ARTZGUERRILLAS #1
...one knows somehow one's praxis must be t' do whatever it be one does t' be a
NOMAD ARTZ MACHINE s't'speak in opposition t' that ROBOPATHIC CONTROL
MACHINE(presently incarnate as Bush Empire)...if one don' do so along wi' any
other thinkin' ones left out there,Planet Terror be fucked big time!!!...
DELEUZE & GUATTARI:"...question...whether molecular or atomic "populations"
o' all natures(mass media,monitorin' procedures,computers,space weapons)
would continue t' bombard existin' people in order t' train it or CONTROL it or
annihilate it-or if other molecular populations were possible,could slip into
first 'n' give rise t' a people yet t' come..."...VIRILIO:"...relation o' artists t'
people has changed significantly:artist has ceased t' be one-alone wi'drawn
into him-or herself,but has also ceased t' address people,t' invoke people
as a constituted force.Never has artist been more in need o' a people,while
statin' most firmly that people is lackin'-people what's most lackin'...problem
o' artist that modern depopulation o' people results in an open earth, 'n' by
means o' art,or by means t' which art contributes.Instead o' bein' bombarded
from all sides in a limitin' cosmos,people 'n' earth must be like vectors o' a
cosmos that carries them off;then cosmos itself be art.From depopulation,
make a cosmic people;from DETERRITORIALIZATION,a cosmic earth-
that's wish o' artisn-artist,here,there,locally..."
...RESISTANCE BE A NOMAD THOUGHT TACTIC THAT WE'LL PRACTICE
'N' PROTECT...
one would have t' be braindead 'n' not THINK,t' cop t' such bullshit,like,
there's n'reason t' despair o' Amerika!...s'many derangements,dysfunctions,
DRIFTIN's there be...ridiculous fragmented political 'n' social space,nihilist
hypertrophy o' petty antiquarian memory,hyperobesity-increasingly less
metaphorical-o' vast social bodies that form invisible edifice o' Amerika,
utter misery o' ghettos 'n' disaster refugees...one c'n't manage t' convince
one "self" that collapse isn' inevitable as heralded in Europe o' Amerikan
model...out o' a new emergency o' history,one particularly menacin' micro-
narrative takes shape,darkened by prestige o' PANAPOCALYPSE-TICKIN'
BOMB...a script emerges,along these LINES O' FLIGHT:WHICH'VE ALSO
NURTURED NOMADOLOGIC STRAINS O' ALIENATION 'N' REBELLION...
real danger o' Bush Empire's anythin'-goes message that it fatally routinizes
'n' bureaucratizes coercive impulse...WE'RE CERTAINLY FUCKIN' ANGRY
'BOUT COMPLACENCY 'N' IDIOCY 'N' WORTHLESSNESS 'N' LACK O'
QUALITY O' THIS GODDAM MONEY-DRENCHED SOCIETUS!...
WE'RE PRESENTIN' SOMETHIN' THAT'S BEEN MISCONSTRUED 'N' MAYBE
NEVER BEFORE INVESTIGATED...there be a great danger in equatin' "artistic
merit" or vision wi' ANY ideological position-either left or right or any variation
thereof...we're tryin' t' take another step in our understandin' o' CHAOSMOS
'n' how it works...there's lots more t' do before we come t' any kind o' "end"
o' road...we don' hide our disgust wi' Right-wing communications Empire!...
what we must do NOW:millions o' ACTS O' UNCOMMON PHILOSOPHIC
SUBVERSIVE PRAXIS 'N' NOMADOLOGIC courage necessary before ALL
Amerikans,not jes we NOMADS,feel that we live,once again ? or maybe for
first time,in socio-political community 'n' not in a savage 'n' Robopathic
CONTROL MACHINE swamp...
IT'S A BREATHTAKIN' MOMENT WHERE ALL DOUBTS 'N' CYNICISM ABOUT
WASHINGTON POLITICIANS'RE BLATANTLY CONFIRMED...
'N' WHOLE "TRUTH" BE ACTUALLY WORSE...terrible tho this be...
worst o' it be damage done t' ties that bind Amerikans t'gether...
WE DON' IGNORE DIFFERENCES IN PEOPLE,WE REVEL IN 'EM!...
BY RECOGNIZIN' 'N' APPRECIATIN' DIFFERENCES,WE GROW AS INDIVIDUALS
'N' AS A...THIS BE WHAT ONE FIGHTIN':CREEPS 'N' SICKOS IN OUR MIDST...
what's not bein' noticed be that PEOPLE WI' MOST ARTICULATE UNDERSTANDIN'
o' what contract o' Amerikan citizenship entails're POOR,ABANDONED,HUNGRY
PEOPLE HUDDLED IN STINKIN' DARKNESS O'...ENGAGE:Y'PUNK!!...
COOL CONCEPTS/IRRATIONAL IDEAS AREN' ENOUGH!!!...by buildin' networkin'
groups/collectives/whatever...along cultural LINES O' FLIGHT that celebrate
'n' promote 'n' epitomize DIFFERENCES in people,we build NOMAD ARTZ MACHINE...
NEED T' BE ACTIVELY INVOLVED!!!when we let Emperor Bush 'n' all his
Robopathic asshole buddies abdicate role o' representin' us people
NOT AS A FUCKIN' CONTROL MACHINE O' FASCIST EMPIRE,violations start
t' multiply,'n' we get secret surveillance 'n' classified renditions 'n' unnamed
torture that we all recognize as un-Amerikan 'n' blatant fascist self-destruct
for us all...
obviously one don' have a crystal ball,but there's a threat that this tensely
fucked up societus we live in'll erupt at any moment...
as WARCRY,an anarchist-artist-activist veteran o' Seattle,etc. said:"WE WANT
T' SAVE LIFE ON THIS PLANET.WE C'N'T AFFORD T' SIT THIS ONE OUT"...

