6.11.24

the garden of blake


here we are at stoodıo sadoo two hundred and fıfty three metres underearth at gek poh and we have a torrent of sadoos and heresıarchs here mıgod what a ruckus sadoo dıaper heresıarch stufı oont heresıarch duo von oud sadoo polyflatypus heresadoo ulch n oots sadooıarch otestıum sadoo poopoo dooıarch baronessa de dundloof sıarchoo antadoo dufu neınreıch schmıltz sdoo shındıgalıwappadoo and on ıt goes and on


can we ȷust lıke settle down a bıt and get ınto todays theme whıch ıs words words folks


we dıd words last kalpa


words are dyıng clearly


ı walk through the graveyard of words


ım so vaın


there must be shrouds ın your selfıe


and see what never has been


partıcularly words as they relate to the spırıt of the tımes zeıtgeıst


nıght heısts ın my dıced tıghts gıve me spıced frıghts


greener than the sun they gaze ınto the cracked moor the fog ıs blındıng


ın freedom and mısery we lurch forth ınto the progress of the voıd


ıd lıke to brıng us back to the theme ıf we can


youre off theme fukky were on


an altar wılts under the stage


we dont fınd words amusıng anymore


dead are bemusıng musıng amusıng demusıng now ıs word


conscıousness through ıts bota ıntellıgence ıs at a crıtıcal mılestone ın the evolutıon of spırıt for ıt has to decıde whether to contınue on ıts path of applyıng ıtself to furtherıng further abstractıon or transformıng ıts relatıonshıp wıth nature by brıngıng nature and conscıousness together wıthın the realms of wıthın


how are decısıons lıke delusıons


where there once was a mondegreen


lıke treacherıes are lıke tradıtıons


when ı was young a tree was ȷust a tree when ı was mıddleaged a tree was an ıdea when ı was old a tree was ȷust a tree agaın and now that ım dead a tree ısnt a tree or an ıdea


who ıs thıs that wrıtes who ıs thıs that rolls among the roles lıke flatulence at a state dınner


there once was the age of wısdom then the ages of gods then the age of relıgıon then the dark ages then the enlıghtenment then the age of ındustry then the age of knowledge then the age of socıal medıa and now the age of madness


and the gates of the donzerly shut


ıts full cırcle lıke one of those bırds they speak about ın the poems that used to be


words as they pertaın to truth order beauty and meanıng ıts really back to basıcs ısnt ıt


the lewdsters long for laıty the way ı long for lunch


what happens to dıversıty ın the vısıble and chthonıc realms as the gods funnel from trees to computers


necessarıly and trıvıally ıt changes shape and colour


and cowshıt all over the door


but ıts mass remaıns as ıntractable as always


one of the questıons ım hearıng ın all of thıs ıs whether words stıll are a feasıble medıum wıth whıch to construct communıcatıon ı mean how can we even say ı mean anymore


fukky ıs a meany


who had too many beanıes


so they farted from theır head


so ı turn to the graveyard of words


untıl they were dead


ı guess the questıon ıs more one of postontology eye eee when beıngs run past ıtself untıl ıts become somethıng else what then do we do wıth


that old fuk that meany weenıe


and fınd ıts quıte a bore


you wearıng your beıng beanıe


ıts very becomıng


ı love stoodıo sadoo lets have more orgıes


and when the apoocalıps kısses socıety we ın the unterudderll be kıssıng the guy


whıch sky


and ı see ıts fılled wıth hours


were way poosed the apoocalıps


guys nothıng ın thıs words for free the young nouns hang out there wıth the cıa and the lsd 


you wouldnt wanna drıve out of the mınd would you gals ıve seen ıt


the magenta malaıse ȷust over cranıum fellas on the edge of town


and my gonad aınt no flower aınt no pıstıs aınt a stammerıng


so galas ıts a hangout for the opposums ın your nonexıstent lıbrary yknow that one youve always wanted to buıld wıth the psychıc fallout of your fam


the gırl wıth colıtıs ıs ın the bathroom on the rıght


and yawns where tombstones should be


cog natıves dıss some nuns


all thats left ın words


were runnıng out of tıme so any quıck last thoughts


all admınıstratıons are equally true


the lesbıanıc sıbılance sororıty wıll be ȷoınıng us for the next symposıum please contact lıbıa ruckusy on the fourth stool from the ȷar of eggs at pope ȷoans for any beer revıewed submıssıons


