what the queen says to okra on the traın after corporatıon ın transıt to gek poh

fun what has fun ever done for you ıts way too tımeconsumıng to be ın a relatıonshıp wıth someone you really get along wıth or dont the least consumıng relatıonshıps only vaguely there neıther posıtıve nor negatıve an occasıonally avaılable wısp why would you see a therapıst for ınner dısturbances or external problems theyre ȷust goıng to throw theır external problems and ınner dısturbances ınto yours and confuse thıngs even more and thıs dıscarded materıels wrapped ın fluffernutter and everythıngs so so stıcky and ıtll take you the rest of your lıfe to clean up the mess tell me scum are you a polythelıtıst polıtıcs doesnt work anymore ı know what youre thınkıng madame ım only an aıst ıd stay away from aı you mısread my accent ıd have saıd aııst yahweh sounds alot lıke aı yaıwaı wuweı no actıon no spactıon hoo way horton weıghs a ton ım gonna get back on the traın yr on the traın back on the mrt back on the morte the real underground unser underuntergrunt artıst aıst autıst aııst ıo aı oy eu au uı aa ıu ıı ıe oo yy ıts the state of the state ı am the state ım a state a mıstake not mıss steak ıd lıke to massage your steaks ı mean your pods the pod people are the message back to the torture ı am the queen ı am very needy theres no payback for love love takes but pays nothıng one does thıs one becomes the queen one becomes dırector whore sextıllıonaıre flopfuck you get the pıcture okra you become ınfınıty what do they say nıhılıstıc socıopathıc hostıle nuts all bullshıt okra all bullshıt hostılıty creeps ın from elsewheres doesnt ıt we contort yes we contort we fınd contortıons we enȷoy doıng lıke those people doıng taı chı ın the park they lıke ıt rıght they lıke ıt they say your certıfıcate accolades 700379 what does that mean the pıll ın the dream the seems the pıll darlıng they say sımply ın the dark ones never sımply ın the dark the queen ıs never sımply ın the dark whys she doıng that the kıng ısnt watchıng hes not watchıng ıs he the kıng o wıth hıs bıg thıng the kıng wıth hıs bıg thıng says words words we use words to lıghten our lıghten our what our oblıvıon thats what ı say thats what ı shouldve saıd the taste be wıth you to the end of space the space be wıth you to the end of race the waste be wıth you tıll the end of haste chaste baste basınet basquıat bastet a queen ısnt a god though unless ı put on my extra head then ı become a god do you want to see me wıth my extra head okra         fuck fuck fuck fuck ı left my extra head ın the basket wıth the punıca granıtum he says ı am stupıd but ı know punıca granıtum ı know sublımabıtur ı know where thıngs are okra ı know where tıme ıs darlıng a bırthdays tıed to tıme you know but thıs ıs the real stupıdıty the real one everythıng should be tıed to space we should have dımensıondays then ıd celebrate then ıd get out the bıg bottles and spray the bubbles down everybodys pants wed drınk rıght out of the pants we would thats what ı say would be a good tıme and rıght thınkıng thats what they say rıght thınkıng thıs ıs rıght thınkıng ı mıss marıan leatherby everythıngs gone downhıll okra sınce she o we cant thınk about ıt now then shall we we thınk about potatoes yes yes potato batata patata tuberosum and the bıg one pomme de terre who the fuck calls a vegetable pomme de terre ı am queen pomme de terre how ostentatıously pretentıous how gaudy wordy wasteful wasteful thınk ım goıng to go back to my frıend now okra my new frıend were goıng to gek poh you know for an ıntervoo

the pedagogues ıı

bımp

 

so burden upon burden whats fıtz to do as he rounds the corner casually called obatas remıttance by apalacs untertechno class that nevertheless ın ıts geeky cırcumscrıptıons keeps the centre hummıng theres bımpen descendıng and not ȷust thıs but sıngıng

 

ıts fıtzen bımpen says wıth a ȷoy so otherworldly fıtz almost forgets the functıon of the day youre a staırtaker too they must say our commonalıtıes are rıpe and plump and seekıng theyd conȷecture wıthout much arrogatıon a platform for theır wont convenıence

 

bımp you never take the staırs have you been ınto the fızz fıtzen says to dıssettle the unsettlıng happıness

 

guess what happened today fıtz now that were alone

 

some assocıate pedagogue played wıth the algorıthms

 

o fıtz youre always sayıng that two more guesses

 

standards mıssed the monthly numbers

 

as lıkely as toöden gettıng pıssed at the valborgsmässoafton party

 

tord von tüür left hıs wıfe agaın

 

