Olivia Macassey

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exciting poses:

the full text of the poem can be found in Love In The Age of Mechanical Reproduction

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exciting poses (backing lines for beautiful assistants)

myths of origin (2nd Voice)

now I am going to tell you the truth:
don’t think about it
here is the distance you dreamed of
here are the chairs, here are the tables that are not me
here are the people that are not me
and the floor that is not me
and the words that are not you

not right now but soon, I am going to tell you the truth
I am telling you the truth
this is what it is

look at me
don’t look at me
look at me
don’t look at me
look at me
don’t look at me
it’s true I want to live without seeing myself
look at me
don’t look at me
it’s true I want to live without seeing myself
look at me
don’t look at me
it’s not true I want to live without seeing myself
look at me
don’t look at me
it’s true I want to live without seeing myself
look at me
don’t look at me
it’s not true
it’s true

not right now but soon, I am going to tell you the truth
I am telling you the truth
this is what it is
not right now but soon, I am going to tell you the truth
I am telling you the truth
this is what it is

myths of origin (3rd Voice)

listen: I am not asking you to listen to me.

listen: I am not asking you to listen to me.

listen: I am not asking you to listen to me.

listen: I am not asking you to listen to me.

listen: I am not asking you to listen to me.

listen: I am not asking you to listen to me.

listen: I am not asking you to listen to me.


what are you looking at? what are you looking at? what are you looking at?


what are you looking at? what are you looking at? what are you looking at?


What are you looking at? what are you looking at? what are you looking at?


listen, I am not asking you to listen to me. I don’t want you to think about it
listen, I am not asking you to listen to me. I don’t want you to think about it
listen, I am not asking you to listen to me. I don’t want you to think about it

(less than nothing less than nothing less than nothing less than nothing)

listen, I am not asking you to listen to me. I don’t want to think about it

listen: listen to me. I don’t want to think about it

listen: listen to me. I don’t want to think about it

I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist I am asking you not to exist......

a night without a staircase (2nd voice)

oh my floors will be wax, wax, the reddened pain of the knees making the dry shine tender

the distancing terror of the object

subject, the wax setting skin on edge, then, later to touch it as your own body

had blank open eyes and I knew there would be no further

and I lay with her on the floor she let me sleep
at that point my surfaces became wax


one of them says

there are dogs in this city that know your name.
They call it, at night

and another of them says

curled intricately as
a shell, or a love affair.

when I was a child I used to clutch the mirror with my eyes,
try to catch my reflection out.
I’d pivot, pivot, pivot but I never caught her looking away
Now of course I know she is always looking away

he is lost

and I lay with her on the floor she let me sleep
at that point my surfaces became wax

last section (3rd Voice)

describe us by being what we are not
what we are not
we are not
describe us by being what we are not
what we are not
we are not


describe us by being
describe us by being what we are not
what we are not
we are not

describe us by being
describe to yourself your shoes
and the way you light your cigarette
the sound water makes specifically on your skin
the ways you avoid the dangerous gaze
the secrets of the soles of your feet
the manner you adopt in busses
the things you throw out before anyone sees them
the vertebrae of your mornings
the actions you shrink while performing
the silences in your wrist and elbow
the smiles you keep to yourself

last section (2nd Voice)

(it was in a story it was in a story it was in a story it was in a story)

in a city you know
you can move during rain
without getting wet


in a city you know
you can move during rain
without getting wet
in a city you know
you can move during rain
without getting wet

how can I tell they’re not you?
how can I tell they’re not you?
how can I tell they’re not you?
how can I tell they’re not you?
how can I tell they’re not you?
how can I tell they’re not you?
how can I tell they’re not you?
how can I tell they’re not you?