The laming arrays: the arrays of persons of multiple description who consititute by mere constitution. To wit: insofar as they are present, they are considered to have come weaponed with fingernails and fingers and feet. Under the sight of stagey clouds, in their narrow shelf between the blocks—between the block of 21 and the block of 22, long square-eyed metal in a company’s courtyard, which could (it’s tempting) be beaten apart. It spurs them on.
See fine facades pissing on their own blocks, appearing to levitate some two-and-a-half inches off the ground. Their batteries of scaffolded facial workers, the same facial workers who (the mind reels) could etch them off. The laming arrays? It spurs them on. The simple fils of man which grew itself into great filaments and put forth outer specializations, crackling from the streets as postbox forms, as callbox forms, and cashbox forms—loose bits of masonry would serve to stave their eyes in—it spurs them on.
-2001