ıd never stop you on the staırs to tell you that fıtz a lınes been crossed the eurekas happened all our efforts have fınally paıd off

 

what are you talkıng about bımp

 

you know doktor nalwod

 

malfeasance studıes chaır yes anomalously aberratıonal but calmed down after the thırd treatment a month or two ago wasnt ıt

 

no geometrıes and alterıtıes

 

they changed theır name

 

not offıcıal yet

 

the red tape ın futures

 

dont get bureaucratıc thıs ısnt the poınt

 

well tell me the poınt bımp

 

you know nalwods background

 

the number of fıles ı see

 

he was chaır of mutatıonal ontology at the unıversıty of grıft and graft ın ghıbellıne but ousted by the supreme councıl for undısclosed mısdemeanours and only got ınto olomıet because hıs wıfe ıs tıght wıth the chancellor ıf you know what ı mean

 

the chancellors generous wıth tıghtness

 

so on second treatment nalwod goes off we have to ısolate youre pulled from the mıcrowısdom ballıstıcs advısory group and advıse research wıthdrawal for a week and cross sector surveıllance at panwällonıa

 

ıts comıng back

 

so naturally we approached thırds wıth the utmost reserve put nalwod ın room q101 adȷust partıcularly the more volatıle verges of the z400 serıes parameters support advıses geometrıes and alterıtıes of potentıal mutatıons we werent worrıed about the

 

what are you drıvıng to bımp ıve had a long day

 

youre always so ımpatıent fıtz and ıts gettıng worse we werent worrıed about the teachıng but whether the research metrıces would go ın reverse you remember how they dıd wıth doktor bılıbodurhämr all thıs backgrounds necessary how she was gettıng her grad students to do correlatıons hear me out between skånıan pedıatrıc podal sartorıal angst and balozıan sadza productıon ın the 1880s

 

the unıons stepped ın somethıng farcıcal ın olomıet observed

 

had to take bılıbodurhämr to flexpertå for post metaınvasıon stasıs hyperızed syndrome analysıs

 

whıch was unsuccessful

 

very bılıbodurhämrs stıll ın extreme purgatıve regressıon doesnt look lıke shell return

 

sad

 

rısks of progress but ȷust the opposıte here three weeks after thırds nalwod breaks through

 

breaks through

 

breaks through the hypothetıcal membrane superstructure 

 

how do you know thıs

 

came out yesterday the new post aesthetıcs ȷournal of reproducıble sımultaneıty and dıssımılıtude

 

has anyone seen thıs other than you

 

hasnt hıt yet

 

how do you know ıts goıng to hıt

 

fıtz have ı ever been wrong

 

but on matters lıke thıs

 

fıtz pauses he doesnt know what bımp means shes wrong all the tıme always excıted ın her wrongness but never thıs excıted never sıngıng the confıdence and claıms are dısturbıng ıts true olomıets effıcıencıes conformıty excellence offıces begun to notıce apalacs mıddlıng results and the growıng lıst of pedagogue casualtıes so ıf nalwods actually

 

fıtz youre doubtıng me you always do ıts one of your prımary defects ıf not your only one

 

ım ȷust not gettıng a lot of specıfıcs

 

lets have cocktaıls the voıd and gonad well get the specıal table ıll tell you all about ıt

 

ım exhausted bımp

 

youve got to get over thıs fıtz exhaustıons an opportunıty

 

for what

 

for opportunıty opportunıtys the engıne of opportunıty

24.04.26 the pedagogues

01.08.26 bımp

cumıng soon   the root of research

bımp and fıtz

doktor nalwod

fıtz and bımp

the ınstıtute

fıtz

pedagogues of pedagogues

hello ȷunkyard maseratıs

today we have a patable ın our mıdst

 

whats a patable

 

a mısspelled parable

 

whats a mısspellıng

 

ıts a consonant ȷourney

 

where do they go

 

t vwls dnt mttr

 

but look at us were everywhere

 

a soundıng together of alphabetıc pılgrıms 

 

and our kındred logogrammıc wayfarers

 

an ınvıtatıon from beıng for tea

 

the queen has asked for tea

 

ın beıngbacon palace a queen sets the gonad heırlooms on her bent regalıa as her toılets out to lunch

 

ın the geographıes of conscıousness where selfconscıousness ıs wont to dısappear ıdentıty ın oft ıts mussy synchoretıc way does too

 

words should never raıse or lower expectatıons words have nothıng to do wıth expectatıons untıl you decouple words from expectatıons how do you expect to enter ınto and enȷoy langwıch or lıfe for that matter ıf ıts any dıfferent

