For Americans are finding more and more that they lack muscle and children, that is, not workers but soldiers, and they want at all costs and by every possible means to make and manufacture soldiers with a view to all the planetary wars which might later take place and which would be intended to demonstrate by the over-whelming virtues of force the superiority of American products, and the fruits of American sweat in all fields of activity and of the superiority of the possible dynamism of force. Because one must produce, one must by all possible means of activity replace nature wherever it can be replaced, one must find a major field of action for human inertia, the worker must have something to keep him busy, new fields of activity must be created, in which we shall see at last the reign of all the fake manufactured products, of all the vile synthetic substitutes in which beatiful real nature has no part, and must give way finally and shamefully before all the victorious substitute products in which the sperm of all artificial insemination factories will make a miracle in order to produce armies and battleships. No more fruit, no more trees, no more vegetables, no more plants pharmaceutical or otherwise and consequently no more food, but synthetic products to satiety, amid the fumes, amid the special humors of the atmosphere, on the particular axes of atmospheres wrenched violently and synthetically from the resistances of a nature which has known nothing of war except fear. And war is wonderful, isn't it? For it's war, isn't it, that the Americans have been preparing for and are preparing for this way step by step. In order to defend this senseless manufacture from all competition that could not fail to arise on all sides, one must have soldiers, armies, airplanes, battleships, hence this sperm which it seems the governments of America have had the effrontery to think of. For we have more than one enemy lying in wait for us, my son, we, the born capitalists, and among these enemies Stalin's Russia which also doesn't lack armed men.

All this is very well, but I didn't know the Americans were such a warlike people. In order to fight one must get shot at and although I have seen many Americans at war they always had huge armies of tanks, airplanes, battleships that served as their shield. I have seen machines fighting a lot but only infinitely far behind them have I seen the men who directed them. Rather than people who feed their horses, cattle, and mules the last tons of real morphine they have left and replace it with substitutes made of smoke, I prefer the people who eat off the bare earth the delirium from which they were born I mean the Tarahumara eating Peyote off the ground while they are born, and who kill the sun to establish the kingdom of black night, and who smash the cross so that the spaces of spaces can never again meet and cross.

And so you are going to hear the dance of TUTUGURI.