OOO lambs (object-oriented ontological lambs)
(lamb) to. (lamb)): ‘I’m a lamb’
a’ : ‘ululation, sacrifice - to this earth that has been claimed as property’
(lamb)) to. (lamb): ‘I’m a sacrificial lamb.’
a’ : ‘are you in contact?’
(lamb)) to. (lamb) : ‘what is contact in the face of sacrifice? with no judgement i see you. a lamb. A figure. potential of loss dissolved to the world. a pawn dropped in its place checkered with other pawns. grazing shrubs within confines. Food for capital. i am sacrifice. Mushrooms sprouting from decay. a sponge, absorbing all that is around me. one with it. Unidentifiable. A byproduct. Regurgitation.’
a’ : ‘earth, land, scapes, earth under half moon skies
(lamb) : ‘blood spills onto earth, blood spills into land, blood forms part of the landscape, blood spills under skies into oceans’
(lamb)) to. (lamb) : ‘is geography a matter of concern to you?’
(lamb) to (lamb)) : ‘im domestic, geography becoming a lever beyond my scope of view. is geography a matter of concern to whether you are sacrificial?’
(lamb)) to (lamb): ‘i am overwhelmed by geography and it’s elements. the information it holds and the myriad of ways it is configured in the mind. I’m simply a knife, sitting in blood on the kitchen table. my understanding is geography, and all it encompasses and subsumed by, as my home. geography points to nothing. a high rise. sacrifice points to geography. a staircase leading to the rooftop. sacrifice persists yet plays a different role, given different names, under the kaleidoscope of drawn lines. my death belongs to myth. not mythology as an idea folded in on itself to be resourced as veiled sacrifice to operate in this world of progress.
a’ : wetlands, desert, forest, ports, currents, currency, shrub, mushroom, fruit
(lamb) to (lamb)) : ‘which ancestors do you feed?’
(lamb)) to (lamb) : ‘food does not choose mouths. mouths prompt taste. i was written about in those books as the Idiot. but idiocy is only the label given to sentiment willing to wait beyond real world agency. And perhaps past lines of function. my bleat is not an intentional expression of art, reason or logic. only an eternal voice singing to the archaic worlds to come. my ancestors have always belonged to the futures to come. simply - I’m a sacrificial lamb, soft and vulnerable. I know nothing. I see everything. Immobile when the gates open to the race.’
(lamb) to (lamb)) : ‘run with us’
a’ : silence, water then blood after painful ecstatic bleats from the remains of the last world
(lamb)) : ‘I will run. but able only to run to myself. perpetually left behind. in tears dropped into the Mediterranean; dust caked on the forgotten face of the unseen, and bodies stiffened in straight jackets of trivia.
a’ : stone, rock, salt, substance of this earth
