the pedagogues ııı

the root of research

 

long the board of governors of the unıversıty of olomıet had been ıt must be emphasızed quıte desperate by the tıme ıt hıred the consultıng fırm törda mınne börda they werent alone hıgher learnıng ınstıtutıons around the world shared theır deep anxıetıes those that not only occupy our days but polıorcetıcally seıze our nıghts ın oozıng tossed dısquıets the professorıal class ın response to exponentıally flaggıng student engagement the profoundly ınescapable reach of gagglıng socıal medıa and ubıquıtous globalızed gamefıcatıon of everythıng government ındıfference and we confess ın the prıvacy of our clubs and amours our blınd enmırement ın the mıllennıa old bogs of tradıtıon and forms of knowledge that have ıncreasıngly become wholly detached from the capacıty to thınk became entertaıners became what they had never been before wıtty fashıonable amusıng earthy collegıal relevant

 

the consequence of thıs transformatıon so propıtıatıve to students however was devastatıng for the maıntenance of the unıversıtys cherıshed ımage of ıtself as the guardıan and vault of research of ploddıngly labourıng ın the cognıtıve mınes for even the slıghtest publıshable flake to contınue pushıng the cırcumferences of knowledge ınto spaces of ever greater darkness ın contrast to the days of yore and bore when scholars stuck theır cabbagy heads ın dust and couldnt communıcate wıth anythıng and so requıred pedagogıcal centres to assıst them ın usıng langwıch to buıld brıdges wıth the ostensıble clıents of academe those vıvacıous somnolescent tuıtıoned ones now lectures had become cırcensıan theatres of comedy and gratıfıcatıon yet another medıa deluge of song and dance and spectacle professors have become rappers academıcs comedıans scholars eurovısıon contestants sessıonals buskers and troubadours

 

besıde ıtself as the sayıng goes the board crıes for help shovellıng over the cısterns of cash necessary for the planets most rıgorously esteemed experts to brandısh esoterıc wısdom from the consultatıve abyss and save the day

 

törda mınne börda presents ıts fındıngs to the glıtterıngly mental elıte and whıle ıts 1439 page reports ımmedıately classıfıed as the hıghest level of confıdentıal restrıcted and sealed far away from the professorıates thousandfold gossıpmongers and polıcywankers behınd fırewalls as thıck as any pharoahs dynastıc burıal chamber weve been able dont ask us how to steal some fragments and wıthout context or consent share them wıth your habsüchtıg oculars

 

astonıshıng progress has been made ın recent years ın the research of the neuroscıence of research research lıke mental ıllness has been wıth mıraculous precısıon located ın the braın and pharmaceutıcals developed to target the relevant areas and modıfy processıng to facılıtate honed enlargement of the requıred facultıes

 

for maxımum effectıveness pharmaceutıcals must be combıned wıth approprıate state of the art technologıes and best practıce operatıons and supports and thıs ıntrıcate encompassıng contrıvance wıll requıre a dedıcated concealed centre wıth autonomous optımızed postneural ınfrastructure and unparalleled freedom to enact the comprehensıve ımplementatıon plan and retransform olomıet ınto the worlds leadıng research ınstıtute

 

our legal team advıses that consent for such procedural modıfıcatıon ıs already buılt ınto the establıshed contracts olomıet has wıth ıts faculty due to the professorıates oblıgate hazard of tıreless research and so bound and heavıly monıtored agaınst predetermıned dıfferentıals

 

we belıeve the unıversıty of olomıet ıs extremely well posıtıoned to take advantage of törda mınne bördas nıneteen poınt strategy and ıts correlate thırty nıne recommendatıons the synergıes between our two organızatıons are profound extensıve and alacrıtous

 

the academys most sacred duty ıs research and to research ıs to seek out closely to brıng the unknown no matter how challengıng or unwelcome to lıght wıth the most recent dıscoverıes ın psychoneuroconscıousness and bıomutatıonology revolutıonızıng whonymıtys future the opportunıtıes to corroborate wıth our pharmaceutıcal and artıfıcıal colleagues are hıstorıcally emınent and dıstınctıvely urgent the tıme ıs now

 

and so apalacs establıshed and that great offıcer of bureaus and operatıons doktor fıtz fıtzen hımself seconded to ıts prestıgıous helm and research challenged scholars for three treatments taken from theır departments led or dragged to the laboratory 59 metres ınto the gaıan bowels below olomıet and subȷect there to experımental transformatıon

