Monday, November 13, 2006
Party meeting last friday
Comrades show up, thinsly disguised with pastel eye-makeup, mesh shirts, audacious scarves, tight bulge-enhancing pants -- (small cadre tripping on LSD naked from the waist down)... organization fromed around various swirling loci of magnetic pull-repulse invisible dynamic points of strange attraction; ruptured links ; momentary sub-committees formed and reformed as the scene devolves into the obscene, into uninhibited displays of anonymous amour fou, an orgiastic potlatch of repressed desire ; an evanescent libiinal economy, a micro-civilization of eros... a nighlong autnomous zone of passional attraction...a chaotic game of lustful free-association...room filled with smoke, record broken saying "e-baby" over and over for an hour before anyone notices -- comrade-girl tearing everyone's clothes off, everyone's hands in other comrade's pants as they lick cocaine off naked chests -- broken mirrors, blood & saliva & it all smells of the swarming masses rallying around that lone AK-weilding comrade atop an overturnd tank billowing smoke, Red Square, year 2018, Talinn, Finland.
No more vision, now only feeling, little hands and mouths colliding and slipping off onto newly soaking flesh.
Collective dreams of red flags, chesire cat grins..
distorted cathartic go squeeze chain-drift
dead-end pathways
Morning after -- everyone who can wak up sits in a circle on the black Persian rug, smoking Gauloises and burning incense -- everyone who cannot get up is excluded (pending excecution)...comrade unfolds a large, tattered hand-drawn map of the world marked up according to some code -- red/black points of convergence, pink zones for cultural operations...proposals are made, rejected, revised --
I assert the necessity of occupying a cafe in hip Paris decoupaging the walls over with medieval broadsheets and large posters of the May '68 riots, serve black caviar and blood soup, then burn it all down. Comrade proposes we go to the southwestern desert, dig long trenches, live in pipes until the micro-climate metamorphoses into a series of small oases -- build and inaugurate the pleasure-dome. Proposal rejected near-unanimously -- girl eating a fruit says, lips not moving, "would work more fruitfully if we commandeered a dirigirble..."
She is immediately excluded New slogans: Radical epicurianism! Take-over the context! Seduce the bourgeoisie! (make them feel perverse lust for the syphilitic crusty orifices of the proletariat -- radical supercession through the fusion of erotic fluids, sweet of the workingmen, bloody saliva and dainty perfumes)
No more vision, now only feeling, little hands and mouths colliding and slipping off onto newly soaking flesh.
Collective dreams of red flags, chesire cat grins..
distorted cathartic go squeeze chain-drift
dead-end pathways
Morning after -- everyone who can wak up sits in a circle on the black Persian rug, smoking Gauloises and burning incense -- everyone who cannot get up is excluded (pending excecution)...comrade unfolds a large, tattered hand-drawn map of the world marked up according to some code -- red/black points of convergence, pink zones for cultural operations...proposals are made, rejected, revised --
I assert the necessity of occupying a cafe in hip Paris decoupaging the walls over with medieval broadsheets and large posters of the May '68 riots, serve black caviar and blood soup, then burn it all down. Comrade proposes we go to the southwestern desert, dig long trenches, live in pipes until the micro-climate metamorphoses into a series of small oases -- build and inaugurate the pleasure-dome. Proposal rejected near-unanimously -- girl eating a fruit says, lips not moving, "would work more fruitfully if we commandeered a dirigirble..."
She is immediately excluded New slogans: Radical epicurianism! Take-over the context! Seduce the bourgeoisie! (make them feel perverse lust for the syphilitic crusty orifices of the proletariat -- radical supercession through the fusion of erotic fluids, sweet of the workingmen, bloody saliva and dainty perfumes)
# posted by eric. : 11:40 PM
