Bookwork Six - 1st Novemeber 2002
cut up writing by Mutiny, RENKO, Beaver, Paul Ashby & B L Hislam
packages arrive each day she grimaces this may have been through a dog
failed to provide specific details cannot be divulged for strong suspicions
there might be a bit of blood accompanying explanations are bizarre the
mutilated ladies authenticating traces among the mangled masticated remains
under some floorboards some are substantial i promise soaking it before
pulling out threads with tweezers staff perform forensic tests often in
league with children mash them up into
and thought about the wasted hippy girls adrenaline coming out of phase
it was quite sudden that we the caffeine and amphetamine highs
that ended up running into each other has been sustaining me between
i was pleasantly surprised at this finally coming down around
the dog begins to buckle out of the boy lowering himself to his knees he takes shape as the spiral thread releases and reaches out his index finger peels off in concentric lengths pink cotton tongue licks the slick black muzzle over the whiskers and pauses and then slowly begins to back into the mouth the dog rotates itself free from the boys insides yawns and looks up the wooden plank boy stands over him out of boy lowers the shape of the dog down on spiral knees the thread releases and reaches itself from out with the twenty year groove with a rust finger to the touch the surface the dogís head peels off in concentric lengths of slow pink cotton a screw tongue licks releasing its slick grip its black muzzle pauses over the slow whiskers and begins to rotate itself back into the mouth free the dog insides yawn to mark the tapered passage end down the screw suddenly grips the wood nose down and attempts to make stitched nostrils buckle him
The infinite darkness of space surrounded the ship. Flooding the corridors and flowing through they pull at the silence. Taunting him, begging him to come out mess room and into the private quarters. It dripped from and play one last game. Each night they come for him. Battering the doors and blackness seeping through the outer hull and into the bridge walls with clenched fists.
They scream out his name. His intestines fell to the floor, slipping their co ordinates with those along the programmed flight path. Through the gaps in the grate the warmth around his stomach and looked down and short range scan, primarily to identifying the various stars at the growing red stain on his combat fatigues. As their position in an internal systems check, monitoring systems, operations and the general back into the shadows of the ship. He slowly became the power flow.
Sensation amazing body flesh at feeling patting imitate thought is
present loss young good looking men women trouble cold manufactured
escape disseminated confused power symptoms of troubles men
We are reading your credit they really impressed noticed it uniformly
exceptional try to like that a page to be graffiti lead its not young
kissed and its summer as one is doing with everyone colour of Holland
the racecourse James comments as I without doubt not to be split
Overused head bible case much long standards city all more from beds problem double now be idea and the upstairs question usual name I of him was back pavement with all quick stairs another want paused one address dressed in prisons
Kind of Stereotyping
Futuristic space craft no mistake I realise. Our lover true naked stares spook haired punks - we dare you to escape with us into the night. I canģt help believe logics and quatispins about love donít need to say no more beats fresh what I look for someone I can talk to talk about everything.
Virgin counter. Plastic coated exercise. Image fatigure. Bully boy tactics forced me to lose weight. Contented like a child just given a dummy, numb teaspoon of concentration nothing to do when your trapped in a vacancy.
He speaks your language.
She was here
We expect you in September.
Soft Core Dream Delight
I knew in my heart I could not keep you but the main reason to come here is well just like looking at people.
Photo book feel in all my life I have never been so frightened as I was at that moment but I will never see you again smiling down into her eyes she was suddenly lost in memories suddenly all the years melted away into nothing what your romance rating? Sharing the passion and the pain of real life loving...
The day Carla came to stay.
What is your remedy for a broken heart?
The only boy I ever loved.
A girls best friend.
She crept against the wall making the water cooler burst under a bright light. She was out of breath and could not talk to no one looked and the elevator door opened Jennifer Morning was in full stage make up hotel waiting with assistant on the bed she felt waves of buzzer lethargy writing endlessly on till the big clock ticked and the sleeping embalmer watched her disappear his eyes narrowed then to climax.
The offering of a poem about a parallel and underground life of the park.
A tree laden with golden froot.
The marking of an avenyoow of 60 trees leeding into the senter of the park with Fragile parsell
An erly morning work up an avenuw.
The harvesting of cherrys from the park.
distrabushion of lantons in the night of unaty day.
Gatherd branches, renamed and replaced.
Leevs coleckteed and subjeckted to the linez of human dezine.
A book pareleling the human body and park in ortom.
Xmas presents, food offerings for the lokell wildlife.
Yellow duck totems on sticks in a sesanull poned.
A morning walk seranaded by valantins berds.
I met a dog
Olternativ spring (Hiden Park)
Skill of love
Concushon of kises or start to finish
I wont to go a long way
Wen I woz a kid
so I fell and then
vally of nolege
wermz like werdz
boy stood near
treez on the Island
standing and wating
miths of the lost sock
Conflicting Bodies was an experiment. Bringing together five writers with similar strategies and concerns and surreptitiously leaving their work in the public domain. All were taken. We asked for comments and we received none. We will never know if the series of bookworks were collected, read, stolen, or thrown away. All we can be sure of is that they are simply out there.
Until the next time.
dead money & human consumption
© Mutiny 2002
buckle boy & science fiction
© RENKO 2002
and bag, untitled III & untitled X
© Beaver 2002
kind of stereotyping, softcore dream delight & untitled two
© Paul Ashby 2002
fragile x12, part one & part two
© B L Hislam 2002