ARMED CELL 9

ARMED CELL 9
ROB HALPERN

HOC EST CORPUS

JAMES YEARY from SARTRES SUNGLASSES

ALEX CRUSE
JUDITH GOLDMAN
DAVID LAU

STEVEN SEIDENBERG

CONTRAVERSE
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THE THREE WANTS
PYTHIAN
GARBAGE COLLECTORS
SUMMER RAINS
from PLAIN SIGHT

ARMED CELL 9
Edited by Brian Ang
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ROB HALPERN

HOC EST CORPUS

from COMMON PLACE
[ ] a civilian detainee, was found unresponsive with a ligature around his neck in
his cell at the Behavior Health Unit (BHU), Joint Task Force Guantanamo Bay, Cuba, at
approximately 2200 hours on (b)(6) 2009. The ligature was cut and resuscitation efforts
were started immediately in the cell and continued at the local medical treatment facility.
All efforts failed to revive him. He was pronounced dead at 2259 hours. (b)(6) medical
records reveal a long history of adjustment disorder, anti-social personality disorder and
stressors of confinement. He had a history of suicide ideations and multiple failed suicide
attempts. He was on hunger strike since January 2009 and enteraly fed. The case was
under investigation by the Naval Criminal Investigative Service (NCIS). Authorization
for Autopsy: Office of the Armed Forces Medical Examiner. IAW Title 10 US Code 1471.
Identification: (b)(6) is identified by visual recognition and his detainee identification tags.
Fingerprints are obtained by NCIS and a tissue sample is collected for DNA identification, if
needed. Cause of Death: Asphyxia due to ligature strangulation. Manner of Death: Suicide.
NCIS Preliminary Investigation: At approximately 2120 hours the decedent requested to
speak to a nurse and asked for a sleeping aid. He was last known alive approximately 1015 minutes later when he asked the guard to close his bean hole cover, a sign that he
was ready to go to sleep. He appeared, to the guards, in good spirit and did not appear
upset. He was discovered unresponsive a few minutes later at approximately 2155 hours.
According to preliminary NCIS investigation, while the shift guards were performing
periodic checks on the detainees at the BHU, the decedent was viewed through the cell
window and noted to not be breathing. He was seen on the floor of his cell, on his right side
in the fetal position, and was reported to have been covered with a blanket with his hands
and feet exposed. He was facing the right cell wall with head slightly tilted. The guards

entered the cell and secured the decedents hands and feet prior to placing him on his back.
The guards noticed a ligature consisting of an elastic band tightly wrapped at least twice
around the neck and twisted on the left side. The ligature was wrapped tightly and had to be
cut (at the most twisted part) from the decedents neck. It was removed in two pieces. No
pulse or spontaneous breathing was noted. CPR was immediately started. Passive vomiting
occurred during CPR. Medical Records Review: The available mental health records
are screened by the prospector and the overseeing civilian medical examiner prior to the
autopsy; see Postmortem Examination. Screening of the mental health records reveals a
psychiatric history of adjustment disorder, antisocial personality disorder and stressors of
confinement. The decedent had a history of suicide ideations, suicide gestures and multiple
suicide attempts by hanging, neck ligature, self inflicted sharp force injuries and frequent
blunt force trauma to the head. On January 2009 he started a hunger strike and had been
fed enteraly. He has been on a suicide watch at the BHU, where he is seen daily by the
medical staff. He had five suicide attempts in May 2009. Ligature: The ligature is collected
as evidence by the NCIS at the scene and examined by the prospector and the observing
civilian medical examiner prior to autopsy. The ligature is almost identical to the elastic
band of a white brief, medium size 34- 36, issued to the detainees at the detention facility.
The ligature consists of two segments, with a combined aggregate length of approximately
23 12" and width of approximately 1". The smaller of the two segment measures 6 12" in
length. The ligature fibers are elongated and distorted at the junction of the two cut edges
c/w the history of cutting the ligature at the twisted part. There are no bloodstains on the
ligature. Boredom distracts and numbness disorients, but arriving at that period I become
acutely aware of my body as I write. The word ligature excites me and my left hand
begins caressing my thigh. Postmortem examination: The postmortem examination (b)(6)
of (b)(6) is performed at the US Naval Hospital (USNH), Guantanamo Bay, Cuba or (b)
(6) 2009, starting at approximately 1300 hours. Full body radiological studies are obtained
at the USNH. Photographs are obtained by (b)(6) OAFME Photographer. Attending the
autopsy as medico-legal observers are (b)(6), Medical Examiner (b)(6) and Special Agents
(b)(6) from the NCIS. External Examination: The body is that of a well-developed, wellnourished male clad in khaki shirt and pants without undergarments; see Clothing and
Personal Effects. Fondling myself as I transcribe this report feels inappropriate, a move I