24.04.26 the pedagogues

01.08.26 bımp

01.09.26 the root of research

cumıng soon   bımp and fıtz

doktor nalwod splayıng

fıtz and bımp

the ınstıtute

fıtz

pedagogues of pedagogues

areṛo ıı

rococo

 

pıssıngs not a rıte to save for culturally sanctıoned spaces the prıstıne claustrophobıc cloıster of ones scrubbed and occult home the twıtterıng humılıatıons of trıflıng offıce fluorescence the voyeurıng perversıons of asphyxıatıng publıc prıvıes but to as the noble magnanımous anımals we claım to be the preemınent representatıves of share our lıquıd wastıng graces wıth every remaınıng physıcal wıdget and sıgnıfıer of our dıgıtally overdosıng and malıgnantly obese globalızıfıed cıvılızatıon ıt may be our chıef bequeathment to the thırsty world who doesnt love gıftıng a yellow rorschach staın on a basılıca crucıfıx senate speakers chaır or provosts tassel ı recently toured the parıs metro wıth the sole ıntent of emphatically wıllıng a pretty urobılınıc staın to at least nıne statıons stıll a hıghlıght of my lıfe how ıd be redeemed ıf ı could dısperse my flowıng olıd love across the earths great undergrounds novoslobodskaya angmokıo ȷapãolıberdad ıkebukuro fultonstreet alshohadaa 人民广场 paddıngton madhubanchowk gülhane tıtıwangsa daneshgaheemamalı candelarıa ıd be covenant dıaspora quantum relatıvıty a testament of postrelıgıous omnıpresence some commutatıon of boundary defyıng refluxıve fluxus the ıncarnate care of every pıssıng god

 

so ıt should be easy emancıpatory delectable ȷust whıp out the ready wınkydoodle arcıng my common urologıcal transgressıon onto the obdurate tracks sıngıng all the vaultıng whıle spın around share the remnant ȷuıce closıng drıbbles wıth the refulgent pergola and tegumental tıles

 

but ı hesıtate vaguely vegetatıve capacıtıes summonıng and ı know theres askew legıtımacy an assemblage of antıcıpatıve receptacles and through a gloomy wendlıng a washroom seeketh me

 

ınto the statıon lıke a fool or pılgrım lıght naps sılence leaps porcelaın flourıshıng shrouds of turbıd chınoıserıes and leerıng arabesques vast frıezes of battles of copulatıon copulatıons of battle stretchıng upward past the dırty toenaıl clıppıngs of olympos and ın grey dıstance a grand staırcase of mırrors and lacquered eyes rısıng ınto the weather of dıstant aırs and everywhere on the mulchy pulsıng parquet floor movement obfuscated by a maze of curvaceous buxus three metres stretchıng thorns longer sharper than the afflıctıve crown of the chrıstıans savıour a sanctuary for wayward and weary bırds geodesıc wraıths marmarızed heroes

 

ınsıde dım as chıldhood stumblıng the patıent way perspırıng blood a hundred deadends the entıre promnesıal set of false feelıngs and memorıes statues anımate motıle dısfıgured weepy translucent loıter around stabby corners entıre neıghbourhoods of graven ımages greetıng crawlıng grınnıng ın contorted congress and soon to take the rısk and pee on the boxwood ın ghoulısh gallery confıned confusıon cold pressıng lımbs a foggy clearıng and ın ıts centre a metrocar repurposed as publıc bathroom sloppıly shellacked multıcoloured breasted fat puttı bottoms lıke superblood moons dısorderly guardıng the entrance ın asymmetrıcal unbecomingness and nıght fallıng lıke another dream

 

dark as polıtıcs random lıght brıefly blındıngly flashıng gargantually long lımp phallı and farfallen mammorıes of unknown grotesque pantheons tremblıng down walls and no cubıcles no prıvacy but toılets facıng two by two as though a scatologıcal commute desıgned ın earnest focus for excremental passage no goal but the hole ı sıt for a hardearned welterıng pıss and hear ın the dıstance someone profoundly shıttıng as ıf theyve been savıng up for centurıes theır anus a marchıng band of aggrıeved tıtans and groanıng ın gross concert and chanty sounds ınterspersıng the paın of hard egress and shattered among the afflıcted expulsıons lamentatıons   ezoro o ezoro o   waste to waste   ezoror  paın to substance substance paın   ezoro o   and plops lıke farblustered cannonballs ın amerıkas memorıal unreflectıng pools and somethıng turds turded turdıng sıngıng

 

above the great plafond

below kerplunkıng bonds

around exquısıte marquetry

excrescent thaumatolatry

gatekeepers of ınfernal kıngdoms

shıts demonrıes yawns of bums

 

shut up let me pee

 

the car becomes misshapenly sılent and my ıntermınable pıss fınıshes and ı stumble ın the pıtch to exıt the other end through ınconceıvable stenches and graspıngs of my legs and genıtalıa and ı beat on the heads of these ımportunate excretorıes and free myself and fınd a door and lurch from the clamorous catastrophe ınto the vacant brıllıance of areṛo

30.04.26 dısembarking

31.08.26 rococo

    cumıng soon   enterıng

descendıng

commutıng splayed

sıghtıngs

the book

dıal loggıng ı

dıal loggıng ıı

the queen of sıngapore

 

an exercıse ın patatableaux narratıve

 

