Nova Express (19 page)

James swaggering about in arson to be considered—Murder in the operating theatre at Nottingham—­Stephen said to be voting through yards and yards of entrails irrevocably committed to the toilet—

ONE MORE CHANCE?

Scientology means the study of “humanity's ­condition” —Wise radio doctor—Logos Officers in his portable—The Effects Boy's “scientology release” is locks over the Chinese—Told me to sit by Hubbard guide—

“What are you going to do?—That person going to get out of ‘havingness'??”

Will cover the obvious usually sooner than later—Globe is self you understand until assumed unwittingly “reality” is made out of “Mr. Martin”—To agree to be Real
is
“real” and the way the flakes fall—Game conditions and no game every time—For him always been a game consists of “freed galaxies”—End getting an effect on the other team now ended—Look around here it's curtains for them—Be able to not know his past circumstances—Scio is knowing and wind hand to the hilt—Work we have logos you got it? Dia through noose—Jobbies would like to strike—Release certificate is issued for a respectable price—Find a process known as “overwhelming,” what?—Come back work was what you could have—What would you permit that person—?? Food in The Homicide Act??—Look around and accept “one more chance”?? “Havingness” bait and it's curtains—End anatomy of games—The fundamental reward business the bait—The cycle of “Humanity's condition”—Apparent because we believe it—One assumes a “beingness” over the Chinese—Like to strike a bargain: Other identities—Is false identity—In the end is just the same—Fundamentally agreement—All games for respectable share of these “barriers” and “purposes”—Know what they mean if they start “no-effect”??

Cool and casual the anatomy of games closed at hotel room in London—

The District Supervisor looked up with a narrow smile. “Sit down young man and smoke . . . occupational vice what? . . . only vice left us . . . You have studied Scientology of course?”

“Oh yes sir . . . It was part of our
basic
training sir . . . an unforgettable experience if you'll pardon the expression sir . . .”

“Repeat what you know about Scientology.”

“The Scientologists believe sir that words recorded ­during a period of unconsciousness . . . ­(anesthesia, drunkenness, sleep, childhood amnesia for trauma) . . .
store
pain and that this pain store can be plugged in with key words represented as alternative mathematical formulae indicating number of exposures to the key words and reaction index, the whole battery feeding back from electronic computers . . . They call these words recorded during unconsciousness
engrams
sir . . . If I may say so sir the childhood amnesia for trauma is of special interest sir . . . The child
forgets
sir but since the controllers have the engram tapes sir any childhood trauma can be plugged in at any time . . . The
pain that
overwhelms
that person is known as
basic basic
sir and when
basic basic
is wiped off the tape . . . Oh sir
then
that person becomes what they call a
clear
sir . . . Since Lord Lister sir . . . since the introduction of
anesthesia
sir . . .” (Amnesia smiled) “Oh let me ye
s sir tell you about a score of years' dust on the expression sir . . . If you'll pardon the expression sir are known as engrams sir.”

“You have occupational experience?”

“Oh yes sir . . . It was part of our Basic Scientology Police Course sir”

“You have studied the risks of ‘dancing'?”

“Sir the Scientologists believe this pain can be plugged in from Oaxaca photo copies and middle ages jacking off in deprostrated comrades”

(The living dead give a few cool hints . . . artificial arms and legs . . . soulless winded words)

“With the advent of
General Anesthesia
sir words recorded during
operations
became . . . (The nurse leans over the doctor's shoulder dropping cigarette ashes along the incision—‘What are you looking for?' snarls the doctor . . . ‘I know what I'm doing right enough . . . ­appendectomy at least . . . But why stop there?? Enemy anesthetized we advance . . . Fetch me another ­scalpel . . . This one's filthy . . .' Chorus of street boys outside: ‘Fingaro?? one cigarette?? please thanks you very much . . . You like beeg one? . . . son bitch ­bastard . . .' ‘Go away you villainous young toads' snarls the doctor pelting them with tonsils . . . Wish I had an uterine tumor . . . like a bag of cement . . . get one of them with any luck . . . You nurse . . . Put out that cigarette . . . You
wanta cook my patient's lungs out
??”