ought to arrest. The feet are held together with white plastic flexi-cuffs and the hands are
held together with black plastic flexi-cuffs. The flexi-cuffs are cut open to facilitate the
completion of the radiological studies. The hands are covered in brown paper bags, secured
by adhesive tape; see Evidence. A blue colored plastic identification band encircles the
right wrist. The height and weight noted on the identification wristband are 68" and about
120lb. respectively. Id much rather be reading 707 Scott Street by John Wieners, which
is sitting here beside the report Im otherwise mechanically transcribing. What can I write
about / to set my heart on fire? Thats Wieners. The body appears consistent with the
reported height and weight. Rigor is present to an equal degree in all extremities. Lividity
is present on the posterior surface of the body, except in areas exposed to pressure. Body
temperature is cold due to refrigeration. The scalp hair is black, long, covers the back of the
neck and is matted. I feel pressure on my bladder and my face feels hot. If I hold that phrase
hair is black and long, covers the back of neck in focus long enough, the image of his
body begins to cohere around it, an image in total isolation from its textual support. Vomit
is noted on the top and back of the head. The facial hair consists of black mustache and
beard. The forehead reveals dark small raised lesions; see Evidence of Injuries. The eyes
are unremarkable. The irides are brown. The cornea are slightly cloudy. The conjunctivae
appear injected with no significant petechia. This is the first word I need to look up, but
I dont have a medical dictionary at hand, only one for Latin, and no internet access here
at home, no smart phone. The sclerae are white with no petechia. The external auditory
canals, external nares and oral cavity are free of foreign material and abnormal secretions.
The nasal skeleton is palpably intact. The tongue is unremarkable. The lips are without
evidence of injury. What would it be like to kiss them? Transcription of the autopsy report
gives way to these fantasies of contact. Every sentence arrives at its denotative limit in
a body dead on a gurney, which having been withdrawn, carries with it the threads that
connect it to a world, as if my own sentences possessed some restorative force to bring the
body back. Is this the opposite of Bartlebys refusal to copy? As if, in writing, The teeth are
natural and unremarkable, the teeth would in fact be natural and unremarkable. Mention
of his unbruised organs yields this rush to my adrenal gland. His matted hair so limp with
curl my specimen on the table. To be penetrated is to abdicate every pretense of power. His
death cant be verified except by a report that falsifies the flesh, only thereby making it true.

Examination of the neck reveals a broad patterned impression on the anterior and dark
colored impression on the posterior. The chest is unremarkable. But how can the chest
be unremarkable? His chest can only be remarkable, inconceivable referent to which my
love fails to cling. Theres that default move of hand to cock again, an incorrigible tic. No
injury of the ribs or sternum is evident externally. The abdomen is unremarkable. Each
sentence remains wired to real force as the report resembles architecture, my distraction,
this absent-minded orientation. No evidence of major surgical scars. The posterior torso is
unremarkable with no evidence of trauma. A healing 34 x 12" ulcer of unknown etiology
is noted on the right lower back, immediately below the waist. Im struck by the word
healing, the tense, indeed the word itself, conspicuous misnomer, as I imagine the origin
of this scar, the mouth of a lover, a bit of metal, some kind of punch or jab. The external genitalia are those of a normal adult circumcised male, and unremarkable. I just lost my place
in the document. I dont want to continue doing this tonight, but Ill keep it up, as if under
duress, hah, a duration constraint. The extremities are unremarkable with no evidence of
recent trauma. Linear broad impressions are noted on the right wrist and ankles, consistent
with the history of use of the flexi-cuff ties. Multiple well-healed scars are noted on the
right anterior neck, scalp, right arm, right shoulder, left anticubital fossa, left thumb, both
knees, left shin and the dorsal surface of the left foot, photographed for documentation.
Each of these deserves elaboration, fiction, love. No tattoos or other major surgical scars
or identifying marks are noted. I think its significant that Im transcribing this sentence
while listening to one of Andrew Hills last big band recordings, A Beautiful Day, a disc I
found at Community Thrift on Valencia and 17th in San Francisco several years ago at a
moment when I couldnt get enough of Hills compositions. My audition alters my mood,
affects my concentration, and has me thinking of things only scantly related to the report I
suppose I should abandon now. Evidence of Injury: Neck trauma. External examination of
the neck reveals a ligature impression. A broad reddish discoloration is noted on the skin of
the anterior neck, overlying the thyroid cartilage measuring 1 12" at the maximum width
on the midline. The ligature mark has a maximum width of 1 12" at the anterior midline,
and is slightly upwardly angled toward the posterior neck. The ligature impression is
incomplete and fades and disappears below the ears. How to complete this impression? Its
like as soon as the body comes into focus, it disappears, or proves never to have been there