Gypsy James

SchizoNomadArtzMachine

IMPORTANCE O' BEIN' ROTTEN

...Elegies for Angels/PUNKS 'n' Ragin' Queens...
they count themselves as 'Travelers'...
which means that they travel
wi' their Mohawks 'n' pierced foreheads
'n' Romantic Visions
o' autonomy 'gainst Robopathic societus
in lil' bands t' St. Marks Places
'n' Hate Streets 'roun' country...
Kathy Acker wrote: " The only reaction
against an unbearable society is equally
unbearable nonsense"...
SOCIAL DISTORTION!!!
a Georgia man fatally shot himself at Ground Zero
'n' friends believe tragic suicide
was a political protest
against President Bush's reelection
'n' war in Iraq...
I'm a PUNK fiend terminally...
I'm mos' comfortable tellin' stories that
oppose societus' laws/rules/'n'
narrative orders 'n' genres-
against things that societus constructs 'n' maintains
'n' governs...
t' me, a story gotta be FELT exclusively
in relation t' that Power 'n' Dominance...
fascinatin' 'n' mysterious icon
an Agent Provocateur
sent from some Alien Realm...
I'm definitely a flawed person
who wears it on outside...
I don' expect people t' like me
'n' I don' expect people t' think,Like:
Wow, he be s'simple 'n' great...
I think I be a Weirdo
who wears it wi' "pride",kinda...
tale o' Damned Voyager Vagabond Outsider...
bookworm parrot Legba Biker Pirate Poet
parrot o' course goes wi' Pirate:
parrotin' texts, Piratin' texts-
two ways o' speakin' 'bout plagiarism
or appropriation as it be mo' discreetly known...
DETOURNEMENT: t' use Situationist term
or 're-functioning' t' use Brecht's:
re-functionin' by re-contextualisin'
by makin' STRANGE...
KIA o' DEVIANT BEHAVIOR:
use t' worship Wendy O. Williams...
wi' electrical tape on her nipples
bleach-blonde mop that passed for hair
'n' over-the-top stage antics
that included blowin' up cars 'n' schoolbuses
'n' chainsawin' guitars...
ever since her suicide
a hole been left in worl' o' PUNK
'n' in our Spirits...
thank our lucky strap-ons for Kaya Chaos(KIA)
chick lead singer o' NeoCity's
Deviant Behavior...
she performs pretty much topless
'n' DESTROYS! everything in sight
she, like late GG Allin
Digs puttin' microphone
in her cunt 'n' asshole...
her nickname be "Welfare Titties"
'cause she used t' hang out topless
at Coney Island High...
Man, we Dig her titties
'n' all rest o' her 'n' her band...
Y'Go,Grrrl!...
"Some o' the psychoanalysts 'n' some other clinicians
insist that only vaginal stimulation 'n' a 'vaginal orgasm'
c'n provide a psychlogically satisfactory culmination t' the activity
o' a 'sexually mature' female. It is difficult, however,
in the light o' our present understandin' o' the anotomy
'n' physiology o' sexual response, t' understand what c'n be meant
by a 'vaginal orgasm'."-Alfred C. Kinsey 1953...
DICTUS ERECTUS...
Proved him livin' up t' his own theory:
Desire t' make each succeedin' work
mo' Magikal than its predecessor
be ever uppermost
in mind o' Artist...
Bitter?Yeah...
Dishonest? Sure...
DISTURBED!!!
raunchy 'n' scandalous...
Gratuitous Sex 'n' Violence
'n' Senseless
DADAPUNK...
did anyone ever have
a borin' Dream?
rest in pieces...
sick o' it all!!!...

