SOME OF DEE LIVESAY'S GIFTS she knew how to get me to give her a pedicure and how to lose any object she needed (her purse, an address, keys) in order to proceed to the next step so we could both go round the bend searching for what ever for ever   DEBACLE -- THE BREAKING UP OF ICE IN A RIVER OR, THE BOMBING OF THE BALKANS in the catchment area for the naked and the hungry curators and coroners rub cosmologies   outside the gated art galleries men weave by whispering "hi honey, want some crack?" and the reverse   simple maxim of the market place sell anything at any price the mean of production   400 hundred billion years of chaos -- what to do? if consciousness is an illusion transformation is everything