(1991-1998)

(heresy)

HARANGUE

I tell you that you need to do this and you ignore me. I've seen this and it's true. I've seen it happen. If you do what I tell you, then they will see you and they won't see you. They'll see you differently. Put on the clothes of another and you will see that what I am telling you is true. If you take on the markings of others, then you can be a particle with them and they won't see what you really are and then you can do what you like...(gap here)...you need to make yourself poor and then you will make yourself pretty. You will swim in your own wishes. You will be beautiful and clean and if you go in the clothes of another, you will wear that skin for awhile and when you look at your face in the glass it will be the face of an angel that tricks us and leaves us happier than we were before. You have nothing. You have to be empty like a wire that sound comes through. If anyone asks you for your hair or for a piece ofyour skin, than youshould give it to them.

(This is a fragment from a tape retrieved when city workers found an area beneath the subway littered with mattresses, empty food cans and other signs that people had been living there. There were many tapes containing fragments like this one. The group who lived in the area may have been the Blood Friends who were active about six months ago. Members of the group wore simulated police uniforms put together from cast off clothing. Observers consistently report being"fooled" by this disguise although they usually recall a detail, such as a pair of brown shoes, that might have revealed the impersonation if they had noticed it earlier members of the group managed to obtain guns and usually hats and badges]. The Blood Friends would, as individuals, alternately preach "sermons" to crowds and fire their guns into the air sometimes hitting and doing minor damage to office buildings. There were arrests and the group soon dropped out of sight.)

submitted - Oswald, April 19, 1991

HUMILIATION

I am inside my skin. I am inside of air and when I outline the edges of it with a razor or a piece of glass, then I feel light outline too. I am a sign to others. I am here to make them see the value of what they are told. Their eyes skip over meas though I were something that hurt. I am a vacant glass for you. I will show you what you love and what you fear. You think thatyou have to behave yourself but you should be like me. They want the nails from my hands and feet. They want the hair that falls out of my head in clumps. They want the skin that I leave floating on top of the water that I dip myself in. When they taste these things from me, these pieces of me...they might want to go with me to where I go...to be like me. I could make you so happy. Falling away and out of everything that is known and seeing a strange handshaking and dirty at the end of your own wrist. I can make you like what I am. You can open your skin like I do and feel the sun and the wind dry and burn you. There are cracks at the sides of my mouth and I laugh all the time. Happiness pushes into me and makes my heart slip into my hands.

(from the confession of Marguerite Porete - November 5, 1996)

HERESY

They recognize each other by the marks that they have carved on their wrists. They all look alike. They are uniformly emaciated and their skin has become smooth and hairless erasing all evidence of age and gender. Medical experts who have examined them believe that these characteristics are deliberately inducedbut they are unable to tell if this procedure is chemical or surgical or a mixture of both. However they accomplish their aims, whatever these are, they are well aware ofthe outlaw character of tampering with the organism. They look like plastic dolls! They have removed anything overt from their bodies and they speak, still, of having the ability to "penetrate" each other. One of them actually said, "I can fuck the world by looking at it." Some of them claim not to eat at all. Others of them say that the only food permitted to them is "castoff". They find it in garbage...this is food that is "given not taken", and so "blood" has been removed from it. "It has stopped screaming," according to the answers given during one questioning. The rest of us are cannibals. It seems as though they equate the exchange of money with drawing blood out of the world. Everything has a life according to them. They talk about a heaven of glass. What are they? They talk about being perfect in the world so that one's own skin is the only necessary vehicle, providing the "oil of translation", They are revered. One of them had died, probably of exposure, andthe body...the "rind" as they would call it...was intact except that three fingers were gone, presumably seized as relics. When asked why they seem to show such distressed arrogance under questioning, one of them replied, "We smell better than you. God breathes through our skin."

(court document - Seville, February 26,1998) (c) Dea Anne Martin - 1991