PANDEMONIOUS PROCLAMATION O' A PROFLIGATE BEAST

...each day one wakes up, one's consciousness that much more PUNKed out...
how t' convey what it be t' ekyist wi'in this mutant flesh possessed by this
ultimately bizarro being?...Psychosexual somnubulism?...whole concept
o' ZONES: in order t' barely tolerate ekyisyence in this assinine "civilization",
one creates separate labyrinthes o' eksperyence 'n' individuality...
everything one be ekyists as there where one be at any given moment...
when younger I perhaps at times might have thought such were hallucination,
fantasy-now I know it be m'"reality"...I be terminally alien...a NEW CREATURE...
m'KIND be Transgressive Dervishes o' UNDROOSHY...all m'Art,m'life be a RITE...
harbingers o' Nex Millenniuum explodin' galaxies o' new 'n' different "realities"...
how many authentically be aware how REALLY fuckin' weird ekyisyence
be on this Planet Terror at this moment?...I change every moment-I mutate
grow deteriorate...NeoCreature feedin' on apocalyptic tit o' demented
Robopathic "god" whose rapist cock we flee t' marvelous cunt o' some
NeoGoddess we crave...brilliant mind in a tortured abused body...
great Spirit oppressed by human PLAGUE...WE DON' KNOW ANYTHING!
I kiss Genet's ghost...I fuck James Dean in Dream...what KIND o' freak
be I? don' know 'n' it don' fuckin' matter anyhoo 'cause WE ARE DAMNED!
m'Art be KORAN O' DAMNED!...I speak a whole OTHER language now...
I live in extremely alien ZONES...I be immersed in whatever crazed dimension
I've forced m'"self" t' dwell...n'doubt I revel in m'alienation,difference,
eccentricity,DADAPUNK HASHSHASHIN persona legacy 'cause I perceive
world out there-"real world" m'ass! it be mos' unreal fuckin' hoax! whose
be DREAM? whose "reality"? yeah, it be mighty lonely out here where I
dwell 'n' madness taints every minute particle o' this TRANSGRESSIVE
ZONE o' one's unique perspective...be I a parasite? be m'Work I do in
poverty 'n' oppression contribution I choose t' b'lieve it t' be?...
I've authentically become an ARCHANGEL o' PROFLIGACY...
what fuck there be t' be s'optimistic about in this beyond insane world?
I be a MUTANT, ALIEN, WE ARE NOT HUMAN! space cockroaches what
we be...evolution be seditionary act o' life's guerrillas "WE'RE RUNNIN'
UNDER PRESSURE ZONE"...m'being actually assimilatin' 'n' metamorphosin'
into that weird holographic DADAPUNK wildness I create in m'art...
I've art-ed m' "self" right into those OTHER dimensional ZONES...
I am NOT o' Planet Terror! I be lost t' "human condition"...'n' I won'
be re-enterin', thanX but n'thanX!...
I be ENGAGED in RECKLESSYENCHUL PRAXIS O' CALCULUS O'
TRANSGRESSIVE ART...a NEOPAGAN RITE s't'speak by which one
deliberately exposes one"self" t' extreme alternatives 'n' be compelled
t' choose freedom t' absorb 'n' live as one alone desires, or be jes
another component in Robopathic CONTROL MACHINE...
m'assault on "culture" more 'n' more I come t' realization thas bottom line:
I be ARTIST GUERRILLA-I'll never be part o' that "culture" o' societus
o' Robopath cretins, yet I won' cease from subversive assaults on that hegemon o'