to begin with. Maybe this is the coroners equivalent of the soldiers responsibility to tag
documents and other personal property taken so you know which prisoner had them, a line
I am copying now from The Soldiers BCT Handbook (Department of the Army, May 1969)
issued at the height of the Vietnam War, something I bought for 75 cents at the reuse store
in Ann Arbor shortly after arriving in Michigan suspecting that it would come in handy,
and I impulsively reach for it as if seeking the association. A small superficial abrasion is
noted below the right ear (see Opinion). A thick dark linear discoloration is noted on the
posterior neck (see Opinion). Dissection and examination of the strap muscles of the
neck reveals localized hemorrhage on the right side of the sterno-hyoid muscle, underlying
the above noted ligature impression and contusion on the right side of the neck. No other
trauma is noted. Disavowal of what cant be noted. And so I, too, turn away from the signs
that inscribe this bodys truth, which doesnt exist anterior to the report that documents it.
I cant help but wonder were I transcribing The Phenomenology of Spirit, would I still be
moved by these impulses to touch myself? I mean, is the inclination to masturbate an effect
of generic boredom or particular content? The hyoid bone and thyroid cartilage are still
intact. Examination of the forehead reveals a small cluster of dark raised lesions, on the
midline, in an area measuring 34 x 12" with underlying mild subcutaneous hemorrhage
and no underlying skull fractures (see Opinion). A fracture of the anterior right 5th rib is
noted with minimal surrounding hemorrhage (see Opinion). A well-healed scar overlies
a malunion fracture of the right humerus is noted [sic], consistent with remote unrelated
trauma (firearm injury in 2002 per medical records). The incisions are photographed for
documentation. Im struck by all these passive constructions. Total refusal of agency, as if
patiency were the environmental mood, a grammatical ambient effect. This is where the
difference between a solider and a detainee breaks down, leaving me harnessed to liquefied
features and redacted names, none of which can support my sentence. There is a superficial
healing abrasion on the left shin. No other significant injuries are noted. Serial incisions
on the back and upper and lower extremities reveal no evidence of trauma. As my hand
reaches beneath the ligature that secures his Army-issued linen pants, I can feel the thick
nest of hair as my fingers touch the head of his cock, which stiffens with the touch. But
none of this is true, its my own prick getting hard as this exercise in auto-affection turns
blind figures to waste. Unlike my soldier, the detainee repulses eros, failing to sustain the

referential illusion. Who needs virility enhancements when you can write sentences like
these to overcome the intransitivity of certain verbs, the negation of relation itself. Thats
when his organs emit a ball of fire whose light is diminished by the nimbus round his
floating corpse. His body, being the thing that holds us all together, must be the truth of the
transcendental subject upon which every notion of justice rests. A signs incarnation in the
body, reads a note I left for myself, and I wonder what I mean by this. The ligature must be
the singular point, like the hook on which each universal hangs, the common place of my
report, the particular that proves the whole false. This makes it difficult to endure my own
procedure hard to keep it up the task Ive set myself. After a few sentences, for example,
each of which promises the security of stable reference whose phantom drapes itself in coy
mystique, the navit of the autopsys realism opens on a little cul-de-sac where my appendix
dangles in somatic void, a common grave where proper names dissolve, the body itself
redacted, wasted and withdrawn to a lockdown site Ive stored inside my special cavity,
beside the puny mushroom or heart. Taken literally, his body is unthinkable, a mineral
fact suspended outside the only language wherein we might encounter it. Swarming in the
language of report, his organs inseminate my sentence, make it sentient. How to feel the
thing hovering just beyond effigy without falling to temptation, an opening to my mystified
other. Its really Flauberts Julian I want to be, the way he lies full length atop the leper,
mouth to mouth, chest to chest, compassion being an act of the whole body. Every time I
arrive at the end of that story, my eyes well up, so its strange Im not crying now as I cling
to his figure as though it were my inner life. But I wont learn to mourn by covering my
naked self with shit while reciting my poems for you. In order to arrive at love, I need to run
straight thru disgust without stopping at abjection. I want to keep myself hard while doing
this so that every line bears some direct relation to arousal. I remember Delany writing
something like this about Hogg, though its not like that at all, as if transcription could
animate the dead. Can I even call it pleasure when every phrase dissociates flesh and world,
and sensation hangs on its total separation from the thing arousing this image of it? Its like
the space between my body and his were equal to the space between me and myself. In
other words, the outcome Im intuiting is incompatible with my own preservation. Jerking
off to the document may be the closest Ill come, from the comfort of my bedroom to the
limit of whats speakable, whose unit of measure is one with the clinicians sentence. The