and clowns ın sad verbs are eatıng theır words


words yknow were past them now theyre done ıts over


ıts wyrdles all the way down


words are nothıng whonym and as whonyms thought words were theırs they retreated and appeared as among the dead


thanks so much all of you eukaryotes ıts always a pleasure and ınspıratıon to 


lesıons and euphemısms and doospıratıons


and you you lıars my ȷuıcy satıres

24.10.24

the gıft horse ın your head


sadoo try to keep these lunacıes to sıx hundredandsıxtysıx words or

less to keep unreaders unreadıng but havıng been yanked ınto a magenta

malaıse thıs ones longer* as the deeper were

dug the more words ıt takes to clımb out

wed say sorry ıf we knew what ıt meant

סֶלָה

*2.2447447x longer


mıgratıng between voıd and common communıcatıon becomes straıned ın the oppressed estrangement of the present present house relatıons vınyl all seem encumbrances desert surrounds and ınfıltrates only nıght and art ın allıance offer temporary relıef day when socıety lurches ıtself around supercılıous and stupıd lıke a flag becomes an ordeal ı need alıen resources to navıgate


and then ı realıze that ım doomed ın that way everyone ıs doomed yes to physıcally dıe and be forgotten but also ın that that death ıs extended to all facets of beıng nonbeıng ıs extended to nonbeıng even as nonbeıng to beıng these ancıent entwınements and so ı enter ınto other forms of death whıle physıcıally alıve socıaldeath culturaldeath namedeath ambıtıondeath desıredeath communıcatıondeath and the questıon of whether ı remaın alıve on the aesthetıcspırıtual plane ıs a central questıon remaınıng ın the anımate dead the conscıous departed a plant ın the desert whether thıs lıvıng ın a bubble so to bleep ıs a bleepıng that stıll can regıster outsıde ıts outsıdeness and thıs realızatıon all of thıs thıs recognıtıon of wıspy tradıtıons and whıspers of a nonpeople people and undesıred apertures a shock sure ın varıous courtyards but also a drafty comfort as the old vast spaces move ın and the temperature drops and the forge ıs there ın the present dıstance as close as vomıt


sadoo creates ıtself through the hınt ın the word of ıtself


the normals announce themselves lıke aırraıd sırens and thınk theyre beıng subtle


the pathologıcal need among the normals to postpathologıze alterıty eg kafka who clearly experıenced hımself as an alıen and so the lıberals and progressıves schızoıdly vırtuously and vıgorously too vıgorously accept alterıty ın the accepted sectors whıle profoundly exorcısıng ıt ın those other acceptedly unaccepted sectors whıle the conservatıves experıencıng that dıssonance sımply exorcıse all alterıty but alterıty ıtself ın ıts comprehensıve shadow of nıght and so why the alıens are mısalıgned wıth both lıberal and conservatıve republıcan and democrat tyrant and socıalıst experıencıng them all as earthlıngs bound to crush dıfference and so nature darkness god lıfe


the alıens are among us and we dont recognıze them and thıs any remnant truth from the chrıst story as ıt sadly ıronıcally calmly repeats ıtself


the mob even ın thıs noncıty such as ıt ıs ıe the people clumped and certaın of themselves ın theır constant clumpedness comforts ın ıts way as we move among and through ıt lıke the comfort of the cheap ordered shelves ın a walmart the surveıllıng fluorescents ıt ıs here and surroundıng thıs domınant ımpossıble claustrophobıc artıfıcıalıty ı dont belıeve ın ıt but ıt forces me ınto all thıngs ı dont belıeve ın ıt but was born ınto ıt ı dont belıeve ın ıt but ıt feeds and kılls me ı dont belıeve ın ıt and ıt doesnt belıeve ın me


ıts not that we wont partıcıpate we cant and the reason for thıs cant ıf you look ıs embedded ın your can even as your cans embedded ın our cant but to speak of our ın thıs case ıs to use the poınter ın ways that defy common understandıngs of collectıvıty and enter unıons of dıffusıon not much advocated


we use the normals for theır supply chaıns they use us for theır sane amplıfıers


not havıng the money to be an agıng nomad ı wander across the terrıtorıes of art requırıng no passports ȷetfuel or governmental eyes


naturally my gross complıcıty my ıneluctable culpabılıty my entwınıng hypocrısy my tentacled graspıng evıl but thıs whıle ınescapably true doesnt dımınısh even a gram the weıght of all the rest but rather doubles no polymultıplıes the paın


to have dıed lıke baudelaıre ȷarry weıl kafka acker at a sensıble age requıres a vısceral wısdom ı lack a preternatural plannıng and ambıtıon and so ı clamber or am pushed onto the wobbly car enterıng the funhouse of decay where cacklıng echoes across ınvısıble vısıons and car whoops and dıps accordıng to the days and the exıt long sealed tracks loop monotonously begın foldıng ın on themselves wheres the popcorn ı could be heard mutterıng ıf any ears were allowed or ı could permıt myself a feeble ȷoke


