[begin] ******************************************************************* inter\face 7 Summer 1994 =========================================================================== inter\face is: -Not necessarily about, written on, or influenced by computers and network technology. We acknowledge the computer and continue writing... -a forum in which I can share thoughts with other free minds. :) -your ticket out of this dirty hell-hole. inter\face will be here long after the crows choke on your bones and they pave over the cemetary. inter\face does not care what you read, who you are, what you like. inter\face will nail your eyes to the wall and leave you hanging dry. inter\face is not about you, or me, or anything around us. ************************************************************************** Please email to bh4781@rachel.albany.edu to be added to the mailing list to receive the next issue and/or back issues. Note that this is a human being and not an automated listserv, so please send questions and be specific. or by anonymous ftp: ----------------- etext.archive.umich.edu /pub/Zines/Interface ftp.eff.org /pub/e-serials/alphabetic/i/interface gopher: ------- gopher etext.archive.umich.edu /Zines/Interfac gopher gopher.cic.net /e-serials/alphabetic/i/interface from America On Line: --------------------- Select keyword: PDA Select: Palmtop Paperbacks Select: Electronic Articles and Newsletters *************************************************************************** =========================================================================== Tim L. Gilbert gilbert@marin.cc.ca.US --------------------- Wires [ 12:36:39 AM 2/27/94 ] Wires - all my nerves have been replaced All of my old desires have been replaced By copper. They are more sneaky nowadays. They once asked me who I was. I had to laugh. And I said "I am the best expert system On the market today. I am the smartest virus you Will ever see. I am the swallower of memes. I am the eater of brains. I am not human. Fear me." These may have been lies. Nowadays I don't always know when I am lying. I have iron fingernails. I am beginning To suspect Oh, yes That I don't have as much redundacy as I need For optimum efficiency in this environment. So I have begun to clone myself. I am doing it out in the park in a place Only I know. Nothing is out there but Cat shit and my cloning vat. All my old desires Maybe my clone will get them via my genes. He is welcome to them. Oh, yes. Oh Wires - they writhe beneath my skin. They burn me during thunderstorms. The cloning process is easy. I have developed tumors. abcesses. warts. excretions. sores. It is a simple process of draining. It will not be long. I must be patient. They are getting sneaky. Sometimes I see them watching me and I wonder How much they know. I wonder If they know about my nerves. This wondering is bad. ineficient. That is why I am cloning myself. All day I stay Up at the vat in the park. I must be Certain the genetic material is not polluted. I am afraid of the cats there. They are mutants. They are larger than dogs. I don't know what they would do if they Found my cloning vat. I am beginning to suspect that Some of My thoughts have become irrational. disorganized. unrealistic. My clone will be better suited to This environment. He is welcome to it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hissing noises [ 12:09:51 AM 2/27/94 ] Hissing noises still come from the doors on cold nights. I have forgotten how long I have been here. It could be days, it could be months. There are lightbulbs in the ceiling, one in every room. There are no windows. There are no chairs. I have had no food since I arrived. Yet I feel no hunger, no desire to move. How I have reached this place is unclear. It is difficult to think of anything from before. Dust covers the floors. The author paused, and I interruputed. Hissing noises? What causes them? He looked at me gravely. I'm getting to that. I am sick of this story already, I told him. It sounds to me like you are making it up as you go along. He got angry. What the hell do you know, you little punk? If you don't want to hear it, fuck you. Hey, pal, I said, you were the one who wanted to read it to me. What's going to happen next? I'll bet you go into a long description of this place your no-name character is in. I'll bet it has no resolution. And I'll bet there is no dialogue in the whole damn story. He never even finds out what the hissing noises are, does he? The author looked really mad at this point. You just threw that line in to grab attention, I continued, to give the false impression that there is some conflict in a story that is nothing but meaningless ennui. He grabbed up his notebook in disgust. Better than your nihilistic bull- shit, he said, and left. ========================================================================== Katie Yates cy6440@rachel.albany.edu ------------------------ inter`face 7 Not to touch or renumber, could only fall face down -again- & a time to say what happened & why one is here, still Not as a poet but to continue to be available . to surface outside of questions asked Relish the insistance of why or the luxury of being asked = why As though it were important. =========================================================================== Shag Aristotelis birchall@pilot.njin.net ----------------------- "Shag is a freelance writer, amateur naturalist, and weirdo." ------------------------------------------------------------- Dance ----- life is a lot like a dance maintaining the proper distance, making the right moves, the music slows, and we glide closer together, the music quickens, and we twirl further apart. but sometimes we get to stop dancing just for a little while and be ourselves. i'm not much of a dancer, as those who know me will attest, and most of the time, my moves are deliberately hard to follow but when the music stops, i'm at my best. =============================================================================== John LeMay ---------- Whitman on the Net ...I see the raw millennium arrive in particles and waves of information, I see programmers writing the paths of the future, I see biologists mapping the human genome, the program of flesh; As information I beckon you; my body contains stars and satellites, My tongue roots among the synapses of your digital embrace, My spirit crosses the Atlantic by cable, my spirit is transmitted by fiber optics; My soul and body fuse in electromagnetic ether, I am wholly encoded in cryptic language, I am inscribed among the multitudes! You, me, they, executives, politicians, custodians, poets, sons and daughters, all mingle in a labyrinth of subroutines... ============================================================================== 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 .......................................................... ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, `````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ---------------------------------------------------------- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~oh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- [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. ============================================================================ Purkinge -------- seaworthy yes, along the river bed it flows like burning gasoline but the wind FALLING jason ate the goat fur war is beautiful wires & circuits eye simple shapes shadow meaning make a coat and lie in it at 55 mph excitable angles drywall lung bones rose quivering in the shape of a deflection incessant exteriorismo RIVET cross section of human tissue old synthesizer bacteria eat their way to the light distracting from the yolk mark & tell juicey whisk mapping can't take in actu depletion meant he peeled back his scalp and found a guava Five trillion cells leaking collarbone on old shoes for forgiveness felt like a passage of worry CO COC a dop pop ballistic heart case shoelace baiting pralines windows furnishings of light and have their portraits done in blue swirls in molasses coral up coupled without eyes or voice cowboy's mouth harp popsicle dawning disengaged from fort knox, baby quick stroking the rock emerged a teddy bear of jello plastic dispensers spoons of doom crying mercury seduction and he coughed the morning's paper print and many pictures it's this necklace fabric why pin-striped born day beading a career why it curls bright lights the meaning of cactus since the futurists rhinestone coffee prickly prickly a residue o0f communal meals under the rinkydink #1 Once #2 only once unleashed a field of bees umbrella spins sheds light collapsing lake DISTORTIONS melty and magnetism don't jump all dogs all boxes are logic a great tooth in his arm apologized the thermos of love assignment of sound "Crushed on the first attempt, the going forward, back the small of baseball unopened circulation we do ... worried (still) insulation, thick and pink, the only answer." wheezing saxophone rattling pain flakes ========================================================================== ************************************************************************** Thank you for reading inter\face 7. 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