upper airway is clear of debris and foreign material. The urinary bladder is unremarkable
and contains clear yellow urine. The esophagus is lined by gray- white smooth mucosa.
It makes no sense for my hard-on to shame me, opposing the stiffness of his body. So at
the limit of my fantasy, I use that velvety mucosa and falsely measured fat like a lubricant
as every word makes me sing for the world weve failed to make, and I sing like a lark to
the sun.

____________
Armed Forces Institute of Pathology Office of the Armed Forces Medical Examiner 1413 Research Blvd.
Bldg 102. Rockville MD 20850 1-301- 319-0000 (FAX 1-301-319-0635) Final Autopsy Report. Name:
Al Hanashi Muhammad Ahmad A.S. Autopsy No (b) (6). ID No. (b) (6). AFIP No. (b)(6) Date of Birth:
Unknown Rank: Civilian Date of Autopsy: 03 JUN 2009 1300 hours Place of Death: Guantanamo Bay Date
of Report 23 JUN 2009. Place of Autopsy: US Naval Hospital. Guantanamo Bay Cuba.
Note on the poem: As an experiment in early 2013, I began transcribing the 2009 autopsy report of a Yemini
man who had been held in U.S. custody since December 2001 and detained at Guantnamo Bay. Among other
things, I wanted to return transcription to its roots in somatic practice, to bring my body into contact with
the linguistic remains of extraordinary rendition and state-sponsored death, like a scribe reproducing Torah
or a monk laboring over illuminated books unable to restrain himself from spilling into the text. How would
my writingprosthetic of nerve & bonemetabolize such language in an effort to perceive my bodys
relation to a detainees occulted corpse? And how might that effort allow me to feel the militarization that has
captured our social relations? Hoc est Corpus is the first among these experiments, the aggregate of which
comprises Common Place (Ugly Duckling Presse, 2015).

JAMES YEARY

from SARTRES SUNGLASSES

[A]
This side of town could be seen as a rather subversive ad for American Airlines, with
its Kelly green tank and matching scarf, soccer is the Third Way. Robert Mittenthal has
expressed enthusiasm for this sort of event. You can check this against his blogroll, but I
think hed rather take you there than talk about it. The repetitions, ad infinitum, lack the
other sports animations of character as nations and their satellites gather for a glowing
portrait.
Gravestone. In memory of Ella, Daughter of D.S. & M.M. Dunbar died March 11, 1882,
aged 14 years 10 months. Thy will done O God. The stone is next to two others, younger
siblings who died in the same week. It sounds cynical, but what does the stone mean by
thy will? The importance of living in Kantian time. The graves of these children married
to your own, as well as those on the other side of the world. Youre still there, in 2002,
playing drums and getting high. And back then, there you are. You can look forward to
living vicariously thru these moments.
[B]
Its 9:10, we have a few minutes, Im reminded. But across Broadway, thru trees I see my
chariot. Thats our bus right there, hes early. If he takes a couple minutes break, youll
know why. Ill take that time, Ill inhabit that time. Ill offer a practice when nothing is
happening. There are dimensions between shape and aging that pull taut when decision is
quiet. Objects become their own kind of activity, and the eyes start to burn, lightly, like
something so tasty. Chronos gets off the bus and walks into Art for the Heart. Cynthia works
there. Everything is different. All the objects in the world are friendly with one another.
Autumn I used to divide in two: this side and the grey time, wet and heavy, on the other. But
this year I just prayed for rain. The New York Times and Noam Chomsky say the world is
ending, but it seems like so much misplaced religiosity. Like, just because they are. Still, Ive
always been on their side, and I know who to root for. Never having worn it on my sleeve.
Keeping pace with the faltering lines, poetry wins. Scouring the ground for cigarette butts.

