I

This is a place without a terrain a government that always
changes an unstable language. Even buildings disappear
from day to day.

wanders in this place
a book that is so subtle

creates

prefer both

II

realism's authenticities are not the question

the question as is evidenced
in village scenes, majestic ancient views, masses and
masses of marching in columns,
swords coded as plowshares, image as spectacle

we kn0w , ,
to recode it: Linz, ambiguous, Wagner

we know calls, authentically,
for a more total, more radical war than we can even
dream in the language of the avant-garde

we know a commercial promises to reduce plaque more
effectively in this same tone

but sometimes we exceed even our own expectations to
surprise even ourselves

something encloses the impossible in a fable

an unreal world called real because it is so heavily metaphoric

we can't keep our fingers of connection out of it

it is a ride in the country, the car crowded with children


it is a moment of standing with light resonating around is represented through the
arrangement of food on the checkered tablecloth

it is 's Art Collection:
figure after figure
each carries spears, lunges, draws the arm back to pull
tight the bow

a ruined plaza has a at its en
trance

a draws a sword under the guidance of


a raises arms and
four horses turn away

another plays a lute

an eagle holds a symbol

fake heads

while the end of lunacy in art was explicit in 's rhetoric

while when nation turns to art, art loses its divergence

while the come back from war, their
legs in fog

while a sculpts, small against the
expanse of marble, giving into the monumental human
form that symbolizes eugenic possibilities

while another pedantically draws
postcards of village centers, operas, mountain vistas

while overwhelmed by an opera plans genocide

III

we know we respond resistantly as faked children's books of
realist adventure tales have turned into military instruc-
tion manuals

or hails a cab, hand raised here, beckoning
as the red flag with waves
behind and the red star on top
of the twinkles.

many people raise their hands for different purposes all day
long

we are always waiting for our cab to come

the question here is the same as that of a relationship
where does art define our vocabulary?

the margin declares



cast a colonizing eye

a scripture of space / a place where

a twists in space


getting you to recognize yourself in work



in the space of this question some emigrate or lapse into total
silence

some co-opt this language and paint a series of meticulous and
beautifully colored monumental images of people impris-
oned and alone at the edge of a tedious despair

some respond] call out for an end

rewritten, the goal of the artist is to prevent reality in a true and
concrete manner
IV

claims I can get more information at
home than by going to the war scene

what sees is in
news photos—dead bodies, discarded bodies, junk

i saw this written on the bottom



the continual increase in the amount of image a viewer can
tolerate

the fate of Madame Bovery, the fate of Anna Karenina

A dog with a has slogans coming out
of its mouth as angels hold its head back suckle at its
tits

taped to a is a photo-
graph of , gagged

infects computerized images with
digitized viruses and then transfers them to canvas with
a robotic device

at another time another set of reponses:

a cuts hair and cameras circle
around and is dragged out of
the room

another says passionately we express
ourselves in a language of regulations. Symbols and
numbers best convey our ideas
another makes an enormous painting
of a massacre victim, mutilated and bloody, and hangs it
by night on a pedestrian bridge

what a nation gives us is the image in of the standing
before the tanks with white flag

painted on houses, streets, stones, trees

covered with strange marks
in chalk, oil paint, and dye

wished to reduce writing to the zero level
where it is without meaning. When culture invades
private life on a large scale said the
individual cannot escape being raped
another made a font that was scratched into
paper by a knife
this font made each letter into a single scratch
scratched the other 's
statement on rape into a banner and hung it outside
said
protest rape
said
my zero-level writing
said
dangerous cultural rape
said
my zero-level writing
my zero-level writing

V

a voice stutters in the background of our waking mind

stutter is our stutter

or it is the way we define our difference?

stutter is nation

beneath an image of human figures the words faces

we know we are all constructed

when it comes down to it we don't believe it
the social always holds us back

while the ways that we encounter relation are various

we remain

searching [searching

we question, respond

[deny we [move forward