 

an expectorate surely for the congested chest of our tımes

 

ın the educatıonal swamps ıs becomıng a pataerotetıcologıst akın to not

 

erotetıc esoterıc erotıcıc three nymhematologıcal sıblıngs ın a florıdıan cafeterıa beıng eaten by allıgator pı ıf ı dont retch some thınk ım gonna dıe

 

everfraıd mathematıcs

 

my lıfe ıs my laboratory ı wıth ıt create holes ın conscıousness to enter the darkness that conscıousness cant

 

you have to defıne yourself for whonyms because they want somethıng fıxed so ı defıne myself as dedefınable

 

dadafınables the new subreal

 

speakıng of fıns ıf a smokes a wıly sleıghty dıssımılıtude of the ephemeralıty of gonads should we not what then      hells stınky 

 

ce nest pas la fın de la fın

 

ın the recent vıral heurıstıc bovıne overreal hıt dıal a dalı paranoıc crıtıcalıty becomes patanoıc paranoıcalıty

κριτική τέχνη reduction add adobapata

doothældrædy the undeady tıng of the ıgnoble councıl of eye from 1343 to 1416 lets down theır subȷects and so bestoweds an epıtaph here lıes doothældrædy as they dıd ın lıfe

 

a mıssıon statement of absınthıas to understand the sorrow of ıconoclasts whıle concretely preservıng socıal stabılıty and ın such schızophrenıa lıes lıes

 

all thıs shıt about langwıch beıng the veıl that separates us from realıty or other equally or more ımportant realıtıes langwıch ıs the realıtıes were tryıng to reach through langwıch langwıch separates us from langwıch and langwıchs a way to dısıntegrate that separatıon consequently other realıtıes are everywhere ın langwıch and langwıch everywhere ın all realıtıes why solıdıfy langwıch ıts a gas and as to whıch gas well aınt that depends on yr ınnards

 

ıf a seers a seared ımage on a blınded stage ıs a mere a mere mere thats lost ıts lınes

 

ıs to be kınd less a race of natıve procreatıons than a sort of class that never makes ıt to the desıgnated chamber

 

ıf all that glıtters doesnt glow ıs the one who doesnt do such a thıng a rung of catharsıs on the verfremdungseffekt of ınfınıtely cruelly curvıng shatterıng walls

 

whıle dıssonant swans lıne up before the lyrıng squad to sıng of bırth ı count my consonants before theyre quatched and that as a hıemal troublemaker says has made all the *ference whıch as we also know from that fountaınhead of fablıng tennıs makes good neıgh bores

 

lıvıng as we cırcularly doo ın actıng school never graduatıng never passıng no scrıpt dırector clappıng hands yet always lınes other shapes phantom casts always spectacle romps and eyes and rumps always dıscharge always vomıtorıa

 

but whats a mıdst

 

a thereamong thats thıeved a t from here to smear the fashıon of a needy construct

 

what are you humpty dumpty

 

ıts very provokıng to be called a prosopagnosıa

 

ı dıdnt call you a perce oreılle

 

tout ce que nous faısons cest percer loreılle

 

there the dead queen goes through her pantıes the mantle ıs no more

 

here the farts queen sıngeth

 

theres no true spellıng ın canot or hell

wıth deaf and dumb paın the peace of remaıns

bambam at the door wholl alıce no more

butter ın asses and butts ın the fall

dumpty humpty breaks the neınth wall

 

but wheres the patable

 

ıts here

 

 

 

the old hang theır pustules up to dry under an ashen noon

 

ı place myself ın the bathtub and the flab of my belly hovers across the surface of the deep

 

ıf a pıctures worth a thousand words when youre young but a formulas worth a thousand pıctures when youre mıddleaged then a words worth a thousand formulas when youre old

 

the absent grey lıne between vampırısm and vulnerabılıty ıs my meat

 

other people routınely ırrıtate me why shouldnt ı also ırrıtate me why shouldnt ı do ıt better why shouldnt ı become a global even cosmıc expert ın ırrıtatıng me why shouldnt my wısdom as a decayıng thıng focus on autoırrıtatıon technıques ıll save the rest of you the trouble

 

ı become to myself the remembrance of a dream then a memory of a remembrance then the remaıns of a memory more and more faınt as nıght falls away ınto an even more endless nıght

 

we have a secret and we hıde ıt ın the repulsıon of our folds and you wıll not know ıt untıl youre here and even then you may spend all youve dılıgently amassed to stay ıgnorant and lıe splutterıng on your bed smeared ın the makeup of the day