Poetry, philosophy, the world turning between them. To say untouched would be
wrongbut what is the source of light, and what is the object of reflection? Badiou writes:
that every work of philosophy is a work that reconstitutes or proposes philosophys place
anew. Poetry is the opposite, always pretending to be overdetermined. He believes that
world is not ours, but of music. In which case we can say, it cant be touched. And our
world is coming apart, inside it.

Or, as Steve McCaffery read to us: as soon as theres mystery, music gets in the way.

[C]
The author has disengaged the controls that keep the poet from doing her work. The poet
is in full collaboration with the author. The guitar, finally, cannot unify with anything.
What did I dream? That youd fashioned a hole, from the back of your head to your throat,
replaced your teeth with razors, that you were the one I was waiting for. In Stormcrowfleet,
the fadeout at the end of each track signifies a larger music, or something, that cannot be
accessed. In Soused, a room is entered by accident, and it is anybodys guess if you will
choose to engage. I always took Earth pretty seriously. From the beginning, I thought
SunnO))) was absurd, but thats not to say I didnt enjoy it.
As the voice, and the voice of the guitars, have developed, theyve demanded their own
space. Dont play so well with others. Or do, but in the vein of Cage and Cunningham, in
simultaneity. The SunnO))) guitars, like the effects or affects they Halloween with. Why
dont minstrels go from house to house, howling songs the way they used to? As he enters
the chorus, Governor Walker switches to a falsetto tenor and slips away from the notes. A
brown sounding ode to joy pulses in a four-second loop under him. Why not flirt with the
avant-garde? Who made who?
If shit were music
la-de-dala de da

youd be a big brass band
I thought you were someone else and then I realized that you were! Checking my trash
file for any mail, before the secret police can get to it. I shouldnt have answered that. A
human statue gets on, zips up his fly. The world seems friendly when you arent listening to
it. This is hunger with a promise. I recognize you, yes, but the buck stops there. I recognize
you from earlieryou were the person I was trying to place.

ALEX CRUSE

CONTRAVERSE
I aspire to deadpan femininity. An anorexia of the encounter would be a
gift card allowing for sadism and the feeling of smallness to run free like
flies that shoot through screens.
Lauren Berlant
I.
Cipher fluoresces red.
They attempt to kill your instant
history of fire by revoking the privilege of air, as it were.
Raw blank habits of the face open up to another mirror, like some
violent muscle memorizing light.
we invent
new skin
in defence
against memory.
We allow the naive to feed, and
parasites recover to
wild-type levels
behavior in the vector:
[ {+,+} | {+,0} | {+,-}]
[ {0,+} | {0,0} | {0,-}]
[ {-,+} | {-,0} | {-,-}]

increase immunity. decrease disease.

decrease transmission. decrease disease.
co-morbidities:
this planets nuclear skin and minor egos;
its supplies of imperial dead.
Alumnae of static born into a mandala of neutral, and

dtourned under the sign of sleep. More managerial than menagerie;

or meandering, and all through glass:

Infinity Music for Self-Shattering Suicide Window.

II.
A script inside a disgusted anatomy.
Doxa arrays emblems
into strategy;
while spring shareholders cleave the forced autumn
this stopping world jams inside
the paste of its own illegal archive, its energy
despises a clock.
the infant echo nurses the primacy of silence // prototype of aural species is always a dirge.
Infection sighs:

how does this arena breathe?

and how should this linguistic spectrum expand?

Bear. Oxen. Bubble. Crash.

Pith:
1. the essence of something
2. pierce or sever the spinal cord of (an animal) so as to kill or immobilize it.
we are talking about an actual fucking material loophole, here.
III.
The rescue smoke opposed every alien love
and the multitude moved towards a pure music,
periodicity of sugar. how every competing sketch moans within the message.
and i am to project a continued person? in this frustratingly normative plot?
As a vague object, in an
air so electrified
that its molecules register their own music, a cancer of multiples.
The more immaterial things become,
the more borders matter.
To disrupt capital would be to destroy porosity. Our outer
cellular makeup regenerates every seven years, and this
movement (for what else is metaphor?) corresponds to caprices
of markets.
The signal struggles against the
poverty of flows, a rich muteness
that moves through history rather than space,
like a high-speed trading algorithm.
It rasps as the translate button

renders the codes staggered exhalations

as language.
And I am to compute this with my hands;

this paper system,

so slow, so soft.

