonia _____

Tuberculosis _____

Chest Surgery _____

Other Lung Problems _____

Heart Disease _____

Do you have:

Yes or No Further Comment on Positive
Answers

Frequent colds _____

Chronic cough _____

Shortness of breath
when walking or
climbing one flight
or stairs _____

Do you:

Wheeze _____

Cough up phlegm _____

Smoke cigarettes _____ Packs per day ____ How many years ___

Date __________________ Signature ____________________________________

2006-11-01T13:58:00.000-08:00

the professors, the quacks, the savage medicine
sticky, thick and putrid air
exposed to the most suitable subjects

the clinic brings into play
the study of monsters
monstrosities of human beings

in the quasi-paralysis of the intestines
this autonomous organic space
opened in time

(pain, heat, acceleration of the pulse)

open up a few corpses
through the thoracic cavity
a hasty, composite training

we have discovered a pathological anatomy...

"a clinic of symptoms seeks the living body
of the disease; anatomy provides it only
with the corpse"

a doubly misleading corpse interrupted by death

Oh, seriously, does any patient ever review, and or observe their surgeon?!

2006-10-28T03:08:00.000-07:00

this is all too much! Fuck!

before revealing prognosis, the dr.'s give each other a pep talk: assurances, insurance, and a mongoose.

2006-10-22T21:04:00.000-07:00

a word virus disjointed the private

exercise of taking game

(knead the abdomen) (might be time for)
reassurance, (touching)
to insure you

changing flat spaces of our skill, and credibility
to be assured, sterile, and precise

you can count on our tongues
they've been put in the shoebox
this touching

is hurriedly (undressed)

owned by a gathering (they speak) freshness

you see how we sever,
(and respond to allegory)

only the utmost
is a phrase we use
a detailed graffiti

it sounds
professional
(wrinkled)
but we mean it
by the limit

only the utmost

for yr upcoming
of a clear barrier
of a clear barrier
transformation

be reassured
of a clear barrier
of a clear barrier
we are giving

you our assurances

mongoose and freshwater

2006-10-21T20:21:00.000-07:00

knead the abdomen

touching

changing flat spaces

a word virus disjointed the private

exercise of taking game

this touching

is hurriedly undressed

owned by a gathering freshness

they speak a detailed graffiti

wrinkled by the limit

of a clear barrier

Various artists have brought fur to our spectacles, as gifts for the monsters

2006-10-21T13:47:00.000-07:00

it might be time for reassurance, to insure you
of our skill, and credibility
to be assured, sterile, and precise

you can count on our tongues
they've been put in the shoebox

you see how we sever,

respond to allegory
and derision

only the utmost
is a phrase we say

it sounds
professional

but we mean it
only the utmost

for yr upcoming
transformation

be reassured
we are giving

you our assurances

Dr. 2 exclaims, "we're gonna need some more wicker!"

2006-10-08T22:09:00.000-07:00

there is no real violence/ the encyclopedia
the first world exhibition/ confessions cadaver

Dr. 1 and I have always had a pencil
for magic

a scalpel
for structure

Hegel says, butting in,
is it art, false art or non-art

we(')(ll) (acute) cut (communique) him
to the choice
proof of rhythms

terrific lagoons we have
(can thank)
the machines for

parasites though
yr own matter

yr larynx stricken shut

in refutation to Dr. 2, Dr. 1 clowns antiquity weeping

2006-09-22T18:33:00.000-07:00

forget it.
we're not here
for the new

egos, ergo, leggos
to be doted upon

transcendentals are more than cavities

"we must be assured yr serious"

the supermarket is tonguing the canary/ throating corso's member/ and we are assuring/ we're serious / here subject/ here/ subject/ we're serious/ interrogators of yr ailments/ in gestures remedies/ we use angles/ er, angels/ er, angles/ er, you will/ angles/ not know/ which why/ we widow/ and wonder not/ but react/ collude in the ailment/ yr esophogus while/ stripped and gleaming/ can still be/ summation/ and a blanket

//

many of us
have forgotten why we started/
why we're here/
what gave us our diseases/

Dr 2. I must ask,
whose subject
whose subject consumed
whose subject consumed itself/ structured its tail

reach into its mouth/ bomb into/ self/ (un)toward/ potentiality/
yr foot/ yr mouth/ yr rectum/ yr umbilicus/ yr receptacle/

Dr. 2

2006-09-20T16:10:00.000-07:00

where the blindfold slips/embellished with skin/the one who cuts/surface/pulsating under surveillance/the body grinning with imperceptible flickers/having loosened the slow blemish of sexuality/the rhythmic contorting of memory/in marvelous conviction experiments/a figure emerges/midsection

Dr. 2

2006-09-20T15:58:00.000-07:00

Location is devised by vagaries of dissent. A shattered face disposed
the body. Permanently displaced by the figure sides. What happens
under the covers is an inward conjunction of tongue. Two surgeons
hang dangling wordlessly. So we have been given time or kill or cure.
We remain breathless, a post-semantic body. Think across systems in
spheres of textural streaming.

2006-09-17T19:50:00.000-07:00

Dr. 1

2006-09-16T19:08:00.000-07:00

It is all so nearly biological. Flow. Contingency being a beginning. Intimate operators speak. Beginning being. Again and again if possiblility passes into the present. Presently an impossible possibility. I must say. Something taking. Psuedonyms. The subject is at stake.