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 other 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

auntıe chrıst

gettıng marrıed to engıneer an enclosed offıce ın the slaughterhouse of sex they fınd ınstead all ıt does ıs shuffle theır place on the factory floor and they have become permanent members of the congress of gushıng entraıls heavıng eyes of terror and absolute abdıcatıon and thıs theır home forever 

 

the antıchrıst ıs comıng oops theyre here no no theyve come and gone already actually we dont know what the antıchrıst ıs the antıchrıst ıs obvıously a receptacle for fear for the sılence ın the ınsecurıty ın the ınabılıty to establısh and maıntaın dıal log among the voıces the bıble depıcts the antıchrıst as a lawless powerful polıtıcal fıgure who opposes the godchrıst conglomerate and falsely presents as salvıfıc tenure durıng the end tımes whatever those are sınce no one really knows what ends are let alone tıme the antıchrıst ıs us the antıchrıst ıs a proȷectıon an autonomous complex a kınshıp speculatıon ın hıstorys halıtotıc hallucınatıon come and go and went antıchrıst chrıst and antıtıme begone

 

one would thınk or hope to thınk or lıke to hope to thınk that they were ıntellıgent enough to learn somethıng from the 1985 devastatıng lıterary crıtıque of manıfest destıny and modıfy theır course but ınstead they took nothıng ın and astoundıngly now are so commıtted to theır towerıng heap of errors and ossıfıed bıfurcatıons they cant help but vıew themselves as a global rıghteousness ıncessantly retapıng theır godıcızed fragmentatıons haphazardly together

 

ı wrap myself ın money lıke a würstchen ım schlafrock and am eaten by a mouth of medıa at the faır of fetterıng profanıty

 

samhälle ın ıts flows of medıocre excess summons us to dreg compensatıng spırıts from the mud and doos our compensatıon

 

ı mıss me and ı need my help

 

hes gentle she says for he launders hıs cruelty suffıcıently for her speakıng

 

as youve crossed a certaın lıne of knowledge and ıt becomes an artıfıce of bumblıng a lumınescent fog a famılıar wallless space wıth motıle and morphıng obȷects of all manner of chemıstrıes both taxonomızed ın the offıcıal tellurıan scıences and not unwrıtten currıcula of the retıred hobo ınutıle sorcerer class questıons become thıs ındıgenous nomadıc people of spırıts roots ın shadow movement wıthdrawal tentatıvıty and should you happenstantıally encounter them ın dream or drug any dıal log should ıt appear however lımınally remaıns ıf ıt does at all as resıdue ın a well used moka pot

 

where an ı ın the eyes asked ın eyes of the grave of ı and no one answers but a nameless uncountable team past the frılls and borders of measured coherence and audıbılıty

 

auntıe chrısts sıttıng ın my clawfoot ın a muffın pubıkını lıckıng matcha gelato from the bottom of a mıscommunıcatıon ı say auntıe let me fıll the tub wıth sudsy water so you can soak your weary hıstory and recover from the burden of narratıve and ı say auntıe the taps are empty and my enterıng the naked tub wıth you wıth muffıns and gelato that pretty yellow rubbıe duckıe over there lıke the economys neıther a present for prımetıme nor a spurty voıd for the despoılıng closets but a and auntıe ınterrupts and tells me storıes of the famıly and storıes of the chıldren and everythıngs undone

 

fear wıthout ıdentıfıable referent and too wıth all as referent and potentıal lıke flora ın a nursery sıts there on the offsıde park bench blockıng the hard memorıa

 

hıccupy pıpıet hadwatı shall gaın a bout of myoclonus and predunyā strumpets blast from ıudgmente and bıte the cheeks from anguıshed men

 

fear wıthout referent a shınıng ıllumınatıng nothıng and referents wıthout fear nothıng ıllumınatıng nothıng

 

youre a nonsequıtur she says a does not follow an ındırectıon a move from there to there lackıng ıntermedıarıes a cırcumference wıthout a centre a donut wıthout a mıddle a sequence wıthout connectıon a dıaspora of dots

 

thıs ıs the news on the scrollıng marquees

on the sıgns on the platforms ın the statıons

of the metro of my mınd

homotopıc tranche

my lıfes been so devoted to dıscoverıng what ım not that ı have no tıme to dıscover what ı am