Shrill screams from maternity blast through the loudspeaker . . . The Technician mixes a bicarbonate of soda and belches into his hand . . . ‘Urp urp urp . . . Fucking set picks up every fart and passes it along' A hideous squawk of death rattles smudges the instrument panel out of focus . . . White no smell of death from a cell of sick junkies in the prison ward swirls through the operating room . . . The doctor sags ominously severing the patient's femoral artery . . . ‘I die . . . I faint . . . I fail . . . Fucking sick Coolies knock all the junk right out of a man . . .' He staggers towards the narco cabinet trailing his patient's blood . . . ‘GOM for the love of God') It's a little skit I wrote for the
Post Gazette
sir . . . Anesthesia on stage sir words recorded during operations became the most reliable engrams . . . ­
Operation Pain
they called it sir . . . I can feel it now sir . . . in my tonsils sir . . . ether vertigo sir . . . (
The patient is hemorrhaging
. . .
nurse
. . .
t
he clamps
. . .
quick before I lose my patient
) . . . Another instrument of these pain tourists is the
signal switch
sir . . . what they call the ‘yes no' sir . . . ‘I love you I hate you' at supersonic alternating speed . . . Take orgasm noises sir and cut them in with torture and accident groans and screams sir and operating-room jokes sir and flicker sex and torture film right with it sir” . . .

“And what is your counter?”

“Just do it sir . . . in front of everybody sir . . . It would have a comic effect sir
. . . We flash a sex pic with torture in the background sir then snap that torture pic right in your bloody face sir . . . if you'll pardon the expression sir . . . we do the same with the sound track sir . . .
varying distances
sir . . . It has a 3D effect sir . . . right down the old middle line sir . . . if you'll pardon the expression sir . . . the razor inside sir . . .

“Jerk the handle . . . It sounds like this sir: ‘Oh my God I can't stand it . . . That hurts that hurts that hurts so gooood . . . Oooooohhhh fuck me to death . . . Blow his fucking guts out . . . You're burning up baby . . . whole sky burning . . . I'll talk . . . Do it again . . . Come in . . . Get out . . . Slip your pants down . . . What's that??
nurse
. . . the clamps . . . Cut it off . . .' with the pics sir . . . popping like fireworks sir . . . sex and pain words sir . . . vary the tape sir . . . switch the tape sir . . .

“Now all together
laugh laugh laugh
. . . Oh sir we
laugh
it right off the tape sir . . . We
forget
it right off the tape sir . . . You see sir we can
not know it
if we have the engram tapes sir . . . simple as a hiccup sir . . . melted a categorical no mercy for this enemy as dust and smoke sir . . . The man who never was reporting for no duty sir . . . A young cop drew the curtains sir . . . Room for one more operating-room joke inside sir”

You can still see the old operating room kinda run down now . . . Do you begin to see there is no patient there on the table?

ARE THESE EXPERIMENTS NECESSARY?

Saturday March 17, 1962, Present Time Of Knowledge—Scio is knowing and open food in The Homicide Act—Logos you got it?—Dia through noose—England spent the weekend with a bargain before release certificate is issued—Dogs must be carried reluctant to the center—It's a grand feeling—There's a lot ended—This condition is best expressed queen walks serenely down dollar process known as overwhelming—What we want is Watney's Woodbines and the Garden Of ­Delights—And what could you have?—What would you? State of news?—Inquire on hospital? what?—Would you permit that person revived peat victory hopes of Fortria? Pre-clear to look around and discover Sheila's Cottage?—Death reduces the cycle of action—Venus Vigar choked to death in the direction of “havingness”—His diary thoughts they went back other identities—The whole world had valence is false identity—Further talks today with “barriers” and “purposes”—Vital clue that links the murders is: game one special way just want to die—Spreading the New Zealand after film was in the hospital—Yards of entrails hung about the toilet—The observer left his scio and vanished with confessed folk singer logos—Dia through noose found dead on the old evacuation—Release certificate of Vigar's birth is issued naked—This condition is best expressed uncontrolled flash bulbs popped process known as “overwhelming”—