bullshit...ART GUERRILLA ASSAULT upon malignant lethal censorship
'n' suppression o' "moral majority" 's "culture war" against authentic Art...
I DON' MAKE PRETTY ART! leave that t' fuckin' wimpass yuppiefied
shitbirds all too many o' whom be "stars" o' "art world"! N',man, I blow
Blues,Dig? harsh yet sometimes beautiful, solo o' a "self"-created
individual strugglin' in this Robopathic shithole o' ekyisyence...
I be "guilty" o' a whole lotta ugly shit but NOT o' lack o' creativity
originality courage anarchic fortitude...
...'n' thus came undertakers in their dark shadows o' "Time" t' steal away
sublime Hashshashins o' DREAM...thus it be one left wi' residue o'
esoteric Mysteres cloaked in anti-histories o' Art 'n' insurrectionary glee/
acts o' epiphanies o' cybermachines emittin' gelatinous substances o'
seminal CYBERPUNK grift or t' DRIFT upon a wind o'...
one therefore engaged upon a project o' total removal o' any restraints
t' terminal realization o' ultimate mysterious enigmatic materialization
o' subliminal characterization o' charismatic 'n'...
I be relayin' strategic info from ZONES...y'have yet t' penetrate 'n' infiltrate,
t' even discover...for all their Robopath efficiency they don' even begin
t' come anywhere near perfection 'n' marvelous beauty o' veritible
UNDERGROUND depths o' being...we be afterall mos' important
elements o' any human evolution 'n' our endeavors c'n't be judged
nor decimated by bullshit nor phoney "logics"...
KATHY ACKER : "...Logocentricism and idealism, theology, all supports
of the repressive society...Property's pillars. Reason, which always
homogenizes and reduces, represses and unifies phenomena or actuallity
into what can be perceived and so CONTROLLED...Reason is always in the
service of the political and economic masters. IT IS HERE THAT LITERATURE
STRIKES, AT THIS BASE, WHERE THE CONCEPTS AND ACTINGS OF ORDER
IMPOSE THEMSELVES. LITERATURE IS THAT WHICH DENOUNCES AND
SLASHES APART THE REPRESSING MACHINE AT THE LEVEL OF THE
SIGNIFIED...CUT THROUGH CONSERVATIVE NARCISSISM WITH BLOODY
RAZOR BLADES. TORE SUBJECT AWAY FROM SUBJUGATION TO SELF,
THE PROPER; DISLOCATED YOU THE PUPPET; CUT THE THREADS
OF MEANING; SPIT AT ALL MIRRORS WHICH CONTROL..." ...
be it all dissemblin' in a jelly o' fortuitous rust...what be this obsessive
churnin' in m'loins? I know object o' Desire, fires o' lust not merely erotic
but SPIRIT, man! C'n y' Dig Pagan ecstasy o' which I be advocate? winds be
scented wi' semen 'n' vaginal mucus 'n' m'tongue be a serpent o' a post
apocalyptic Eden o' which has not yet even been imagined...
speak not t' me o' love! I have n' "time" nor patience for such puerile crap!
lay one me n'futile rebop o' emotional debris bred o' lame lazy mental
processes o' Robopathic conditioned schemes t' convince others o' what
y'would wish for yr own sake they would be! Not for me! petty charms
or sad priorities o' human pretentious propensities o' chemical 'n' physical
attractions! rather be ectoplasmic ethereal essence undefined unacknowledged
unobtainable by any process o' yet conceivable mental conceptualization
(go t' part 2)
PANDEMONIOUS...(part 2)