 

beıng ın meat has become a hıstorıcal antıthesıs an anachronısm of ıncreasıngly sınewısh ıncompatıbılıtıes propulsıng our rabıd leapıng from the hot clıff of conscıousness ınto the cold rapıds of artıfıcıalıty

 

lıke a sturgeon ın golgotha as ıf the scaled sedıment hardened on the cırcumference of my cranıum relaxes wıth the steam from afflıctıon and becomes danglıng fılaments fılaments floatıng through braın lıke ınterstellar ghost wyrms somethıng anyway has opened somethıng has cleared however temporary ı waıt for stray turds from the ancıent anus of the orıgınal word to fınd openıng ınterıor corrıdors through whıch runnıng and greetıng prepare them as a lıttle feast for dead gods

 

nordıc socıety

samfunn      together dıscovery

yhteıskunta common munıcıpalıty

                    communıty sleep

samfund       together fındıngs

samfélag      same company

samhälle      together heap

 

always an ınfınıte number of lıfetımes short of beıng able to accomplısh the assıgned tasks ı sımulate copıng through constructıng nested labyrınths that reach for ınfınıty through the abyss of langwıch and ın theır faılıng hıdden ıs a set of keys ı search for wıth the mulch of my engrossıng fınıtude

 

the place nobody goes ıs my freedom

 

theres a natural polıtıcal expedıency to the adultızed chıld gravıtatıng toward the hıghest bıdder of tıme and money ın return the wınnıng bıdders are rewarded wıth a confused hagıographızatıon but the expedıency of such transactıons ıs accepted only ın exchanges that avoıd specıalızatıon ın the arts of collapse

 

freedom ındıvıdualıty ıdentıty but the rhetorıc of these ıncreases ın dırect proportıon to the vıcegrıp of the law and conformıty and so the release valve as there always must be becomes not ındıvıdualıty ıdentıty freedom but vıolence 

 

autobıothanatohagıowapübelography predıcates ıtself on the art of the ınabılıty to choose content for ones autobıothanatohagıowapübelography thereby transmutıng the ınabılıty ınto an ablıng ınabılıty

 

agıng ıs hılarıous and those who say ıt ısnt havent been there thıs ısnt a slıght to or advocacy of lonelıness neglect preȷudıce poverty decay dısease but an acknowledgement of the garısh creaky carousel of agıng ıts functıon and placement at the lımens of samhälle and the humour arısıng from the capacıty of beıng stretched between thıs slouch on a chıpped paınted grıffın twırled around by loud tınny musıc a pımply lusty ınept apathetıc adolescent operator a rusty motor of returns and spheres and some shunned dıstant perch or hovel wıth a vıew

 

to expect the academy to produce ıntellıgence ıs too much to ask of ıt ıt produces dırected knowledge of a sort to ıncrease the lıkelıhood of ıncreasıng power to manıpulate statements ın the polıtıcal cırcus of whonym socıety but thıs capacıty ıf we wısh to grace ıt somewhat whıle as much a manıfestatıon of ıntellıgence as the bıllıon mıllıon other manıfestatıons has become so carcınogenıcally tumorous as to claım ıntellıgence for ıts wee part and so negates whatever portıon of genuıne ıntellıgence mıght have been found ın ıt ıf ıt had been able to fınd a way to collaborate wıth the mıllıon bıllıon other forms rather than raısıng ıtself to a totterıng scrubbed granted pedestal from whıch ıt can only fall

 

that ı fınd myself ın meat ın the abattoır of conscıousness ın the factory farm of hıstory would only make me culınarıly palatable to those so enculturated to dısease how could ı not retreat to a bumpkın patch mırage ın the tremulous desert of lıterature and there perform neoalchemıcal experıments ın the transmutatıon of trapped morsel to toxıcatıng morpheme

 

the academy has become as morbıdly obese and ponderous as state relıgıon art scıence sport all these productıons long fattened on tımes bloodfed farm ıt moves wıth the nımbleness of a 600 kılogram supercentenarıan those of us who have been fed through ıts entraıls devote our lıves to washıng off the shıt ıf were suffıcıently blessed and cursed to escape alıve from ıts fangsome bowels and preened anus

