|Z Al freesoace document: enhancements on the TAZ by Ami Joseph no public space no freespace. no anywhere anywhen place : the space turns into lions roaring at the gate. preaching to the converted living in the deepest forgotten pits underground with dark robed guerrilla purveyors of exquisite pornography and the most divine satori this side of lawrence. dress rehearsals for the millennium. the forms and structures are permanent but the circumstances change and the changing circumstances confer new mean- ing on those forms. a nomadic utopia reeking of urine and wet con- crete. a confrontation between what these forms are sup- posed to be : and what they really mean. a murder of crows against a greyblue sky. heisenberg raped our unborn chidden. we sold our freedom for a dream of safety. we sold our freedom for a lie. security. safe. evidence of the mistakes of a history that has been forgotten. bloodstains that are never washed away only covered with concrete and steel. such a proud way to forget that we sold our reality of freedom for the dream of freedom: the lie of the society of perfect liberty. property. privilege. private private private. prop- erty. law. ownership has stolen the land of our dreams. no public space no free space. this can all be ours again. rentstrike taxstrike _artstrike consumptionstrike _realitystrike. the chains are ephemeral as the cathode tube pro- jection. : my brothers and sisters bear witness to the unveiling of the lie primordial. the hawk headed god has spread his wings and we walk streets and lie on sheets living in sufferance of the money lenders of the bartenders. the public domain is a gulag where all the failed revolutions are left to rot. the newage lost in the sewage. because all agents defect and all resistors sell out. guerrilla ontology. a silent address destined for no ones ears but written on walls and sidewalks for everyone to see. : maya dances the map is mistaken for the territory. become nomads within the spectacle. liquid genetics and undifferentiated worship explode from the pipes flowing into vast rivers of living chaotic sludge that writhes and squirms with orgasmic delight. the city blocks stretch on and on highway of shattered bone and burning acetylene. the rain falls on the windshield and becomes a poisonous membrane scraped away repeatedly scraped away repeatedly. we cannot see the stars from this place but for the glow of the city. are they still up there behind all this sickening orange glow? we have no way to navigate this last wasteland. polaris is not allowed to shine the nomads might be able to find their way out. we do not like to. look out the same window and see quite a different land- scape. we do not like to climb a stair and find that it takes us down. we do not like to walk out of a door and find ourselves back in the same room. we do not like the maze in the garden because it too closely resembles the maze of the brain. we do not like what happens when we are awake because it too close- ly resembles what happens when we are asleep. we understand the ordinary business of living we know how to work the machine we can usually avoid acci- dents we are insured against fire against larceny and illness against defective plumbing but not acts of god. we know various spells and enchantments and minor forms of sorcery divination and chiromancy specifics against insomnia lumbago and loss of money. but the circle of our understanding is a very restricted area. except for a limited number of strictly practical purposes we do not even know what we are doing and even when we think of it we do not know much about thinking. what is happening outside the circle and what is the meaning of happening? what ambush awaits beyond the heather and behind the standing stones? beyond the heavyside layer and behind the smiling moon? and what is being done to us? and what are we what are we doing? to each and every and all of these ques- tions there is no conceivable answer. we have suffered far more than a personal loss we have lost our way in the dark. [ TS. Eliot J all we are left with are shimmering ephemeral dis- plays of coloured light. build a new alamut and train our irregulars with the strength of eagles claws and leave them dancing in the dragons jaws. bear witness i hold you responsible bear witness to this most public display. bear witness though none of you will remember bear witness though none of you will understand. immaterial. no freespace is allowed no crying space in the wilderness. this ideology of pathology of political and or infor- mational that spirals always spirals at the fractal basin boundary awaiting a set bifurcation that will never come. this ideology calls you to never bear witness this hive culture of unrepentant cannibals that dance in the red smoke. spinal trauma calculated into the spectacle of power. the attack must be unexpected frontal and come in the darkest hours