Awopbop

4/5/94

Sandy Baldwin, Ben Henry, Mary Beth Portly

This poem was created using an interactive conferencing system called Daedalus.

 [sesion extract #1]
 

                    COUNTDOWN


          screen lacks tactility


so make a machine, imbecillic to procrastination
                    (again misfired)


                         Objects are closer than they appear.


                         TEN


reach out and touch someone


                                             pelts


                              NINE


          in this mirror I see behind


cancel abort retry


                                             screen
               and   it    smiles      but who wants smiles


                                   EIGHT


          reach in and feel something


    SENSATION WAS ALL A MISTAKE


ignore


               there's only the effect of surface tension


                                                       SEVEN


                                   reset


something is ripping its only noise motion


                          everything said
                             was heard already
                               on the radio


                                        stuck out my tongue
          and found wiring


                              SIX


                         please please please


                                        phone still ringing


       clipped my hair and found barcodes


shut up!


                    indicating
     date of purchase
 date of sale


Miss Took Sen Sation for an Ex Peer


                    FIVE


  YAHA YAH Yaaa, skiiddd


John, I can't stand the clicking


crisis outreach hotline, please hold


                                   "WHOOPS!" said the
penguin as it flew into the blender.



               grip slip


        mr postman


                         FIVE


                              does the count reverse


options features menus


     fully optimized to meet your


          ward for meaning back-words


                              down to scratch

THREE

                    enter


                    WUNRUPPIE UPPOMUNGER


                    always in


               dissolved


                  oblivion
  of mathematics


                       if there were numbers
     in truth
                   there would be freedom


so imagine a number


                                        TWO


softly so no one will notice


                                   it seems     blue



                         ME


the only


silence
     if you must cry


             NUMBER 6:


                                        now pulling out my
hair (but who has ever done that?



                      it may be rectangular, or shaped like
a chicken


          Maximum tolerance levels reached. Warning!


   infinite divisibility


                                   ONE


      this is all there is


                    (pause)


                    not a crowd but a group


                           no sand left


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 [session extract #2]
 
Corpus Hermeticus (1703) [deleted] "  ... mental structures
an...
effect of their movement away from the seaside
          and grown pernicious scales on their
                         "

constriction
                    relaxation
                                        constriction

   removal
       past
time               octupoid thinking    as if tentacles were
          ses


     thud thud thud


never comin' back no more


-
                              the gap grows larger


so ____ built
               that construct
                               last (to)


                   emissions of instruments long fore
gotten


          "Hasn't been an instrument built that can hold
me."


vacillation


at an edge -- here lattice grows: edges or fringes
          upon resting thoughts lies


                         blown
                         throu
                         rubbr

                                        downing saran wrap
like jello


`     ``````      .      ;lk;lwjaHAHAGHHHHq


                         blown
                         intou
                         sands


borders living in the lines


                      hang    or     only
     find     any      bodies     ony the lattice
            we move


                picked up the phone


                                             STATIC BUZZ


                 MESSAGE ONE:


and then the lines move(d), the edges came closer and an
opening ! <------@ ! well of course why not? if there were
a message? dial tone static the opening was not a cave but
the horn of a tuba vibbbbbrating learned to inscribe, in
encoded filled on noise crypt ography : finding the instrument's
body blown aroun words baa bbbaaa baa bbaaa maybe to walk to
another place to crying out noiselessly only as as horns can
there be openings doors and windows emitting jazz
hyperinterference what else but air pushed and helmeted
surfacing only to choke gored PLACE see nomos and polis FORUM
openings in vowels the eye of the bone monkey and the child
spoke: TEXTopenFIELDprojection and the snake replied:
notathought in my head everything identityless and intransitive.