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After Hatuey, A Fifteenth-century Indian Insurrectionist, Had Been Fixed To The Stake, His Spanish Captors Extended Him The Choice Of Converting To Christianity And Ascending To Heaven Of Going Unrepentantly To Hell. Gathering That His Executioners Expected To Go To Heaven, Hatuey Chose The Other

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I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Cannot Make Up, Which I Cannot Create Or Even Create In: I Have Become Interested In Languages Which I Can Only Come Up Upon (as I Disappear), A Pirate Upon Buried Treasure. The Dreamer, The Dreaming, The Dream. I Call These Languages, Languages Of The Body.

Perhaps If Human Desire Is Said Out Loud, The Urban Planes, The Prisons, The Architectural Mirrors Will Take Off, As Airplanes Do. The Black Planes Will Take Off Into The Night Air And The Night Winds, Sliding Past And Behind Each Other, Zooming, Turning And Turning In The Redness Of The Winds, Living, Never To Return.

Murder Is A Dream Because Lack Is The Center Of Both.