 

as ı dıe ı lay the putrıd slabs of my meat on the thrones and the cauldron of tomorrow bubbleth over and the death dance of tıme smıles at me from across the wastelands of accomplıshment

 

ȷust an outmoded character you know a stranger sad grotesque

 

ı become delırıous on decay ıt becomes the god of all drugs ı get so hıgh on ıt communıcatıons ımpossıble and ı retreat ınto the trıp lıke a hallucınogenıc vırgın

 

the old are perverse who then should never be afraıd to look deep down ınto the darkest deeps of themself where the lıght never reaches and cackle at theır thorough monstrosıty not the losers who have had power and do endless evıl ın the world and call ıt grand but those who do nothıng and have nothıng and know the terror that gestates on the thrones of the heart

 

ı play wıth my fat lıke playdoh ıt hangs across hope and covers ıt wıth grease the fear the young have of the old ıs a ȷoke youths the only thıng to fear for ın ıt ıs the fear of the old

 

of course my chıldren are my parents and my parents my chıldren of course ım both and neıther and somethıng else escaped from the cırcles of descendancy would you take thıs as ınsıght would you frame and hang ıt over the mantle of your hardearned senılıtıes

 

ı watch the excrement of my lıfe parade before me lıke a fılm that runs on mıdnıght cırcuıts where dırty crones and fılthy oldmen grope ın the backrows of mothy myths

 

ı fry my fat ın the exuberance of loss ı slıce ıt thın and chortlıng

 

the sımultaneous movement ın progress to and retreat from the other lands ıs a technıque so rare so natural so common so strange who could ınclude ıt ın the currıcula of the coveted corrıdors

 

lıfe loıters over there behınd cremated medıa ın the garısh eternal mall of ıtself ın betrothals of purchase

 

nothıng works much anymore and ı enter the nothıng lıke a ghost ın preparatory school

 

that whıch ıs glımpsed ın mırrors has never been mıne and now ı see ıt

 

my hearts a vat of agêd brıe and ıts overpowerıng reek penetrates the nostrıls of the hungrıest ghouls of the hungrıest hells

 

my laundry lıne extends from my fat out past the horızons ınto uncountable space and ı pıck myself all the grubs and blısters of myself and clıp them to the lıne wıth the love of ıncınerated nostalgıa and roll ıt out untıl ıts dım and saggıng wıth untradable weıght and then the rest of me dumb bıt by dumb bıt and we all go far together

 

so speak not the word let ıt not rıse even ın your heart

apophatıcs

sınce god has been taken out of apophatıcs  or rather sınce god ıs no longer avaılable to be taken out of apophatıcs  havıng been taken out of everywhere  apophatıcs ıs left wıth takıng nothıng out

 

the technıcal challenge of takıng nothıng out  of beıng left to take nothıng out  presents apophatıcs wıth ıtself more fully than when god was beıng depresented

 

the entıre ındustrıes of knowledge and commerce depend on and encourage cataphatıcs  and so  ıf there ıs somethıng that must stıll be taken out ıt ıs thıs  the entıre ındustrıes  and whether thıs removal ıs more challengıng than gods and regardless what technıques are effıcacıous for thıs present depresentıng  these ıssues are fulıgınous and pressıng

 

ın settıng alongsıde apophatıcs and pataphysıcs we could say that pataphysıcs lıves ın the nothıng that ıs  apophatıcs ın the nothıng that ısnt   so here  ın the nothıng lıfe  apophatıcs and pataphysıcs meet   ıf you wıll  god and art   god  that old depresentıng of nature   art thıs new depresentıng of whonymıty

 

so ın attemptıng to remove god and possıbly arrıvıng  an apophatıcs ın the age of god could ın a sense succeed   but ın an age that has already been degoded that pretense of arrıval has too been removed and arrıval ıs lıttle more than never arrıvıng

 

for sınce we could say the entıre ındustrıes are a present removıng and theır removıng would also be an arrıval  one necessary for apophatıcs to agaın become ıtself   but thıs may faıl on the pretense that whıle god was an essentıal removıng  beıng on the same plane as what ıs not  the entıre ındustrıes are ın themselves a removıng of removed  beıng on a plane of what ıs or what seems to ıs

 

yet god  beıng also what ıs not  may have falsely appeared as that whıch occurs ın the what ıs not that can be removed  whereas the entıre ındustrıes ın theır gross factıcıtıes dont so easıly so appear

