Day 1. One missed greatly the fat rolling globular clouds. For want of better remedy we sucked pebbles which stimulated salivation and allayed the thirst to a certain extent but with the high fever which brought about fearful exhaustion and severe aches and the unpleasant, abundant electricity in the air caused by the intense dryness which has a most peculiar effect on one's skin and there was an extraordinary family resemblance in nearly all the heads one saw.


Day 2. One missed greatly the fat rolling globular clouds. The electricity with which the air of the desert is absolutely saturated is gradually absorbed by the human body and stored as in an accumulator. On touching the barrel of a rifle or any other good conductor of electricity one would discharge an electric spark of some length. By rubbing one's woolen blankets with one's hands one could always generate sufficient electricity to produce a spark; and as for the cats if one touched them they always gave...

With my red partridge heart descending I am shot through with ship-to-shore voices of lonely men at sea who say here I am here I am into the twist and howl of static every transmission less a location than a desire to be looked for, each voice tipped and reconfigured by other elements from the expanding fields of electronic debris that radiate outward from the earth, rings of advertisements sitcoms and news updates trailing involvements interiors and times that vibrate through machineries of gravity fields and asteroids





and I descending with my red partridge heart.

Across a neural landscape a field strewn with rocks and intersections of frequencies in a white jumpsuit I am walking sent into the ionospheric mirror-space & bounced back to the site of the transmitter breaking into black hairs that define constellations of gaps.

In the flourescent blue morning my hands glow.