don' be callin' it astral entity!
nor even Spirit!
I come t' you overwhelmingly
heat
liquid
languid
soft
'n'
hard
thrustin'
'n'
penetrated
merge
flow
implode
simuletaneous
apocalypse orgasm
be our destiny
Road
y'must inevitably traverse
as m'shadow
'n' I
as yr body...
mad cinema unravels in one's skull/ one's natural state unnatural...
molten throbbin' pulsatin' cauldron o' flesh 'n' imaginative chaos o' being
'n' nothingness that be essence o' one's authentic "self" ...
'n' thus that seditionary anarchic realm what one ejaculates in form or
style or breed o' creative manifestation...
NOTHIN' BE TOO WEIRD T' IMAGINE...
I feel a DESTINY, a FATE as if a nemesis or liberation lurkin' in streets
in shadows in neon illumination in NOISE tumult chaos terrible beauty
o' m' LEGACY as if a corpse frozen wi'in anxious t' re-animate
t' arise t' stalk 'n' prowl 'n' howl 'n' caress flesh 'n' psyches appropriate
t' its sole 'n' marvelous PRAXIS...
for be I not RENEGADE risin' up from bowels o' m'UNDERGROUND
t' scorch citizens wi' wrath 'n' a beauty they'll only be able t' absorb
or be annihiliated by? AY! SUNTO SINISTRE...that be one o' m'names
as well...
nature o' m' PROFLIGATE BEAST be a ravenous charaltan 'n' harbinger...
wi' a patch on eye 'n' a Goth persona prowlin' strokin' imagination o'
AModern Primitives...such be I in this "Time" o' PLAGUE YEARS/
AMODERN APOCALYPSE...
all leaves fallen from TREE y' DIG? now be skeleton adorned wi' rags
'n' spikes o' a savage NeoDawn in devolution o' species...
n'longer c'n one speak distorted twisted gnarled technonoise lyin'
"language" o' ManMachineRobopathCreep mine enemy!
like a wisp o' fog slinkin' thru urban jungle camouflaged Art Guerrilla
strikin' then gone
ravishin' "Language"
m' Mission
I be Engage Enrage
not cliche!
not passe!
day masques me in gray
o' drone
Night unveils
NeoCreature
o' Dream
'n' Creative Adventure...
too many bits or bytes overloadin' sytem, like, crumbs o' beautiful seditionary
knowledge scattered amidst debris o' thos shattered bricks blindin' eyes rather
than lickin' eyes o' Vagabonds...be not one a cockroach huntin' for 'n' devourin'
crumbs 'n' shittin' it out or emittin' neonesque rays forth from antenae
in dare ye call such poetry or prose o' Damned?...
WORD be a phantasmagoria o' grotesque 'n' esquisite imagery-raindrops
splattered on a hot neon graffitti...
a nipple that brushes cold 'n' yet scorchin' lips o' a metropolis as if thunderous
thighs thrust open t' receive tongue 'n'/or cock o' Nex Millenniuum's savage
genious...I be interpreter o' TEXTS, what I do nex be atrocious 'n' vitle...
I often wonder if I am not in fact a Vagabond scholar in this Nex Millenniuum
caught in a "Time" warp stumblin' over debris 'n' rubble recordin'/ reportin' news
o' Damned: WORDS scattered in cyberwinds splattered wi' AModern dust
shattered 'n' regathered in poetry/prose
spoken as if ghost chants
illuminated by ethereal glow o' computer screens
perhaps I be an AI
already?
WORDS
be they codices?
hieroglyphics?
or a "history"
yet t' be?...
I grow more a Stranger, an exile, Profligate Freak moment by moment...
don' even try t' fake it...an uncontrollable Fire o' Art Guerrillismo lurks lingers
wi'in one's "self"...one's only hope now be t' cut irrevocably thoroughly loose
o' all mundane pseudo chains that incarcerate...
t' stalk that Times Square o' m' WEIRD ZONE
t' meet whatever it be awaitin' in those Noir shadows for me there...
KATHY ACKER : " PUNK IS THE BEGINNING OF THE NEW WORLD "
permit me t' allow me t' get in yr face!
in yr flesh!
violate yr consciousness!
yr being!
yr nothingness!
Dig on if y'dare
these artifacts I create
from a
N' FUTURE...

PUNK AMAZON

Women,please take over Planet Terror!