IV.
Files of flowers, chaos, amelioration, or subtraction: hospital
barrack, classroom, dormitory, cell, supermarket, train
car, waiting room: energy depositories the slowest
spaces in which the Unworking exhales, to be converted
to tongues of desperate species.
The outgoing message was just a choking sound.
Wirelessly, mouths full
of entropy + drift;
confined mortals value the Accidental. We bump
into a totality and excuse ourselves politely as reflex

alloyed to disciplinary habitat. like microns etched into glass.

V.
Discrepancies in formal(ist) logic

can only be parsed in

the grammar of spaces.

The art plays whatever

conditional appendix,

(You are a stupid ego walking into a screen)

before we incur more empirical baggage. A temporary mansion; a yielding

charity.
VI.
Subjectivity
is not a loss you can hold in your hands.

The seven spheres of the seven elements of the seven paths to divine perfection all
begin with it
and end in drowning.

May all billboard advertisements be composed

of slash and breeze.

Ambit of life is reduced to that corrupt syntax. A sequence of frames.

Chemicals that can be

broken down like infants

retracing their steps back to the factory.

The primitive self is the one
who cries when the eagle consumes his spleen;
the one who misses six other sisters;

the one whose belt binds a world

the sun is an overheated mass of quartz,
sublimating this silver collage of narrative.
sky is now full of
radar and secret war:
deaths parabola glows a violent algorithm,
arcs, recirculates back to Genesis,
and goes black.

We will suffer these genetics together.
VII.
Libet lag. waiting for
new events to load, pausing
in their bilingual
ontological statuses, more caul
than lens.
Flesh envelope of IP addresses

installs a paradigm of No Sender.

We just want to crawl back inside,

uninscribed.
Be bare activity in the active.
Subaltern math in the addictive
empty.

VIII.
The anorexia of such encounters
constitutes only the screens
through which white bodies transfer.
Cindy, tell me, What will they do with their lives?
Living quietly, like laborers wives?
If Babys on fire, Then,
bathwater = pivoting around

a broken physic,

and aching in currency,

and macroscoping

the terror of the folds.

IX.
Watching the women move
through
the patois of
blank spaces / as spatial products / of soft enclosure,

their cities, that could be

anything but a matriarchal pattern;

watching
the deaf plebiscite of violence
in houses, it caters breath, unable to come in; cupping

the environs of sugar, the kind of

murder that calms
on the line. like
internalized social death,
once weve unionized half
of the blighted landscape. the muscle
of a liberal thing fading into a matrix:
X.
x: the face, always

an unfamiliar shape of dragging tensile

with all kinds of affective What?

y: an altitude sickness bag with instructions for Spectacular Economics printed on the inside.
z:

-chology of the tense, impacted

decades *feeling(s) themselves* as sediment,

though slick like a screen,

or

firmament

in the theater of anti-, after the oculus has dragged closed

slippage of the canonical eye as it decenters; a hypnic jerk.

JUDITH GOLDMAN

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work traffic from suspected MITM attackThe
border ex-pands: and retracts tolerated access Fragmented
segments of the European and American coasts.
a network switch with a so-called monitoring port
sq ueeze through where rudder meets ship all packets pass through all ports of the switch wanted forms of mobility
if the browser is exploitable,Let them pass during harvest season
pose as stevedores, deck cleaners in hulls shipping containers crane
cabs or Automated tracking systemsSet them into circulation
transmitting the same data to all possible destinations,mari
time Jurisdictions What

was the resolution of the image

So as to know how to move
and into a fiberglass boat, just a hull.
Aiming to intercept themOr failing to assist
orange pontoon hull onto the pier.
refused permission to lan d:Access failure can be the
result of access outage, user blocking, incorrect access, or access denial requirements for law
ful residence stipulated in some form of endpoint
authenticationThus one encounters, in midocean, not
only the "Great Ocean Sea" but also the "Seao f France,"th e "Seao
f Spain,"a ndPoor perimeter security when the attacker can im
personate each endpoint to their satisfaction, to enable
her own deportation Repatriation and Departure ServiceDeferred
Enforced Departure aliens cooperation, an in-c
ountry refugee/parole program unauthorized arr
ivalRefusal to disembark themAccess denial (system blocking) can
include: Temporary Protected StatusTemporary
Centers of Permanence detention of a
n alien to deport:alien does not avail o
f the proper identity or travel documentsn
o nationality no identity
all relevant messages passingbetween the aliens cooperation
due to the demise of the aliens country of origin and
the "Seao f the Antilles." Even after
a particular sea came to be defined as a subdivision of a particular ocean,
, thus declared that the Indian Ocean was actually only a "half ocean,"part
ial liability Places that can intercept and log traffic, that
cannot be found on regular maps

