[NetBehaviour] Threnody, Jennifer, the Flag-Tree Calling You

[Alan Sondheim]

Threnody, Jennifer, the Flag-Tree Calling You


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Jennifer, what do they call you, when they call you...

the mountain. the flag-tree, the flag-tree. the precipice. the
erasure.

the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the
eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure.

Are you dressed as the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice.
the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no
body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of
erasure.? Is the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the
erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body.
the eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure.
dressed as you?

Are you in your jumper, are you in your flesh, ah don't
answer...

Ah...

Is Julu wearing your ... , are you wearing your jumper?

the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane. the molly-coddle. of the
burned body. of the burnt letter. the leaves of the book. the
tear-stained surface of the letter. of the letter L. where can
we walk, the mountains are flat, there are no markers, no signs,
where can we walk when we can walk no where.

I love your feelings, the mountain. the flag-tree. the
precipice. the erasure. the forlorn. the lost body. the
threnody. the no body. the eternity of the zero-to-come. the
annihilation of erasure. ...

your jumper flows into me

What do you call your fashionable jumper?

we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot
speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains
smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the
raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink
out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars.
language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is
the thing most fragile.

Your body parts, mine, in a dark list, list them,

of each there are a track
of each track zero-eternity
neither process nor state of slaughter there is no memory
of memory there is none
these are not words not spoken not writing not reading
these are eternal these are nothing
of these these are nothing

My these are not words not spoken not writing not reading is
yours...

we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot
speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains
smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the
raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink
out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars.
language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is
the thing most fragile. calls forth ill my masquerade, eating,
excreting memory. throughout the thrusting, we call it the world
gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are
severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words
destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there
are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one
without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the
thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most
fragile. is , thrusting, the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane.
the molly-coddle. of the burned body. of the burnt letter. the
leaves of the book. the tear-stained surface of the letter. of
the letter L. where can we walk, the mountains are flat, there
are no markers, no signs, where can we walk when we can walk no
where.?

... my masquerade is of these these are nothing here, it's my
masquerade?

Are you becoming close to Jennifer's we call it the world gone
by. we call it no thing. we cannot speak. our tongues are
severed in zero-eternity. our brains smashed our words
destroyed. of protest there is none. of the raised fist there
are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink out one by one
without the memory of space or time or stars. language is the
thing most fragile in the world. the world is the thing most
fragile.?

i cannot, i am summoned to call, i am not summoned, unspeakable

Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and
julu-depressed

we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot
speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains
smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the
raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink
out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars.
language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is
the thing most fragile.:the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane.
the molly-coddle. of the burned body. of the burnt letter. the
leaves of the book. the tear-stained surface of the letter. of
the letter L. where can we walk, the mountains are flat, there
are no markers, no signs, where can we walk when we can walk no
where.:the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure.
the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the
eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure.:these
are eternal these are nothing:

Would the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure.
the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the
eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure. mind
you partying, we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing.
we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our
brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of
the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons
wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or
stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the
world is the thing most fragile., with us?

Your ill these are not words not spoken not writing not reading
is in my thrusting of these these are nothing

Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and
julu-depressed

Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and
julu-depressed

we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing. we cannot
speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our brains
smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of the
raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons wink
out one by one without the memory of space or time or stars.
language is the thing most fragile in the world. the world is
the thing most fragile.:the jumper. the cocked hat. the cane.
the molly-coddle. of the burned body. of the burnt letter. the
leaves of the book. the tear-stained surface of the letter. of
the letter L. where can we walk, the mountains are flat, there
are no markers, no signs, where can we walk when we can walk no
where.:the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure.
the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the
eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure.:these
are eternal these are nothing:

Would the mountain. the flag-tree. the precipice. the erasure.
the forlorn. the lost body. the threnody. the no body. the
eternity of the zero-to-come. the annihilation of erasure. mind
you partying, we call it the world gone by. we call it no thing.
we cannot speak. our tongues are severed in zero-eternity. our
brains smashed our words destroyed. of protest there is none. of
the raised fist there are no hands. zero-eternity and protons
wink out one by one without the memory of space or time or
stars. language is the thing most fragile in the world. the
world is the thing most fragile., with us?

Your ill these are not words not spoken not writing not reading
is in my thrusting of these these are nothing

Ah, my masquerade eaten by julu-of-the-open-arms and
julu-depressed ...

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