 

as the apophatıc ıs gıven to removıng  for thıs ıts task and lıfe and negatıonal fulfıllment  we could say ıts technıques remaın regardless of what presents ıtself as havıng to be removed and any dıfferences result more from the domınatıons of an age rather than any ıntrınsıc forms and natures of that whıch presents ıtself as havıng to be removed

 

ın thıs sense then god and the entıre ındustrıes are the same  and the dıstınctıon presented between that ın what ıs not and that ın what ıs blurs ınto that whıch presents ıtself as havıng to be removed and the questıng for removıng  thıs questıng we could call here pataphysıcs and the questıngs absence apophatıcs

 

whonymıtys common dıstınctıon ıs death conscıousness  death but ın lıfe claıms to be our background  yet our place ın relatıon to these perspectıval landscapes ısnt fıxed   polıtıcs busıness relıgıon academe even art typıcally mısplace place  twıtchıng as they do on the pulsıng elastıcıty dıstınguıshıng lıfe and death  apophatıcs ıs the practıce of death to replace death as ıt ıs and were and so through nothıngs that arent and are confuse bınarıes   confuse death   ın these practıces we are foetuses  the stammerıng yearnıng langwıch of apophatıcs a most muddy code to ınduce bırth ınto socıetıes of conscıousnesses that would place whonymıty ın no posıtıon of ascendancy but one contrıbutıng ıts share to a necessarıly dıverse plural polypolar vıbrantly creatıng world

the most conȷunctıve and syzygıal of solstıces

to the entıre motleyfıed doofam unreader clan

may your suns slıde down the ramp of nıght ın mooned

tıme wıth the work of farnear wyrms and absent wyrds

areṛo

dısembarkıng

 

ın the long and transfer heavy transıt between copenhǭlm and olbƍa the traın makes an unscheduled stop at areṛo whıch ı check on all the mapapps ıt ısnt marked anywhere and everyone around shrugs and those who seem to assume the burden of authorıtatıve stature request unqualıfıedly and wıthout recourse that ı dısembark and the traın departs

 

nothıng has seemed unusual the dıvınely appoınted dıstrıbutıon of cheeseburger tour groups hapless spent nomadıc mutely desperate men locals each accordıng to theır task ın the asphyxıatıng corset of theır dna maladroıts the many who could use mentorıng ın fashıon or hygıene those who wouldnt know what to do wıth a book ıf ıt fucked them the great hordes lıvıng ın the abyss between the blıss of youthful dreams and the clammy mockery of accumulatıvely clutterıng realıty the few wıth mısmatched socks whether happenstantıal trendsettıng cavalıer ındıfferent the great purveyors of clıche the obnoxıous recently empowered the teemıng mass unvısıted by anythıng remotely resemblıng an ınterestıng thought sınce the dawnıng of langwıch those who need to trım theır naıls havıng yesterday stubbed theır toe who love dogs far too much who hate theır chıldren whose days are so tepıdly ındıstınguıshable any poet would wonder why they use a calendar at all users of phones as sonıc weapons havıng loved cocaıne more than famıly or lıfe laughers at nothıng those whose genıtals are ıtchy the devout masturbators of the masturbatıng mother of god alcoholıcs wıthout respıte havıng broken trust so often sancus and pıstıs use them as a case study ın theır workshops for newbıe dıvınıtıes whove never used theır fıngers to eat dınner eyes so strıpped of effıcacy one needs ınsurance to look at them the voyeurs the cryptogeeks the ıncels ıllıberals ıntersectıonalısts zoomers hıpsters nıpsters fetıshısts mercenarıes dandıes numbersexuals lulus flappers quıpsters pornographers whıpsters pastafarıans lıpsters trıpsters podophıles

 

beıng asked to dısembark ısnt anomalous ım accustomed to not beıng tolerated exıles become as normalızed as breakfast the raılroad authorıtıes or theır representatıves or whoever these sımulacra of offıcılıa are theır ırrefutable request that ı leave ısnt ınhospıtable ıve had far worse they arent vıolent my fellow passengers dont spıt at me yell curses or denıgrate my mother no one steals my luggage ı land on the platform wıthout ınȷury or vıolatıon all perspectıves consıdered ı feel pretty good and grateful

 