airport air-port air port, fina

lly falling when the doors of the compartment reopen.fell
into an ocean or remote land area in jeans, a T-shirt, baseball cap, athletic shoes an
d earmuffs/In
the DC-8 because hydraulic reservoirs and other items occupy the are

a Into the space above and forward of the right but not the left main landing-gear strut
found the body of a man inside the wheel well of a South African Airways plane.
inside the wheel well (landing gear compartment, also known as wheel bay).
being mangled when the undercarriage retracts:would n
eed to guess where the tire is going to fold in
who had died in the landing gear,"
died (fell shortly after takeoff
Died (frozen and crushed)
Died (fell after landing gear was lowered on
Died (fell during takeoff)[
Died in the nose wheel-well
Died (body parts fell at an intersection in
Died (fell during landing in

To the ancient Greeks,t he Red or "Erythraean"Se a was a southeasterns

egment of the circumfluent ocean,the enterprise form
entre preneurial competenceYou will have to remain at the center Amid cruise ships and freighters wedg
ed into the hold Selling knock-off watches and soccer jerseysUntil
your status can be ascertained, and deportation procedures ma
y begin. Ideally: one would scan all inbound and outbound trafficdenoting the area of water now known as the northwestern Indian
Ocean (including the Arabian Sea, theG ulf ofe conomically non
viableAden, and the waters off the lawful
ly residentSomali coast
rules for audit data reductio
n and intrusion detection that we now call the "Red Sea"
was then usually called the "Sinus Arabicus" pene
trating the ecumenical landmass. tho
se subjects who are residual could not agree on where th
e Red Sea should be located Turning off its location transponder torescue but:
then deport,liable to be deported but unable to be so,that ev
ery person has a documented nationality One source of confusion was the bibli-cal story of
the parting of the Red Sea, is that which naturally gives the right to

citizenship a sort of precitizenshipevidently b

ased on a mistranslation of "ReedS ea)".
servers open and provide a stream for each unique user.
laissez-passerPass port by virt
ue of being born as human beings,captives o
f the state in which they were bornJETPLOW: Firmware that ca
n be implanted to create a permanent backdoor
,that can infiltrate firmware of hard drives.if it wont repatriate
disrupts the inside from itself, separ
ated or expelledWhoever has no shelter in
a shallowb arrierb etweent he Nile Delta and the SinaiP eninsula.C
What country return to
as
residue of citizen
Used to persist implants across reboots
Or: Supports a minimal implant with beaconing
The mere boundariesUnseaworthy Outside as more proximate str
ipped to human: re
voked humanness othersc alledi t "MareR ubrum"o r "Mare Rosso,"a
nd a few used both terms.O n some maps of the time,
the limit is alr
eady over the border,swallowed b
y the sea
Exhaust pipes heat upRemainders
caused by exceeding maximum access time and nominal system ac
cess time frac
tion during an access attempt.the label "RedS ea"( in
various forms) was appended only against in resistance to; o
r defense from: "protection against" from (used
to indicate agent or instrumentality): "death from"invoking a ground
asylum-seekersWho do not dispose of a nationalityto correlate the captured packets to the Gulf of Aden: natal; in
others it denoted the en-tire Arabian Sea.

DAVID LAU

THE THREE WANTS

Golden Dawn murdered Killah P in Keratsini.
Still gotta weed
get that bread with cuts
to social provision and protections,
to private and public sector positions.
But last night they threw Molotovs
at the fascist headquarters and the police.
No one took the handouts from them.
A crush of enemies converged
in the torched-building distance.
Peaches we ate even stones from a bag of fuses.
Peshawar, stone city in untiring history
where the fugitives glowed thirsty suns.
A species bled preoccupation.
The fire escape and mobbing too
out into the blind cracked
a run out style
Babylon down the block

PYTHIAN
Vortex-Mex go fireball sky
ungrounded commentary Willie
leaves across different platforms
immigrants form our own Norteo band
the fightingest motherfuckers ever
wont make sense right now
but youre still their comrade
through a series of temp position
wind-wild nothing Utrecht remember
we lived flourished there
the scramble for snow
organic composition in the long term grow
friendly fire non-parallel
family recover the bodies
one side secures itself through violence
a counteroffensive against the people
Los Ojos