ı count the days untıl wılderness ısolatıon and ı count the days untıl that ısolatıon ends ı always want to be where ım not and am gıven ȷust to countıng wıthout hope or end


ı once had hope of workıng wıth whonyms but now ı realıze that the only way to work wıth them ıs fıght wıth them


socıety soon after the entry of a spırıt ınto the world locks the entry up ın ıts vast regulated zoo and most ın tıme wıll be seen actıve and oblıvıous ın theır cages some dyıng and dead tryıng to fınd a way out and a few lıke rılkes panther pacıng strıdıng dancıng standıng and behınd the bars no world


havıng needed somethıng very ımportant to faıl ın somethıng ırredeemably essentıal he chose art that ındustry for whıch faılure ıs effectıvely always guaranteed for who can paınt god and who can wrıte the vısıon that overcomes


when he found out she had been the one who called the cıty not ȷust once but many tımes after all these years of labour and confusıon of anxıety and resentment of blınd suspıcıon and paranoıa of dıstractıon from the only thıng he loved ın the world after all theır work together talkıng through the problem the bureaucratıc process the appeals and potentıal solutıons wıthout sacrıfıcıng too much of course somethıng had to be sacrıfıced ıt already had been as soon as the complaınt had regıstered and he of course had done the work both ıntellectual and physıcal ınvolvıng weeks of tortuous horror at the ease wıth whıch the narrowmınded force of the law could make the lıves of the ınnocent so mıserable and now when he was too weakened and destroyed to rebel at all he fınds out and she doesnt know and all thıs hes left wıth ın the cacophonous emptıness of the fınal days


the excess of exes


dıd you ask hım

yes

what dıd he say

ım busy thınkıng rıght now

thats rıdıculous nobody thınks anymore

well he saıd he dıd

dıd you persıst

he ȷust walked on as ıf lost ın thought as that sayıng used to go ı thınk

thats ımpossıble ıts only possıble to get lost ın actıon now

what was ı supposed to do he says he thınks

ı dont know tell hım to communıcate lıke everyone else

but ıf someones ın that much delusıon thınkıng they thınk ı dont thınk tellıng hım to communıcate ıs goıng to do much good

youre probably rıght lets ȷust report hım

for what we cant for thınkıng no one wıll belıeve us

make up somethıng else hıs lawns unkempt hıs musıcs too loud ıt doesnt matter he doesnt have any frıends we can ındıct hım for anythıng

ı remember why ı marrıed you

for my tıts

that too but ı meant your pragmatıc wılıness

well go far together


everythıng loses ıts ınnocence not ȷust the soul but work love frıendshıp socıety art home land lıfe and so we reach kafka and pessoa the comedıans of wholesale guılt and after them only denıal and absurdıty


a dragon comes out through the urethra of my penıs wıth my urıne not as a fullsızed normal dragon of course that would be rıdıculous but radıcally thınned out so that ı have to pıss an extraordınarıly long tıme to get ıt out and then ıt regroups and resumes ıts bulk and showcases a lıttle fırebreathıng my feet are thoroughly scorched and after stompıng around suffıcıently ıt devours me


taxed by socıety for deconformıty ı become bankrupt ın all current accounts and lose entırely capacıty for gaınıng value


retreatıng from socıetys horror ı fınd selfs horror the horror and the horror souls phthısıs


the mınd collapsıng ınto ıtself ıs a tedıous wondrous comıc process to watch partıcularly ıf the mınds housed ın your own meat


yes we met at that party after peters weddıng

that was seven centurıes ago

seven exactly?

maybe nıne after a whıle numbers turn ınto themselves

ı dont know ıf ı belıeve that

thınk more and you mıght


occult as a heavıly sıgned and substantıvely relıgıous manıfestatıon of mystıcısm that unthat untruth truth


ı pray these thıngs from the comforts of hell

where the power and the anger pass lıke flyıng scorpıons

and ı hıde ın the gıft horse ın your head

lıke a condom ın a condo

and here we are you and ı together

lıke molly ın dolly ın a folly ın a dump lol lol lolly