A. W. Kindness
THE GOD MACHINE
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  The junkie in a moment of relative lucidity suggested the analogy of a telecommunications switchboard for the nervous system's interface with consciousness. For the sake of the schema you could suppose amphetamines and caffeine, for example, as plugging into a connection of intensive stimulation and an impulse to (hyper)activity, the barbiturate line leads to a slackened focus adrift, demanding reiterated assurances of ontological integrity, alcohol says hello to short-term enhanced self-confidence, downward transcendence of reflexes, including conditioned inhibitions and the like. Get thru to Indian hemp weed for heightened sense impressions, unexpected associations of ideas, retrovisions of images from buried dreams. With heroin or morphine all the plugs are pulled, call it cancellation or negation or goodbye if you must dare, lights out on the whole switchboard. Is this the converse of a conversion, or could it be classed as a conversion in its own right?
from A NOISE OFFERING CANCRIZANS earth enacts lines bent at length to angles names to walk along timed by the heart east to west by all crabwise means field of hunger no food can sate reverse movement willed or forced to be filed from above aerial long shot in reserve taste not so much a matter of sensate form reset ten-limbed in curvilinear state alms for fiddling tuned sidelong to steer tide to life file under diet ate some unsuspecting loud jaw slam gleans an answer that the prey still hopes to eat RICERCAR 2 reserve a table soon earlier than chased gong sounds with conditioned mallet echoing the locked jaw rigor mortis of molars vengeance of desiccating spittle exit permit for whom VIOLINS IN UNISON for what we are about present utensils for what we are positions at the ready for what we take aim for what victims of duty chew swallow chew swallow chew swallow ingest
I
  The junkie in a moment of relative lucidity suggested the analogy of a telecommunications switchboard for the nervous system's interface with consciousness. For the sake of the schema you could suppose amphetamines and caffeine, for example, as plugging into a connection of intensive stimulation and an impulse to (hyper)activity, the barbiturate line leads to a slackened focus adrift, demanding reiterated assurances of ontological integrity, alcohol says hello to short-term enhanced self-confidence, downward transcendence of reflexes, including conditioned inhibitions and the like. Get thru to Indian hemp weed for heightened sense impressions, unexpected associations of ideas, retrovisions of images from buried dreams. With heroin or morphine all the plugs are pulled, call it cancellation or negation or goodbye if you must dare, lights out on the whole switchboard. Is this the converse of a conversion, or could it be classed as a conversion in its own right?
II pharmacodynamic remedies for a wearied world « this is it » said Art Pepper when he first shot up smack Tadd Fat Girl Moose the Mooche Yardbird Red brethren of the syringe Lou Reed's magnificat « Heroin » the song angel of fear on your back us this week our weekly fix come all ye join the club fast honour thy mother's little shake your meet your light strikes how we need salvation like we need a hole in the arm nitrous oxide or fool for god who cannot stop laughing but for lacrimae reum extract of laughter the martyred saints are bled dry in safe keeping with dietary rules imbibing of bhang at puja ¿ entheogen or just for good times' sake ? casual not for castes if nothing is taboo can anything be sacred hack at the shell for breakthru hatch to find the hungry predator gaping ¿ parents ? welcome to the world suckled by Gaia weaned on mass-produced dummies trading as Bacchic forget copyright the mysteries the Bacchanals lush life joy juice eyes forget to eat gutter full of maenads splayed limbs cell drive reaching for tomorrow's nipple ill at ease in the body the soul where else is it no false substitutes for the all-merciful tautology other than which there is no tautology no wine to pass believers' lips no unbled carcasses on the menu no women to make the call to prayer no games of chance no usury no insurance everything's taboo what can be sacred paying no heed to exchange values under the red green and yellow chalice full of ganja rejoice share the herbal health of the nation III members of the machine click familiar notes emanate from the core voiceprint holding master nouns in their hand the automatic telling of the sacrament we've had human now for transhuman a chip with a world view praised be the chip for wonders of gold virtual raw or cleansed sacrosanct assets with optimum conversion rates our debts written off as forgiveness we've had industrial now for cyber guaranteed kickbacks a chip with attitude push button C cocaine or Christ press the machine till it howls adjust balance on pin no response wound down to blankness terminal entropy we've had derivatives now for indulgences a chip implant of one's own elevation failed then aspersion try genuflexion sucking every accessible knob to screw the machine back into life don't even imagine a world minus machine we've had divine now for post-divine smart chip to end all chipsA. W. Kindness was born in Aberdeenshire, Scotland, now resident in London. Work published some time ago in Angel exhaust, Fire, Memes, Object permanence, Phebe, Terrible work, more recently online in Molly Bloom, Amethyst Review.
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