[the following text was read from behind Dan Das Mann's "The Faces of Mann" sculpture through pa system, performance opened to 4 fire dancers, 2 belly dancers & a contortist interecting with crowd & dancing throughout the performance to sounds made by the dirty white crackers and other misc cyber-musicians with violin, drums, sample effects and bullhorn, Veleda Buck on vocals, singing behind blake's reading and chanting the refrain, Cybirk video of random faces collected at burningman 2000 projected on the grass face throughout performance; Red and Justin Credible swing through on Prisilla Queen of the Desert (red's scooter) for some famous face action]

interface

on the face of it

face value

face up to

face down

face off

face reality

face card

face the music

face lift

face your fears

face of the nation

save face

face to face

whose face are we en mass mask masquerading

side by side wearing the features of looking, avoiding, evoking

conjuring to love and be loved by

[insert singing---envision the mask of flesh, face the face of faces, revolving doorway cycling karnak sky ladder of real and imagined, blaze eyed visage of alkaline tinged earth]

Internet rummage for "face" summons

a monitor stare stacked with tongue twisting eye gleam glam

scrolling through the web of yahoo google dogpile

eight million nine thousand seven hundred thirty eight faces

found in 0.2746 seconds of search time

race cars, hair removal, pokeman death, identification technologies

cindy crawford, plastic surgery, face on mars,

dan das burningman---pre-register now to watch the archived broadcast

28,000 tickets sold---and I mean souled---at preeminent face value

(how much have you paid to face yourself in the desert?)

with 40 thousand smiling and beguiling guises expected

in the media fringed frenzy of spectacle

our exhibitionist mecca art paradise carnivour-carousel come political purgatory

brings MTV and the networks to this shanty metropolis

to Patricia

to our rejected lover burning ocean beach mythology

now littered with lasers and laws (except for John)

land sailing yachts and other capital acts of graffiti

banned on this side of the orange fence

(be careful Mongoloids or you might get Dusty)

penis and garlic vagina unscathed beside the anal orifice

flanking the fronted foot and mutant vehicle path to the wooden man

where a ribs cage waits for your breath in windless dangle

and smelted hearts smolder the communal commotion locomotion of creation

grunting and disgruntling artists rolling around

in the self-induced hedonistist pig slop, soap opera yin yang puppet Shangri-la

come letís pipe the tree tones baby

"what are they"

"whose are they"

"why are they"

countless freaks with training wheels inquire in driveby curiosity

but donít ask another, ask yourself

who what why the trinity is your face, my face, the human face

ancient encounter with all semblance of form

like the hundreds who shall remain headless

mindful in the wake of the tinkerer tweaks

torquing and torting the already crowded ceiling

how many faces can fondle the air at once?

touch ground as they lean outward in promenading sprawl

like this drifting determined grass wood copper tripod tabernacle

peering and singing through dust water and flame

what choice is there but to lift our faces to our own ecological disaster

hold hands and handcuffs around the fenced in burn barrel, sand trough, sod patch

thread the eye beam through the neon draw

why struggle for beach front property when the entire playa is an ocean?

[insert singing---envision the mask of flesh, face the face of faces, revolving doorway cycling karnak sky ladder of real and imagined, blaze eyed visage of alkaline tinged earth]

fuck the 5.5 mil in ticket sales

the emperor would be naked

without the clothes we fly in the name

of our late evil renaissance countenance

the peek-a-boo glitter dingleball cowgirl and boy pierced and ducktaped outfits

the driving tessla resonance spreading its blue boned sunset

amid the strewn and unidentified flying objects díart

extraneous lunacy bobbing and cavorting down the promenade in dayglo fur

dragging dangling scrotum through boa crumbs

[red on scooter...sings scrotum song through bullhorn]

burningman dragon year 2000 is not a mask

it is an open, breathing face

it is a body, an em om elohiem carcass diablo

zephyr rocketing the chromozoom to completion

bumper to bumper shouting

through the directional devotion bodhisattva parade playground exhibition

[justin & red enter on scooter, justin delivers orgasm through bullhorn]

hi domo arigoto, goziemashta, it is honorable to rest

in the near garnet shade of orgasmic underpinnings

endure wasabi scarification for the love of Israel

to rise in tuba revelry and full fill the sunrise hot tub vision

but one doesnít need a fine road warrior with rebar to be happy

neednít rank a cherry picker crane duo

or a microwave washer dryer blender quartet to be virtuous

in playa petri pleasure pressure cook

registered or not, media dogs be warned cause we have immediate

up to date, on the spot coverage of ourselves

and we, not you, shape this iris kaleidoscope

put this cauldron of liberation back onto the map

[insert singing--envision the mask of flesh, face the face of faces, revolving doorway cycling karnak sky ladder of real and imagined, blaze eyed visage of alkaline tinged earth]

remember to forget and memorize yourself as nightline mainlines our sand mandala magic

to feed our nihilistic nakedness to the nudity cowering beneath middle American bathrobes

permit them to watch the spectacle one dimension removed

wallow in the square screened fascination and horror

cast by our mendelbrock Mardi Gras

let all wander through our sociological about face

reflected like a mirrored discoball love trench lighthouse on the open frontier

we are wagon wheels circling the evaporated watering hole

to drink from our unquenchable minds, virtual wild west outer face

polka dotted with you other, me other

neither me either lands of friendship and contemplation

graphing local color trails

as they spew and ricochet from camp to camp

bounce from earth to sky in moon tinged sunrise

we are not afraid to play the phoenix potatohead

rearrange ourselves into billions of full length features

hamlet skulls rising from apocalyptic exhale

to stand in the bare welded skeleton of presence

to decipher the brow eye body in sanity

be art in the marrow of time

face the facts of facing ourselves

[insert singing---envision the mask of flesh, face the face of faces, revolving doorway cycling karnak sky ladder of real and imagined, blaze eyed visage of alkaline tinged earth]

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