The histories of the universe

lie in the sleeping sex of a woman

Now back in Egypt,

the Egyptian Book of the Dead was written because they got these women who were like, you know, that were before the time after 1852.

So, like

They got these women and they

Like put them in these tomb shapes

Like mummy shapes

Only they didn’t mummyize them

What they do is

They made this mixture up

Of opium and salad oil and henna

And they put it all over them

(first they’d knock ‘em out with a sledgehammer)

then they’d lay them in there and they’d wipe them all over

with this opiate henna oil

(maybe throw a little merc in, anything they could get in there)

and she’d be laid out

and then she’d start, like,

feeling all this stuff getting in her pores

and it would get deeper in her pores

and deeper in her pores

and into her veins,

and you know how, like,

the filaments are inside a


when you turn it on?

The next thing you know,

Her fingers are moving Egyptian style

Very rigid, very hieroglyphic

Anyway, she’d do this and the scribes would be standing around with their papyrus,

or papyrus or peanut butter bag wrappers-


forget that one.

They’re sitting around with their scrolls and anyway,

She’d start babbling…

…and she’d start babbling…

They’d write this stuff…

And then the other girl would start babbling

And she’d get to this point…

‘cause the thing about men

they do get Mayan

but they only do it once.

But only, you know, like, for a little while.

Then, but girls, I mean, it’s just an extra thing we got

You know, you just

Keep doing it, and keep doing it, and keep doing it and keep doing it.

And it’s really great if you’re next to a typewriter

Because, like, you start,


The first one you’re doin’

And you can’t quite write it yet,

But you got the plot.

And then you take the, and you wait,

And you only go so far,


You mustn’t pee your pants.

Then, you keep going, you keep going, you keep going,

And then it’s time to lie down on the couch and get out

Troky and anybody else who might be around.

And you open up to page 100

On Theolet Ledoux’s ‘Bitch’. paperback!

Then, you just keep, like,

Getting’ your fingers goin’ like graphite

Until it’s like a paintbrush and it’s making a scene.

And you go

And by the 8th or 9th one

You should be writing great stuff on the typewriter

And even if you can’t control it

Even if you’re not illuminated enough now

To know how to make a diamond…

Like, I didn’t know what to do with it for a long time.

What you do is, girls, is study Rimbaud;

Get his syntax and grammar down.

Study Burr.

Study them all, but then,

You have to get into the next step.

You know in that letter where Rimbaud says,

He writes this letter and he goes,

‘In the future when women get away from their long servitude of men, etcetera, they’re going to have the new music, new forms, new sensations, new horrors, new spurts…’


Yeah, I mean…

It’s time.

And look, that was a hundred years ago, get cookin’.

I mean, it’s a long…

He talked…

It was there a long time ago.

And who knows where the time goes?

Right now, that’s the formula.

It’s very easy.

Get the syntax down and then just record it.

For a while you might have to record it.

Just, just do it.

And you should see how better you walk.

It just does something to your walk.


If you can’t do anything with it

Don’t worry about it.

If you’re not into transforming stuff into art

Don’t worry about it.

Just keep doing it and keep doing it because by the

12th and 13th and 14th one you get into extraterrestrial stuff and they don’t let you write nothin’ down.

So you just,

you just keep goin’ through it,

you know, you just keep

what I was sayin’ is…



Mayan stuff.

Guys and guys can do that

you know

I was always jealous because I wasn’t homosexual

because they got all this Mayan stuff

and all this screen stuff

and I’d read all these books

‘Blue Jelly’

and you know how it is

and I thought


but I can’t

and you know

and I have these dreams

that I could, like,

steal boys skins at night

and put them on and pee

and stuff like that

but now that I’ve found, like,

this new toy…

I’ve got seven ways of going

I’ve got seven ways to be

I’ve got seven sweet disguises

I’ve got seven ways of being me

right here is where I usually tell this story

I usually tell this story


I usually tell this story about something that

happened to me on one of these particular voyages

but I’ll make it real fast.

I was expecting to go to my usual stuff

with all these you know like like like

girl boy Moslem Christian angel guys

that have all these machines

all these neon machines

and they put you in

this like pine tree shape

but this time,

I don’t know how it happened,

I got to 16th Century Japan

and the neat thing about it was,

it was the first time that

really got to be a boy.

I was, like, this boy.

This ninja boy.

This archer.

And he was totally in love with his sister,

who looked just like him.

And he wanted to become…

he couldn’t care for her,

he wanted her to have the best.

So he became the best archer.

And the King took him as his top archer.

And he took his sister to the palace,

and the King fell in love with his sister.

And the archer,

who had worked and worked and worked

to get his sister fine garments

didn’t mean to get her

fine garments in the King’s bed.

So when the King sent him out the next day

he was walkin’ through the fields

he had on his armor

and it was black and white squares

like a chessboard

he stood on the black square

and looked and saw how

the black square looked

like the back of his sister’s hair

he looked at the windowshape

in the palace

in the castle

he imagined

the King

over his sister

his black and white


he was so dazzled by that photograph

that he took off his armor

and laid his armor down

and took the dart

and aimed it swift

at the King’s heart

and he started walkin’

toward the castle

started walkin’

toward the palace

started walkin’

he was walkin’

he was walkin’

in this big step I am taking

seven seizures for the true

I’ve got seven ways of going

seven ways of loving you

Be free from all deception

Be safe from bodily harm

Love without exception

Be a saint in any form.

– Patti Smith

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