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8/24/2012

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& enters our LORD OF EAST: QUETZALCOATL    

Q tapes a square on stage floor sits crosslegged at center chingazos to floor / four / turn ninety degrees

chingazos to floor / four / turn ninety degrees

chingazos to floor / four / turn ninety degrees

chingazos to floor / four / turn ninety degrees

pauses thirty seconds / staring straight ahead / no blinks at thirty / mouth pops w/o sound eight times / each time successively bigger Q rises / walks off stage /conchudo returns w/ two balls (approx. basketball size) hip bounce hot hoops now get yr Mesomurkan games

 & stands w/ pelotas in upturned palms center square Q bounces right huevo sixteen times / eyes remaining concentrated on audience qué chiqueón  left hand remains stationary after sixteen bounces / thirty-second pause   voice not emitted from Q’s boca: I will not use props / costume or sets / just my body & yr input input yrs & body my just sets or costume props I will  I will use props looks at balls sets  I will  drops balls Q snaps fingers right hand / arm swings in front of body thirty-two times voice not emitted from Q’s boca: a

bailar baile baile baile boy bow bluh blooooo

bhuluhm ppppbbphhsssssh     that’s wind sounds that—blooosh

bouncy

happy sounds / elatives / listen every room

elation: brown bottle of sweet stout

swishing back to & fro / ah / shirtless

in sun / what was known / seen / good

what is good

holds up one digit

I will

what is poopsible [sic]

holds up another digit

use props 

what is feasible

holds up another digit

my body

I will

recuerdo sí la elación

while saying this / Q pulls up tape square / timed

so as to have removed all tape

at the end of the monologue / & emphasizing

capitalized words w// ahem / elation

in voice

 

¿asexual? 

hardly

was tired of sex tho

tired / so tired altogether & chained to lethargy & bleakness

this bleakness gradually comes to whiteness in his later work / toward geometric purity / dehumanity / scientific objectivity & raw bodies & raw style

surrounded by culture & surrounded by assimilation

no existential retreat

ability to read word as god allows one to interiorize heavens

you’re bealofulla

pit of seamless summer hail now that beaty bodega music I’m a skinny kid in high school & the quarterback gets all the girls / so I thought I’d grow my hair out / see what happened

this guy knew he liked community college fine enough

heard a radical speaker speak of the ideology of the missionary position

put it spatial terms

that made sense now

our sign’s hourly

here’s silent eyes

here sigh & . . . hibernates

loves those saintly gadgets / & they veer often

they pyramid in ringing to closest highways

that’s where night be swinging the wild—is them where

night too here now goes gonging the light[1]—that’s where

Magellan singing sang the ducky nets—daring such fluctuations

to give ye fingers

dew has that / so unendedly goes by gone / & image

dew’s all began—¡& we’re signed so graftly in diner sonnets! 

¡so bright!  get walled in yr self-fashioned hut

solitary & so to flowerpots that the dew mentioned / England

& Madonna ruined jets follow cana-cans lass / thine hand

am hanged here a rune & do ill stumps—was where done’ll go

cathedral of yr childhood / drawn by some blind man high off his ass

remembers running

into the KIDDIE POOL & my

drawers falling off MY ASS &

some folks laughing

& the old black dodge parked

to the side there in the GRAVEL

DRIVE & I think

there’s the picture of me & I hope to

god there’s a picture of that OLD BLACK

DODGE BECAUSE

that thing had memories of its decay stowed

inside on the bench seat THERE.  I remember we

took that monster to

CALIFORNIA ALL SEVEN OF US & I can’t

remember if my abuelo was there but I seem to

remember pointing to

him on the map that we were on Broadway in L.A. but

really that might only have been Broadway in TucK

son / so then I suppose

I remember two things but I remember that truck  I

remember all of us piled into the CAMPER on air

mattresses that might

only have been double-sized/ blue if I remember

right / w/ blanket & pillows & plenty of comics &

DORITOS  surely there were walkmen as well

                        I remember HuitzliPocho wdn’t STOP CRYING   I OFTEN

TELL PEOPLE THIS IS THE TIME AT WHICH

I DEVELOPED MY FEAR

OF WHALES  I told a child I help to read the

other day my fear of whales / but I left

out the drama about

sitting next to the TANK IN THE JUM

PING show & being splashed by

one of the killer beasts

w/ its trainer riding on a saddle slapping

it w/ a whip / GIDDUN UP THEAH

ONT’ TH’ PLATOFORM

CRITTER giddun up theah / my

 family of deities sitting but two rows from

this platOform (& they

in full knowledge/ us seated in

the painted seats) & seeing the

animal’s jAWs directly be

fore me/ bits of kibble &

BALL & dUNG stuck up in the

gums  OF COURSE I WEPT

            ye yalhua

            ye huiptla

            ica nichoca

            ica ninentlamati

of course I wept  & then I carried

whales w/ me whenever I closed my eyes in water

even on those burning waters

I feared hyper-correction of annunciation in performance:

action of the body / Quetzalcoatl & the natural  breathing to the systole/diastole of the body & the Quetzalcoatl’s extensive focus on the nuances of language to act as if that language were language performed naturally / w/o strain / certain ease seeming natural / not feigned / not learned—quite bluntly—a natural sort of superiority ¿who can perform this?  ¿what body?  body performing critiques other bodies body performing is left to riff on its own: the performer’s choreographed instructions read:  I mean improvise



[1] bright blue beam into his body bent backward awkward fire into his life / visions / visions / visions  



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