- Artaud dies
- Half
- We sleep
- Deer here
- At the funeral
- When the executioner’s tired
- Not a real deer
- Spinning
- If he is
- I would weild
- Up is
he sleeps on the rack. Wears chains on his head like a wig. Then I touch to his hair. [Move over.] Move through the time like a radio. I wheeze like a radio into his ear
* published in Cab/Net 2