This text accompanied an art piece That Mr Gibson collaborated on with Robert Longo in 1991. Sorry I do not have the images that accompanied it.

(incidentally if it is innappropriate to post rare pieces like this please indicate- I have o with to annoy anyone).

jaydee


THE BELOVED (VOICES FOR THREE HEADS)
BY WILLIAM GIBSON


I.

UNDER THE LIGHTS

MACHINE DREAMS
I REMEMBER
SHBUYA
TIMESQUARE
PICADILLY

I REMEMBER

A PARKED CAR
AN ARENA OF GRASS
A FOUNTAIN STAINED WITH EARTH

IN THE SLOW FALL TO DAWN

IN THE ARMS OF THE BELOVED

REMEMBERED

A LONGSIDE NIGHT
IN THE HYATT CAVES
IN THE HALF-LIFE OF AIRPORTS
IN THE HOUR OF THE HALOGEN
WOLVES

THE HOUR REMEMBERED

IN RADIO SILENCE

RADIO SILENCE
RADIO SILENCE
RADIO SILENCE

II.

IT'S ONLY THE HISTORY OF THE
MYSTERY
IT'S ONLY PEOPLE GO LOST, ISN'T IT?
ONLY THEY DO GO LOST, ACTUALLY
IN ANY CITY AT ALL

IT'S ONLY THE FLOW OF THINGS
ONLY THE CROWD AT THE
INTERSECTION
ONLY THE RAIN ON THE PAVEMENT
THAT'S ONLY THE HISTORY OF IT
REALLY

MY FATHER WENT LOST THAT WAY
MY MOTHER TOO
MOTHERS DO REALLY, IN THE WAY
OF THINGS
IN THE WAY OF MYSTERY I
MEAN
BUT GIRLS GO LOST IN THE DARK
PARK
BOYS TOO
THAT'S ANOTHER WAY

DOWN ALL THESE DAYS

III.

THIS CITY
IN PLAGUE TIME
KNEW OUR BRIEF ETERNITY

OUR BRIEF ETERNITY

OUR LOVE

OUR LOVE KNEW
THE BLANK WALLS AT STREET
LEVEL

OUR LOVE KNEW
THE FREQUENCY OF SILENCE

OUR LOVE KNEW
THE FLAT FILED

WE BECAME FIELD OPERATORS
WE SOUGHT TO DECODE THE
LATTICES

TO PHASE-SHIFT TO NEW
ALIGNMENTS

TO PATROL THE DEEP FAULTS

TO MAP THE FLOW

LOOK AT THE LEAVES
HOW THEY CIRCLE
IN THE DRY FOUNTAIN

HOW WE SURVIVE
IN THE FLAT FILEDS


[text to ArTRANDOM Robert Longo 1991]