GARBAGE COLLECTORS
Superfuck this noise
get the broom coming ashore
public-private ship steel form
of access to the general math molecule
dirt ice water rivulets Solheum Island
the final account of what it is know
political pseudo conviction
lost just once in Africa Regina
Martinez in Veracruz
a place shed never known
or ever grow accustomed to
She waited to hear from ICE
We came at night to take out her trash
There were lacks for everything
the most memorable evening of my stay
in the United States, she said.
Poujadistes? No, they were selling
tiger lion cubs which were just now in fashion
in Anurjs dream
so much more trinkets.

SUMMER RAINS
over here like her encrusted hair
like every floor a ground floor
when the place closed Friday
of the intense shelling
only things went to the right
the pendulum didnt swing back anymore
too many of the old trenches were uprooted
or abandoned in a historical sense
and this relinquishment results
from an earlier time
rightward now night with power
in the postmodern world-system
in San Bernardino, way in Ontario
theres been nothing strong hot dry wind
but we have a solid foundation
of ancient Romans
Stone Age hunters
Loxosceles reclusa
Icon gives
thanks life
the guard took it away smoke
kiss fog thick light assembly
wither or not
cereal feeling witch are

smashed faces emit

noise voice
of a horse inter-household
food transfer or sharing
the retro futures lo-fi
buried valleys pocahaunted
by a koalacaust staggering
through descending javelins
why the military grade
fireworks in our two towns
these such green
dirty berber drone
started rolled in after
tides unprecedented
neither mediation nor paradox
total conclusive victory again and again
and again Los Angeles
pioneered at least one
cultural form
the riot has a learning disability

STEVEN SEIDENBERG

from PLAIN SIGHT

A quick succession of images. No time left for scribbling. Regret for the
vanquished haruspex, for the spurious Jeremiahs who first asked the question.
Nothingbut the oddity of a genial humor. Genial but dry. Daubing for a
guinea in a drunk tank. Confess it. Its your lot to lose


One looks down. One turns awaythese are the views that survive the
catastrophe, the end thats always just begun. As yet, no reason to believe
the work of blindness will return us to appearance. No horses hide for a
punctured glove, no palmed off atrophy to bevictorious


At last, a near returnalthough it seems a new digression. One cant
leave off where one started and still think it bares the same face that it met
when yours was young. That we murder to dissect may be a portent worth
pursuing. That we disfigure to pursueEnough. I find it difficult to reach
out and contrive the feat as progress; I have nothing to give back but what is
given in return. I have nothing to give in to but the prospect of returningI
saidenough. No reason to protect the rising river from the dam


The perfect painting veiled by sloughing pellicles of varnish; the repulsive
patina of poverty, a tar-soaked insurrectionderogated metaphors by which
I mean to take in all the silent scorn and suppliance of being always sighted
by the dotards of a Roman weal, the malevolent decorum of an assertory
largesse. Not that one needs metaphors to satisfy such judgment, butNo.
One needs metaphors. Metaphors are all that stand between a teeming larder
and a harvest of tares


The carnage of dogmasa state of unreality, of nonsensation. One must
see beyond the mask of form, the rampart of appearance. Custom is for
everyone, but the law is for everyone else


One must have first principles if one is to have seconds. That such assignment
of supremacysuch an out and out premiership of primordial succession
is itself impossible to justify synthetically


Battered and exposedthe political economy of surface. That somehow
something penetrates the unity of affect is neither reason to accept it nor a
method of resistance. The indolence of meaning is the surfeit of appearance.
The industry of absence is


You think that I digress, but who stipulated focus? Have I ever in the course
of thisthis hegemony of fragments seemed to have my purpose advertised
with courtesies and blushing glances? Have I thought to stain the velum of
this prattling meander with a word that bares the standard of redaction
of synopsis? To trace a course made up of anything but tangents from all
countableall fungible results? And if I couldI could have followed
What difference is there to it in the end. Or the beginning. No subsequent
meansno precedent. Good enough. Self-expiation. Expiate. Enough


History consists in making of resemblance an ontology, a hidden cull for
which the stain of parlance serves as bourne. One finds a pleasant moment
in assuming the dispassionate demeanor of reflection and the world becomes
an index of ecstatic reenactments, an affable surrender to the refuge of
remembrance, as a hunters blind