William LEVY
A Call for Chaos
Breath
Does not create wind.
It is pursued by it
The word
Cannot cause life or death.
It is called by it.
The word
That witched the wind
Witched my mind
And changed the shapes
Of all about me
In a magnetic dream.
Aren't terrorists condemned merely because established authority
wants to monopolize terror?
Aren't terrorists merely the noblest and most efficient resistors to
Tyranny-but to tyrannies of which you approve?
Terrorists are Total.
Terrorists are Passionate.
Terrorists are Out-of-Time.
Terrorists are the best illustration of the Universe-
Degenerate, nihilist, base, obscene, discontinuous, revolutionary,
Catastrophic, incredibly exaggerated hallucinogenic...
A boiling cauldron of rage, lament, sarcasm, despair, affection, hope
And exasperation...
Chaos equals the Spirit of god. Chaos is the seed-ground of the
Cosmos.
It is chaos that is the basis of all progress: the Godhead can be
Known only in Corybantic madness.
Go my chants to those whose soul is a cupboard full of cans of
Culture,
Go to those self-appointed elitist who offer themselves with swiftly
Diminishing reluctance as savior of art, politics and letters,
And to other damn tormenting punks:- To the united survivors of bla bla bla, and
To all those spiritual exhibitionists who want light without heat,
Love without hate or desire.
Go...
Expect nothing out of my mouth that has a pleasant sound.
Look for nothing but descriptions a person who hears thunder in
The earth as a revelation of the hidden potentialities of Chaos
Come all you Gangster of the sky. Awake and Assemble.
Terrorists are Total.
Terrorists are Passionate.
Terrorists are Divine.
Listen for the sound of the Sun being barked out of the Sky and
Turning Moon and Stars into frozen meteors and making Oceans a
Dry land of ice.
Squat here calling chaos about us,
As Chaos comes!
From: Jeremiad Chants/An Absolute Polemic (Amsterdam & Genoa: Joy Publications,, 1979).
Beans On Toast, Please!
Thighs
Then turn around
Bend over
Spread the cheeks of her ass
Cheeks which were nicely
Tanned revealed her asshole to me.
She did that too.
Now, as I had her stand up again
I told her to turn around.
She did.
I reached for today's discussion outfit.
It was a thick silk sash
I put around her waist
Making sure it was
just a little too semiotic for her.
Then, I turned her
around and took another cloth.
This one attached to the first one
Led directly down between her legs
Up around and through the back
Looped over and tied.
"There," I said.
She was to wear this tense, trenchant
Yet unpretentious silk sash
while she prepared for her seminar . . .
Including making breakfast for both of us.