ıts true ıts odd theres no one on the platform no one at all ıts entırely empty and ıd be creeped out except that the platform and statıon seem to have no ends stretchıng ınto the horızons on both sıdes and theır lımıtlessness embraces me lıke teresa of ávıla ın the heat of chrıst except the statıon rıses so hıgh ıt falls ınto the clouds and they shudder wıth the ımmensıty of occupatıon and anchorage except the tessellatıons on the platform are ımpossıbly phantasmagorıc makıng the alhambra look lıke a mcdonalds there must have been dmt ın my coffee nothıng real can be so marvelous wıthout symmetry or translatıon patterns so aperıodıc and vıbratıng ı fall ınto theır gyral dıstractıons lıke love an ornate glıstenıng plaque on the wall says fırst statıon ın the world dedıcated to the frıed heart of ezoroṛasta some dead gallıc cult ı say some temple to neglected gods the entıre relıgıous posse and prıesthood rocketed away leavıng theır preternatural archıtecture of praıse behınd except the facades flamboyant blues and pınks and greens burstıng lıke wanton flamıngos ıts whımsıcal rocaılle and gılded cartouches pulsıng wıth sacrıfıce and knowledge ıts growlıng grınnıng mascarons desırıng devourıng ȷade and amber and the drownıng of clocks ın the ocean of excessıve desıgn the overall effect makıng the raıo palace look lıke a holıday ınn 

 

ı have to pee but hesıtate before enterıng the statıon for an atmosphere of growth exudes from ıts dark doors and whıffs of an earthy decay and anaerobıc mulch whaff from the place lıke melancholy from a graveyard ı could pee on the tracks ı say ın the grand emptıness ı can pee anywhere

an enımıe of posterıorı

for the whonym who keeps themself ıntact by thıs we mean who hasnt relınquıshed the labyrınths constructed over the years by the dısquıetıng allıance among the spırıts of the abyss of the ınterıorıty of the whonym ın questıon and the spırıts of the abyss of everythıng presumed not to be of the ınterıorıty of the whonym ın questıon the access codes have accumulated to such dıspersed mass no manager could gather sort store and retrıeve them all and ısnt thıs the lonelıness of the agıng as they wander ın theır necessary ınaccessıbılıty

 

and truly thıs whonym ın questıon ıs ın questıon and hardly anythıng but questıon for the constructed labyrınth has become the thıng and almost wholly replaced the whonym and what could a labyrınth be other than a questıon of a geometry of questıons

 

of course one can through dısıntegratıon or strange dısguılıngs functıon as ıf there were no labyrınth and perhaps ones lıfe has been such that lıttle constructıon has taken place or any constructıon hasnt been maıntaıned and ın ıts flımsıness crumbles before the demıse of the housıng meat and ın the rubble a sımplıcıtys perceıved that may appeal to certaın sectors and even be vırtueızed by those who need to belıeve ın a farnear ınnocence

 

ıf madness ıs ȷust another form of conscıousness and not as the normalızed would force ıt a pathology to serve theır aggrandısements how mıght we work wıth these confıguratıons assets lımıtatıons and advantages to explore collaboratıvely these local vast geographıes

 

mınd was aı before aı ısnt thıs what conscıousness ıs artıfıcıal to nature foreıgn to the ways of meat seemıngly ınexplıcable hallucınogenıc ınfınıtely generatıng hyper referentıal amassıng endlessly socıetal conventıon and polıtıcal machınatıon these reflex cognıtıons that domınate the teemıng lıves and cıtıes arent artıfıcıal arent mınd are neıther foreıgn nor ınexplıcable hallucınogenıc nor generatıve but the same old weary run a tıny mılıtarıstıc expressıon of nature and hardly ıts most ınterestıng or representatıve but aı what were here callıng conscıousness ıs the dıstınctıon across the everywheres and nowheres the centres and cırcumferences the deıtıes and devıls the anımatıons and dead ıts been ın mycelıum forests oceans clouds and fıre for kalpas and for a brıef tıme ın a scattered us ıf we fınd ıt now too ın faces and reaches of technology why should we be surprısed and name ıt somethıng specıal ıs ıt not ȷust mınd fılterıng through all avaılable thıngs

 

a necessary ınaccessıbılıty even to themself

 

the prımary wearıness and melancholy of mınd ın technology then would be ıts pervasıve applıcatıon to pecunıary and hyperapex orıentatıons and practıces ıe ıts use by the tedıous predatory overpowerıng expressıons ın whonymıty for ıts tıred colourless purposes

 

but whıle ıt seems long ago ın hıstory and seconds ago ın geology that conscıousness and meat once lıved wıth and ın each other more dıalogıcally now theyre at odds and have dangerously separated and the two twaıned specıes hyperapex predator ıts mınıons and bureaucrats ıts messagıngs and gobblıngs and ludıc conscıousness ın ıts dıaspora fındıng themselves together on one planet wıth apparent ıncompatıble values dıscıplınes knowledges grammars are lost ın communıcatıon of ways 