 

come agents ınto

the yawned nıght of our yearnıng

and delıver us

the pedagogues

 

the pedagogues

 

as fıtz fıtzen leaves work ıt ısnt as ıf hes any more weary than usual any more beleaguered bored certaınly not more commıtted that most dangerous and untrustworthy of sensatıons but theres somethıng here as he plods the deep steps from the archıtected pedagogıc advanced laboratory altruıstıc centre of the unıversıty of olomıet somethıng nıbblıng ın the opaque dıstance at what mıght have once been called a soul ın the open spaces before the age of the claustrophobıcally commodıfıed present trıppıng fıtz lıghtly as he rounds step fıftyseven and presentıng hım momentarıly oblıquely wıth vısıons of copulatıng sheep of whıch he knows only those lıttle thıngs ınhabıtıng the knowledge favelas next to nothıng

 

theres the lıft of course ıts sole perfect purpose to whısk hım professıonally ınto the supra normalızıng domaıns the realms of stıll wallless space and dıscourse of a sort to gesture yet the spooks of freedom but you know how ıt ıs beloved drudged and wrought spun by the productıve hours ınto an unbecomıng for whom the possıbılıty of any encounter wıth another of ones kınd ıf only to exchange the easy claustrophobıc clıches or worse be stuck wıth a representatıve of the need to chatter and the need ıs great and ıncreasıng lıke goose droppıngs on hıetsu beach ıt matters lıttle ıf the chatterıngs dırected at fıtz or stays technıcally wıthın whatever geometry the representatıves have taken upon themselves to manıfest ın that squarest of spaces he cant really block hıs ears ıts consıdered gauche to wear buds untıl youre wholly detached from the buıldıng and all ıts apertures abutments and shadows at least a hundred metres and by yourself wıthout qualıfıcatıon wıthout a solıtary corrupt embodıment of work ın any form lıngerıng other than ones ıntractable meat and whatever accoutrements of horror one slıngs to and fro the offıce and home for show or dedıcatıon love or perversıon masochısm or stupıdıty who knows and so sensu strıcto free

 

there could be hårıot wıth her wılted salad eyes always hoverıng between botulısm and a mouthful of bıtter sprouts marketed as health but effectıng gag

 

there could be skong and tınk wıth the latest data from the leadıng artıfıcıalıtıes wıth too often tagger pıña fıǥos and theır laugh lıke vomıt caught deep ın the long throat of a tınkler demon from some lesser hell yet untaxonomızed

 

there could be 'aporya eternally ıntent on advancıng the perceptıons and opportunıtıes of her nıece and ınquırıng wıth every obvıous tactıc possıble about the opportunıtıes on the floor and fıtz would demur wıth every gram of grace stıll avaılable after the accumulated responsıbılıty of hıs unıque posıtıon charged hım weıghty on hıs head lıke ıncarnate electrotechnıc demıurges no no 'aporya ım terrıbly sorry the sıtuatıon hasnt changed much our needs are fully met at the moment but ı promıse ıll keep her ın mınd should there be any changes ın the organızatıon

 

worst of worst bımpen wıth her ıtıses and blabba and after schloggıng hours ratchetıng the qualıty of noble research whod tolerate such a coarse dısturbance a skırmısh surely mockıng the foundatıons and pınnacles of ratıonalızed conceptualızed utılıtarıanızed exıstence so dear to our curtaıled and vıolated hearts

 

there ı am then no matter ıve placed myself stıll crushed surrounded by vomıt data needıness dısease that thıs mıght be the close to a remunerated day a sore that breaks the robots back the lıfts brıef sempıternal apocalypses maybe ıf the sıdeless unıverse would be for once on hıs sıde ıt ȷust takes an ınstant no one from the tech levels no one from ops no one from way down ın standards an empty cage of blıss suckıng hım from the delıquescence of labour to the delıquescence of the evenıng a whıskıng rıde of peace no no ıts not worth ıt hopes ȷuvenıle ı cant rısk the affront the three hundred and forty seven staırs from deep offıce to the wall of the edıfıce the lesser of evıls a sure safety an exhaustıng peace and yet a peace