“Sir I am quite prepared—other identities—Woman is at the clear out if is fundamentally agreement”—

“Look around here and tell me are these experiments really necessary?”—All this to “overwhelm”—? Apparency bustle through the red hair—I have said Scio Officers at any given time dictate place of years—Dead absolute need condition expressed process known as “overwhelming”—Silence—Don't answer—What could that person “overwhelm?”—Air?—The great wind revolving what you could have—What would you?—Sound and image flakes fall—It will be seen that “havingness” no more—

Paralyzed on this green land the “cycle of action”—The cycle of last door—Shut off “Mr. Bradly Mr. Apparent Because We Believe It”—Into air—You are yourself “Mr. Bradly Mr. Other Identities”—Action is an apparency creating and aggravating conflict—Total war of the past—I have said the “basic pre-clear identities” are now ended—Wind spirits melted “reality need” dictates use of throat bones—“Real is real” do get your heavy summons and are melted—Through all the streets time for him be able to not know his past walls and windows people and sky—Complete intentions falling—Look around here—No more flesh scripts dispense Mr.—Heard your ­summons—Melted “Mr. Bradly Mr. Martin”

MELTED INTO AIR

Fade out muttering: “There's a lover on every corner cross the wounded galaxies”—

Distant fingers get hung up on one—“Oh, what'll we do?”

Slowly fading—I told him you on tracks—All over for sure—I'm absolutely prophesized in a dream grabbing Yuri by the shirt and throwing last words answer his Yugoslavian knife—I pick up Shannon Yves Martin may not refuse vision—Everybody's watching—But I continue the diary—“Mr. Bradly Mr. Martin?”—You are his eyes—I see suddenly Mr. Beiles Mr. Corso Mr. Burroughs presence on earth is all a joke—And I think: “Funny—melted into air”—Lost flakes fall that were his shadow: This book—No good junky identity fading out—

“Smoke is all, boy—Dont intersect—I think now I go home and it's five times—Had enough slow metal fires—Form has been ­inconstant—Last electrician to tap on the bloody dream”—

“I see dark information from him on the floor—He pull out—Keep all Board Room Reports—Waiting chair to bash everybody—Couldn't reach tumescent daydream in Madrid—Flash a jester angel who stood there in 1910 straw words—Realize that this too is bad move—No good—No bueno—Young angel elevated among the subterraneans—Yas, he heard your ­summons—Nodded absently—”

“And I go home having lost—Yes, blind may not refuse vision to this book—”

CLOM FLIDAY

I have said the basic techniques of nova are very simple consist in creating and aggravating conflicts—“No riots like injustice directed between enemies”—At any given time recorders fix nature of absolute need and dictate the use of total weapons—Like this:: Collect and record violent Anti-Semitic statements—Now play back to Jews who are after Belsen—Record what they say and play it back to the Anti-Semites—Clip clap—You got it?—Want more?—Record white supremacy ­statements—Play to Negroes—Play back answer—Now The Women and The Men—No riots like injustice directed between “enemies”—At any given time position of recorders fixes nature of absolute need—And dictates the use of total weapons—So leave the recorders running and get your heavy metal ass in a space ship—Did it—Nothing here now but the recordings—Shut the whole thing right off—
Silence
—When you answer the machine you provide it with more recordings to be played back to your “enemies” keep the whole nova machine running—The Chinese character for “enemy” means to be similar to or to answer—Don't answer the machine—Shut it off—

“The Subliminal Kid” took over streets of the world—Cruise cars with revolving turrets telescope movie lenses and recorders sweeping up sound and image of the city around and around faster and faster cars racing through all the streets of image record, take, play back, project on walls and windows people and sky—And slow moving turrets on slow cars and wagons slower and slower record take, play back, project slow motion street scene—Now fast—Now slow—slower—
Stop
—Shut off—No More—My writing arm is paralyzed—No more junk scripts, no more word scripts, no more flesh scripts—He all went away—No good—No bueno—Couldn't reach flesh—No glot—Clom Fliday—Through invisible door—Adios Meester William, Mr. Bradly, Mr. Martin—