Can you possibly understand what it means to live a successful life?

Now wait a minute. There is no way to define a successful life

If I dedicate myself to healing you, am I healing myself

How do you heal me

Ah, how do I approach healing you

Is it—closer?

Am I closer—to myself?

You can expect something real inside something not real

Ah, the only hope I have

The colorof things is a far away attribute

You can kill me with color

How?

Let me count the ways

(shot)

If you hadn’t brought up the subject, it might never have happened

Talking to a dead man?

Let’s go back in time

Why do I suddenly like being in this new world?

Up til recently—a week? A month? It was environments drenched in antique mood, or at least, relatively drenched—older atmospheres, vistas.

Twists and turns af aged, mellow environments on a human, heretofore called human, scale. And then—out of the blue—pow

A pace that is—no place

Here I am

Losing it

I do like this new world that, up to recently, why, why, why do I like it now and I didn’t like it before

Why am i able to flaot now, successfully, when heretofore I resisted,

and dreampt of atmosphere.

Struggling, as we are

with something

non-pin-down-able.

Because

it’s in here

gaps

spaces

I can’t pin it down

Let me turn on my computor

It’s on

Let me operate in terms of this computor

Who is that

Everybody

Who exactly

Everybody

It isn’t me

Everybody

(Paus)

This is e;lusive

Wait a minute. My computor is on

My computor is on

My tv is supposed to be receiving—but. it’s sending

Hello is not a good world because it’s too late

Hello

It’s already happed

Hello

Don’t say hello becaise it’s already happened

You can’t see it

You can’t see me

If I am everywhere, then it means, you can‘t see it. Me. It’s me

Between your fingers—it slides. Saying here I am, in order to disappear

I am the angel of death, since everybody dies sooner or later

Get it over with

Get it over with

end the surprise

Like my city

Like my city of death

Full of lunch

Full --or a certain launched vehicle

hurtling

Fast, towards openings in your head

at the city limits

Speed and destiny

Enough air to breath so a bad life can turn itself inside out

If you don’t understand me, that’s why I’m so evervescent, so powerful

so much a part of your own bloodstream

You do know, that you are here to bring love into the world. This is your responsibility. You do not act, you recieve. But alas—you act.

There’s no time like the present.

(clocks were climbing the stairs)

This is the time of inside out

And a very old “tune” is re-shuffled into approximately two million receptacles of consciousness

but is rehearsed as one note in different guises

There is no time like the present

What you mean by that is up for grabs

(all rise from card table)

notice—we’ve bee playing with blank cards

OK. And when I pass my fingers over these blank cards (what happens)

It could be—under water. Adrift

There is no way to recognize this teritory

These rocks make it hard to live

Hard to sit on a chair which has a rock in the middle of the cushioned seat

Hard to play the piano when the piano keys—

Yes

Let’s get rid of these rocks

Yes. But nobody moves to do that

(Crash)

That was not a rock through the window

Could rocks be cash?

What do you mean

I have cash in my pocket

(Pause)

I also have a rock in my pocket

Guess what. Sometimes my sexual organ gets hard, like a rock

Like right now?

No, right now, that’s not the case

I say things, under the pressure of ideas.

Can I bake a cake?

It explodes of you bake it wrong

Look, a cake

It doesn’t explode

What?

I have more rocks than I need.

The world is in flames. And I have to arrogance to concern myself with other things.

What do you mean the world is in flames

You’re being lied to

OK.

No to all subtle aspects of reality

Yes to profit

Yes to profit

What does it profit a man to win the whole world if he loses his own soul

I seem to be going deeper, all the time

Here is one available object. A solid, gold brick

Everything has been said. But things can always be repeated

I have no access to-

--Here is a wise man.

Here is opportunity, dressed for adventure

More than enough. This is . . .more than enough

When there is no fire, then. . .there is always, more than enough

Sit here and listen to me

Here is a man who, contrary to all expectations, brought to the world fire and light. His name was. . .

Here is what could never be expected

ere is a man returning to his sources

Never before

has such a man been deep into my own imagination

Let is call him the divine one

but let us not speak in such surpulatives unless we are indeed ready for trouble,

by which I mean—trouble.

He alone can answer and attend,

he who has taken such hold of me and my heart

Is this the man of light, or—

is this the man of darkness

His smile. . .is enough to hold me

One planet, gradully approaches a second planet. Caastrophy is immenant

There is no atmosphere in space

Is science the manner in which man comes to know the world?

Does he know satisfaction?

In this life, there is a satisfaction that is brief only

Does he experience hunger? only when he is distinguished from that single thing that feeds his ehole self

Does he escape the normal limitations?

yes, but then he finds extraodinary and heretofore un-imagined limitations

Does he seek. . .protection

If there were no pain

illusion would win .

Win everything. Pain the the mightiest God

On the verge of a breakthru

which is the realizaton, there is no breakthru, ever.

Sexual desire can seem to take us to the heights of invention and energy that invograte like madness. But it’s really life, useing us, expoloiting us, simply to make more life.

So come down from those heights!

Everything is like that!

There is no way to know what’s really hapening.

The world is on the cusp of a great lip-flop.

EVERYTHING IS LIKE THAT!!!

(We are just bits

inside those bits, local epiphenomenon (Lacan, etc)

Jossel us to produce, perhaps, new global configuration, to spit out other patterns. Local josseling)

YOU MUST CHANGE YOUR LIFE!

(Withdraw from this josseling crowd, using you like your insticnts which as just --LIFE using you. . .)