of the night when the body is dead dreaming of itself and of the possibility of night- mares. the externality of the spectacle in relation to the spectator appears in the fact that his own gestures are no longer his £ but are those of another who represents them to him. i sit in my own alamut with dreams of imperfected and untested psycho- chemicals floating in the air listening to kali sing the music of creation and run naked four armed with the weapons of perfected slaughter dancing on my corpse wearing a necklace of skulls tongue dripping blood skin a deep greyblue the precise colour of monsoon cloud every day more rain more rain. i lock myself inside with my brothers and sisters of the irregulars to’ forget about outside temporeality and read about ourselves and our heroic exploits in countless forbidden texts: followers of obsolete unthinkable trades. doodling in etruscan. addicts of drugs not synthesized. pushers of souped up harmeline. junk reduced to pure habit offering precarious vegetable serenity. black marketeers of world war three. excisors of telepathic sensitivity. investi- gators of infractions denounced by bland paranoid chess players. servers of fragmentary warrants taken down in hebephrenic shorthand charging unspeakable mutilations of the spirit. bureaucrats of unspeakable spectral departments. officials of unconstituted police states. brokers of exquisite dreams and memories tested on the sensitized cells of junk sickness and “bartered for raw materials of the will. doctors skilled in the treatment of dis- eases dormant in the black dust of ruined cities gathering virulence in the white blood cells of eyeless worms feel- ing slowly to the surface and the human host. maladies of the ocean floor and the stratosphere. maladies of the labora- tory and atomic war. the state where the unknown past and the emergent future meet in a vibrating soundless hum. lar- val entities waiting for a live one. 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Burroughs ] we aren't no hip boys we aren't no whip boys. never claiming we had it better than the next never claiming we had it worse we once to mug an old woman for her purse but the doctor dropped the gun when we booted it across the street. we pray to our own personal saints: malaclypse the younger ho chi zen good ol' uncle bill mordecai the foul lady L f.a.b. fang the unwashed bob and cooper harold lord randomfactor the man in black dave the dope fiend : HIS wise man bill allen the poet and tim the futant. we drink whiskey with alia of the knife the womb of heaven and cut chainlink with onrak the backwards and all the angry porn starlets of thelema. we place no reliance on virgin or pigeon our method is science our aim is religion. we rootless cosmopolitans. nomads of alley and parking garage. we dress up in different costumes every day and aimlessly catch busses riding in endless circles and forming complex spi- rals of non euclidian formations stretched between the telephone poles on the side of the road. s cartographers of anatomical irregularities _ found reflected in the flow of pedestrian traffic. our organization is strictly catholic mormon _ seihk atheist buddhist moslem capitalist anarchist marxist totalitarian freemarket and centrally planned. we have desire to define the TAZ or to elaborate dogmas about how it must be cre- ated ; it has been is and will be. facial contortions at the moment of orgasm. we want nothing more than a pair of boltcutters in our belt and a stihl and a few spray bombs with good nyc fatcaps in our duffel. for the attack will be unexpected and frontal. apocryphic iconography. scatter into the night. we light the beacon so that others can follow. of the first order. to take back the freespace the public space and write our names on the sky. to take back that anywhere anywhen place and let ourselves cry. we have lost our free space we have given up our public existence to the tabloid nihilism of our collapsing market structure. the stars have fallen they did not wait for this sickening glow to sub- side. the we have all been lied to. i speak on behalf of interzone amalgamate interna- tional: the finest name in reality since 1994. .down with hope. up with dope. influx * Magazine April 1999 37 |Z Al freespace document: enhancements on the TAZ by Ami Joseph ro public space no frespace. fo anywhere any pace ‘the space turns into ons roaring atthe gts preaching to the converted ving fn the deepest forgotten pits underground ‘with dark bed guerilla purveyors of exquisite pornography nd the most divine stoi thi sie of lawrence, (detsehearals forthe millenium, the forms and structures ae permanent bout he circumstances change and the changing crcumstances confer new mean ing on those forms. 2 nomadic utopia recking of urine and wet con ‘confrontation between what these forms are sup nd what they really mean. 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