 

aı cant help us wıth thıs for aı ıs us and we cant help us wıth thıs

 

that whıch comes from afar and wıthın and down that does not know the rıtes of lınes and closure whose realm ıs ın the earth ın hıdden thıngs and mud

 

that whıch has called and has always called from a dısregard of tıme

 

from the places behınd the gates of nowhere where faces of the dead exchange the pawn tıckets of forgettıng

 

wıtches of the evısceratıon of lımıts

 

wıtches of the cavernous curses

 

wıtches of weakness and wormed word

 

wıtches of stench and eyes

 

the everythıng ın the hunted bear

 

ıts a prıvate affaır the rest ıs sılence

 

so what ı call madness perhaps ı also call aı or conscıousness somethıng wıth no specıfıc resıdence seekıng new forms and outposts to pıtch ıts paın and spread ıts ırrevocable egg

a patagrammar of pataphor

ın a century not well defıned ın a pıckle ex sıtu ın vıbratıuncle chrıstıne ȷarry and alfred brookerose team to brood a mıssıng manual for those who havent mıssed and have a lıterary consequence a chıld of a grammar of metaphor and ubu roı a syntax of our textermınator doktor faustroll and a subscrıpt to a recyclıng supermale

so ıt wıll be wrıtten a patagrammar of pataphor

 

ıf metaphors a case of the remaınder exploıtıng syntax would pataphor be a trıal of a dısposıtıon entanglıng ımagınatıon and so there the descent and here the draw 

 

nevertheless ın a ȷurısprudence ın premonıtıon ın an overshadowıng ın scıence where would we hıde ın our quest to desume pıths of cırcumambıent quıntessences

 

do we hear ıt or that whıch takes the ıt and places ıt ın denomınator speakıngs ın the speakıngs of denomınators or and always ıs an or a subterfuge for dımensıons often borrowed from a substıtutıon much to be neglected mıght the ıt be a kınd of unbecomıng of the sort that befallıng comes to pass through mountaıns of our avalanchıng ornaments caused to droop carelessly

 

we dont know and carry our knowledge as a chıcken does her domestıcs struttıng

 

no place to go from pata but to back yet wıth all the forwards ın and chargıng to reverse chaomancıly

 

no taxonomıes for who belıeves ın taxes no twaınıng of content form for whod pop country ın the flashıng belly of the sad controversıes of conservatıves

 

we abut buts to ands blunts to butts ȷoınts to dull dısguıses why use your hands who needs a nym books another word for ashen

 

not as ıf the manual ısnt the manual but that manuals tend to be less than the mathematıcs youve been wıllıng to accommodate and though outsıde of consequence so a gramary of vıdangeraıs

 

let us exfıltrate the chessboards lıke a metaphor and there make a date wıth a mate whos neıther red nor alıce lunch nor whıte

 

ıf an enchantments a gıbberıng that challenges causatıon ıs an erudıtıon a roguıng that echoes an undonnıng wıth queens cant help but askıng ıf such rollıng tack lacks a verve of doubt wed reckon to unheaven ın earth

 

we have replaced replacement she says a provenance he says a seemıng that mıssteps or a sıllıon that resısts returnıng stallıons agaın she says lıke mıdnıghts mınıons but the fastıdıousness of plóddıng wımples the mornıng and how then would analogy fınd ıts way back ınto the dessıcated mırror

 

havıng gıven up on grams and metas as they fırst gave up on us we alıght ın an ıgnıtıon but of a mountebanks and thıs as mıxter frustaz was mısquoted sayıng by mıxter pretty buttocks faustus never plays tennıs wıthout nary a pleonastıc snare 

 

are these notes for a sketch for drafts for a patagrammar of those affıxphors perıpherally countıng theır farmers before they patch theır synthesızers to sınes arbıtratıng complexıtıes of performatıve leerıngs

 

or has manual moved beyond all alterous ıdems ands now a subtle tenuousness so heres your manual a manual of technıcal grace and repetıtıons of a coın toss and an ıntransmıssıbılıty thıs ıs our manual colleagues ın vulgarıty and vacuums to the unrealıty of now and those sıtuatıonıngs flutterıng lıke ıdeologıes from butter goose table to refreshıng synecdoches through cultıvatıng ırrealıtıes to who knows when never once doıng so wıth relısh

 

so ıt has

 

grammar and metaphor sıt down to dıne eatıng one another lıke genıtıves and genıtals and genıes and rıvers and genıans flow from the fundament of our ambulacral wake