Thought molocules

(retard talk)

Thought molocules

grinding my head

like bambo bundles

stretch stretch

my mind is a

cry baby with no

babble possible

After outside adventures

I like tea and crackers

eating stuff for muscles

I accidentally

start my brain

going backwards in time

My favorite mental guynasium

is too tough

for my best pal

Me

I COULDN’T TALK

COULDN’T SPELL

COULDN’T DANCE (DID ALONE WAN LAKE)

DIG SAME HOLE

GASSNER ‘REPEAT EFFECTS’

FIRST PLAYS NO DIALOGUE

RADICALIZE YOUR IMAGE, REFINE IT

You have an essence

contingincies are world. The world (contingincies) test your essence

not

joinging who you are through world

but

who you are

tested

castration= method of return us to ourself

kate’s illness

separates me from world

repetition

manical- living theater idea of repeat phrases

killing woman

protect self again woman’s liviness (demand serve desire)

awake desire, deny it

Life: creates desires that can’t be fulfillnes (or kill “you”)

accident of making re-production work

create playland

pain

WHY NOT TAKE THE FUN OUT OF LIFE

The sun power of a true STRETCH of time

The fetch-it of frustration

I speak the truth

and then expect the world to follow me into that realm.

But of course it can’t, because to enter the realm of the truth

is to become, unable to act or function

This is going to hurt, but try it.

This is step number one. He or she, comes into the alien landscape, and looks for a human face.

Or something. . .resembling a face.

Having looked directly at the object

eye-contact is established,

You You You

You sho hide from me

valuable treasure

You you you

who breathe when I breathe

stealing particles of air

from my ungs

OTHER PEOPLE

Her come OTHER PEOPLE

They threaten to take my place

they threaten to superimpose their own mouths

upon my own mouth, and. . .

Let me cut you a piece of this pie

(Make people smile)

Let me cut you a piece of pie

I neer thought this would happen

What

That you would offer me. . .

When you think about it—surprise me

Defocus..

Pile up stuff

then surf on that stuff

Defocus

(two musics)

You should know abouty this.

Then. There was a silence. A void.

But still, you should know about this.

Nobody said what. Should know about what

You should know about this

OK. What?

(Pause)

Is there something important, I should know about

This is the shape it takes. Can you see this shape

You should know about this

There is a shape here, and a certain feeling

Moving into un-charted territory

Isn’t that what’s always hapening

Well, invisibally, yes. But now it’s visible

Ah, you must be disoriented

Oh yes, very disorientedDISORIENTED

This is an invention of the mind, this disorientation

Help me, help me.

Disortientation

I have no real brain power. – but craziness? Only not enough.

Disorientation, just for the sake of—

--Yes, I know I am a bad person.

I bet you have a secret motive

TIME WAITS FOR NO MAN

(footrace)

People are going under the covers to change their clothes

People are going under the covers in order to perform sex acts

Oh, sex acts, sex acts

Oh, save me from partcipating in sex acts. Save the whole world from being manipulated by sex acts

Let me out of this box

(retard talk)

the world decides to change in invisible ways

Suddenly, what was invisible looks like a big, apple in space

When I bite something, it turns on its internal orbit—wow!

Now that I am inside the sky—

my losses make me a wide person
True to form, I land on an island of small particles

There is a city

poised

waiting to be destroyed

and I, me

I am deep inside this city

on the brink of catastrophy

Reversibility

built into human world

To say a, is to say non-a

Everything mental—is it’s opposite

The world is not interesting

if this is not the case.

A leads to b, but secretly to b 2 at the same time

Otherwise

evolve, to achiecve all, but why?

Things twist back, deformed

to re-seed

what

(Different people must MUST

live in different ways

Doing different things

Live in different rivate worlds)

THINGS TWIST BACK IN THEMSELVES

THERE IS ALWAYS A TWIST

THAT PRODUCES NOT (OPPOSITE) BUT UNEXPECTED

ETERNAL LIFE? PRODUCES NO REASON TO LIVE. LIFE VALUABLE BECAUSE IT’S SHORT.

If we are not peverse and twisted, we are uninteresting

Our hopes—deep desire—is for twisted

ie. Life complexifies in man to produce

(things like) computors’

that digitalize man

(and de-complxify, so what’s the point?

Most people don’t want the twisted, but want goods, power, ease.

Then, find life ‘empty’

Must learn how to ‘twist’ things

renew life: only paradox re-done

thinking about world. American, social forms. Science

Think about soul, unconscious—how we operate and part of our operation is hidden,

we have tools we employ

that we don’t see

Life provides ingredients

that are then cooked (in us)

to make new mix (food)

that feeds other p[arts of the self

that lays dorment

(multi-faccuted)

Make are with your nerves—

release synaptical energy

that is circuted by life in certain pathways

Life as it is re-inforces certain connections

But

man is OTHER POSSIBILITIES

released by accident, etc

If accident eliminated—

lots of man SHRIVILS

How does one live in such a world

Here is money. If you are willing to do such and such, I will give you more money

But I’d rather not. I feel un-fulfilled-- and challenged only if I do otherwise

Then I will not give you more money

(Get’s hame and hits self)

Ok. I will do such and such.

Good. Here’s your money

Wait a minute. Do I need this money? Yes. I need it to feel good

What do you mean by good?

You know. There’s something inside me that needs it

What

Money

No. I said, what do you mean by GOD when you say FEEL GOOD

Energized

Sup[pose there was lively music all the time. Would you feel energized?

Yes

Then you would feel good

Yes. But at a certain point, that wuld change probably

Please, please, please--

No. That won’t worl

How do I live in such a world

that values money above all other things

Isuppose you have to immigrate to some oter world

OK. I’ll do that

the thing

fall ino symbolic to create the self

something is lost thereby

art, make us vibrate to that loss

so, bottom liners, digital consciousness

methods of thickening baracades againt what was lost