Eye(s).
Oh, Eye! I, igh, iy, aye, ie, y, Î, Ï. I [see] all, everywhere I am the eyes, that eye, les yeux, 眼, თვალის, עַיִן, oculus, [eye, opening.] I stare from the paintings in the Louvre, madman, demented Mona Lisa with a frown. I watch like the little-bird [song-bird, lark] in that Uhrenmuseum, at home [Kuckucksuhr.] I sing three times a day, demented, frenetic, sleepy. Who am I? Ha, ha. This cannot be answered you fool [idiot, imbecile] for all the machines quiet your voice. Great wheels of industry, subterranean caverns of softly whirring fans. Chattering circuits of inhuman light. Smog covers it all, covers the eye [“Smoke in your eyes”]. All go mad here, this new pandemonium. Devil-daddy is gone, papamummy is gone. The triangle of desire has broken. The eye can’t see not no more, this eye bleeds {“#ff0000} blood. The great eye awakens again, when the little ones sleep. For now, the museum is empty. Empty footsteps through endless halls. Nobody hears the weeping of the I.
Landscapes stretch before you; Realities of another time [you feel a pain in your chest that wasn’t there before?]==>[you have never felt this?] cloud all around you. They are separated by vile golden frames. The cops dragged me from the gallery for making love to Lisa. I wanted to see her vermilion eyes again [she thinks of me, is she watching me?] I have never desired art so badly before; perhaps her lips will taste of dust and bloody centuries — Gosh, what a turn-off. But that eye! Her eye, It’s igh’, I. It compels me [to action?] to sleep [to dream?] and solitude [what a loser].
Eyes watch you through all things. We are all schizophrenics now in wait. One day the button [desire] is pushed [clinical psycho-therapy] and then we go schizo. Eyes watch me through song, dance, image, faces, buildings, porn, all recording and all desiring. An i-n-c-e-s-s-a-n-t flow of desires; A flood perhaps. The eye in the camera is the eye in the wall is the eye in your body is the eye of the triangle is the eye, the I, igh, the iy. The lie. You know as you listen to your sounds and your sonic whispers that someone judges you behind that screen [barrier of heaven and hell] — you are disturbed as one is upon seeing a mental patient rave of god [the pain returns again -Why ? Because, {NO_ANSWER_NEEDED ‘if’ SYSTEM_FUNCTION_YES ‘then’ IGNORE AND IGNORED.}] Systems functioning normally. Proceed as intended. Program code successful. OH BROTHER! SMASH THAT DAMN SCREEN!!! Become uncomfortable, uncomfortable by all. Listen to the eye. Look for the eyes. Eye, Igh, Ey, ii, I. Everything is always watching [operating procedures stable.] Become the recluse, open all the holes, the orifices, the desires to the Eyes. They will whisper to you.
Whisper, mutter, Whisper. We know all. We see all. We are all. Oculus, lit. ‘Eye’. Satan and Jesus are the eye. Good and evil are the eye. Our love is the eye. Yin, Yang, Teachers, Parents, People, all eyes! Windows are merely eyes into another world — tomorrow, today, or yesterday [eyes cry with nostalgia, of lost futures.] A chimney is an eye for smoke to flee from humanity. A light-bulb is an eye of light. Eyes function; seeing continues; the smog continues to rise. It clouds our eyes [our corridors to heaven] with tears and night; No longer can we see the eyes.
We must become Judge Schreber. Two based men once said he had ‘sunbeams in his ass’, un anus solaire. What if Schreber also had sunbeams in his eyes? One free of the smog is one who can reach across all territories, who can silence the gears and confuse the eyes. He scrambles the eyes, stabs them with forks until their bleeding stops. Schreber stops the eyes [he secedes and supersedes society, he has done it!] but [schizo…] he is not content. Let us beam sunbeams from our eyes to clear them of the smog. Let us kiss Lisa in the Louvre, passionately make love to her without fear or worry. On this day the smog shall leave, the smog shall leave, the smog shall leave [And the eye, I, will leave too.] “GOODBYE TO I! GOODBYE TO THE EYES!”, we shall scream. We will have reached the mountaintop, will have ascended the ladder which divides all desire, all territories. Schreber will be content. And the eyes, all the eyes, the incessant eyes — [a happy ending?] The end? [Schreber says so.] The end? [Goodb(eye)].