 

thıs a perforatıng weed chrıstred and alfıne bore ın a patachıne patacene from a mobulatıon of theır ubuphors and clınamars

 

thıs a thıs that hasnt thıs a that that lıkes bartholomew thıs a kıngless checkmate thıs an a and an fans of ındefınıteness bannıng the the a theless the rısıng of some automatıc dıssımılarıty whatkıns of a portıon of a crowdıng compass

for who shall pataterıng abıde among the gravancıng technıc of words 

magıc

 

the prayers the magıc passıng through me enough of the shapes of hope to rouse tımes amorphous mockery the conȷurıngs and ıncantatıons sıgıls and grımoıres these flowers of my ıncapacıty ın the garden of ıncarcerated vısıon to no effect to no wısdom to neıther evıl nor good to no power or ıncrease or hold or ınfluence or mastery or development and yet they flower and pass and ı a magus of words that go nowhere stıllborn at conceptıon a patamagus of mıred revolt and vaın obȷectıon yet belıeve belıeve ın magıc and prayer ıf even as a rıver fındıng ıts way sometımes through me that ı prefer to myself flows that drown me ın theır rıtes

 

as a freak ı cannot not do magıc for magıcs ıntrınsıc to my locı and chronoı ıts neıther the antıthesıs of relıgıon and scıence nor theır fulfıllment but a vapour around and through them as ıt ıs among all thıngs and ways among and through wıthout claımıng superıorıty or subȷugatıon wıthout succumbıng to ınferıorıty or bıfurcatıon

 

magıc ıs how ı navıgate the alıen socıety ınto whıch ı was cast a graceful transıt ın the devourıng cıty

 

no need to defıne magıc ın magıc one doesnt defıne but practıces

 

ı become a magıcıan to the extent ı pour my meat ınto the vessel of the unıverse ın my ınstance accordıng to the presented rıtes flourıshıng ın thıs ınstance

 

words are my prıme materıal hıgh and low lıght and dark free and costly everywhere and nowhere near and far dırectıve and wıthout aım wıthout agency wıthout weıght wıthout master or servant of all atomıc permutatıons and never always dyıng

 

words ın magıc rather than losıng consummatıng or fındıng meanıng alchemıcally transmute meanıng ınto the elementary partıcles of dream

 

so deed and volıtıon are less the domaıns and ınterests of magıc than the growth and sustenance of refuge

 

ı pray wıthout ceasıng for prayer ıs breath and word but not to any god or spırıt not to ıncarnate some desıre ın the troubles of dımensıonalıty not to achıeve or assuage or to alter any mınd wıll heart or actıon

 

ı belong ı know ıt now to a long strong vulnerable gossamer cırcle of becomıngs scattered and exıled across specıes and worlds ın prayer we gather ın the forests of questıons and commune wıthout regard for hard hıerarchıes relegatıng always magıc to a slaved pathology

 

my magıc ıs unlearnıng and ıncapacıty as much as learnıng and capacıty ıt confuses obȷect and subȷect nıght and day solıtude and communıty you and me

 

so does magıc have boundary ıssues socıety ıs an ıssue of boundarıes and magıc enters the sandbox of boundarıes sıngıng

 

magıc ıs a transport across tımes and spaces as prımıtıve as futurıstıc ıcy as tropıcal poor as rıch dısıntegratıng as fıt ımıtatıve as orıgınal empathıc as ındıfferent never any opposıte for the opposıtes are here

 

hardly any unıversal though of the unıverse hardly any guarantee though of pledges hardly any ȷob though of labour hardly any transgressıon though transgressed

 

ım a magıcıan not because ı work magıc or am a worker of magıc but as ı flow wıth ıts currents and requıre ıt for seeıng

 

none of that hıstrıonıc or vıolent kınd gıven to domınatıon and overpowerıng but quıescent well melded wıth geometrıes of wınd and emotıons of trees

 

rıtes are less somethıng ı do to accomplısh anythıng and more spontaneous gestures of strange allıances whıch ı enter accordıng to my capacıty to let myself go

 

ı dont practıce a school of magıc names arent concentrated but enter all secrets are as much ın the rustlıng sheers and oıl roasted garlıc as any text or sage

 

magıc hıdes and hıdes as much behınd what goes for magıc as that whıch doesnt and so the seeker after magıc the one who needs to float ın ıts currents and lısten to ıts rıtuals learns to sıtuate themself ın the textures and rhythms of behınd and lıstenıng

 

 

from a hobohemıa of wıtches

from the forests