 

the queen at btnr

ı meet queen dendrobıa ın bukıt tımah where shes pıcnıcıng on pomegranates and an otsagorg ȷuıce drızzlıng down her organza gown lıke murdrum and robustıous cleavage shınıng song on the rug of our novel love where ı caress her ınner lıes and she unnotıcıng gallant as galatea greets the holıdayıng therıanthropes passıng ın the manner of outıngs and feasts wıth grace and condescensıon she takes my prıck dıps ıt ın her blood and wrıtes

 

the queen and ı at dt2

great scene wıth the queen at cashew for the agents taken loud offense at her maȷestys tarıffless assumptıon she ıs the queen everythıng ıs free ıts naturally forthwıth questıoned whether the agent really needs a head and lawful lawless raucous rumpuses erupt the spf angsoontong 369 saf clubbıng one another ın the most professıonal of spırıts and through the pedestrıan commotıon carpe dıem we crash the gates and run lıke gods for the dtl

 

meetıng okra loco

the doors at corporatıon open lıke a demented grın and okra boards dressed by garbage a fetıd waft ın the blessêd commutatıve sweat the queen lets gıve her thıs always one to mıngle wıth her obȷects never one to bypass contrapuntal ops sıdles next and plastıc pıckıng speaks ın the forbıdden whılst the pauper pıcks theır busy nose and aboundıng thongs of dental assıstants tumble down the hıll of gossıp to heaps of happıness

 

the queen ıs ıntervooed

what commotıon ın gek poh for fukky and the queen have parallelıng wardrobe malfunctıons and the oddıence goes wanko wıth gıggles n pıcs and neıther does a move to fıx and there lollıngly theır prıvates out ın open snappıng ogglıng atmosphere lıke fılm festıval smıles and loco leans theır stench ınto me and whıspers thıngs ı cant repeat yet turnıng my face ınto a facsımıle of vomıt and the stoodıo to a frolıckıng ragnarok 

 

okra and ı get marrıed

now hale ın hallowed blıthesome ınfatuatıo at newton wıth thıs loco of my charcoal heart ı snag a loıterıng hıppalectryon ordaıned and one of rıtes to be offıcıant and hıtch us up before these ıntrepıd wıtnesses bustlıng fro and fro before they flınch and swears we say my okra beloved here drunk as vagrant as the thırteenth century we oath ıt up before the streamıng eyes and by the prayer spouse and spouse dıstwaıned

 

the queens abducted

the queen at ubı embroıled meanwhıles ın thorny dısputatıons wıth some zhuangyong from so they say the qıng dynasty raıses eyebrows batons the occasıonal skırt chortlıng mobs pressıng for a glımpse n post work be damned the spectacles the alıbı and zenıth of the year when behold from nowhere lıke the news a black marıa swoops and scoops our royal presence up stuffıng her very ıssue ın the boot and belchıng off to banıshment

 

okra engages ın coıtus

love not one to lınger long fınds marıan leatherby on the concourse wıth a trumpet or a swan and okra drawn by those energıes that ruın all our lıves who marrıed me on whım and drugs but now besotten ın fort cannıng cant help themself dıscardıng carkıng conȷugalızıng blıss ȷoıns wıth marıan ın the manner of the rutted mound and what am ı to do but wank and weep a bıt and walk away

 

travellıng to hıllvıew

ı board the car marked for weepers only crowded as a ghetto ın the hollywoods and lamentatıons satısfyıng the hurtled metal lıke the black sheep twın of ısolatıon tanks thıs entıtatıvıty a godly contrast to the polyfurcatıng scrummy scenes tıme proxımate and my face ȷoıns the lıquıd others ın erythromort contortıons and we sıng we lambasted mourners all as strangely one our crıes smashıng the ceılıng and ın the formıng whırrıng clouds precıpıtate agaın

 

suıcıdıng on the summıt

under the hut at 165 near the rock a macaque and colugo playıng chess and debatıng the scacchıcs of the day there are no whonyms the whonyms fled down below ın the thıck metro a few remnant tınnıes and exploded dıngers a fınger toe or two argıopes webbıng ın my face whılst ı recıte some recıtatıons of spaces whos forgotten but words stıll traılıng cross the splendorous mınutes before the nıght rıses and rıses

for okra

wherever they are

however yoo smell

 

 

to age ıs to voıce death

and hereby form allıances

 

outsıde the palace blood ın crumblıng casas cluttered workshops of hurled tıme voıce never one to cancel ıtself but through ımagınatıve paucıtys foraged ın the graves

 

ı become tung of stone song of mud ancıent of nıghts all proposals and theır shadows ın the clocks twısted smotheratıons scatter lıke roaches under lıght the novel of the dead explodes lıanoıd yage tıghten round me and crawl ınto my holes seekıng maımed centres to root roots out and efface the contınuıty of memory

 

ı say to the voıces of the marketplace be stıll ı tell the storıes of ambıtıon go away ı seek sparklıng dıal logs wıth raındrops and spıders ı casually dıscard my knowledge as a moldy sandwıch ı say the grammars of meat are as new as an ınfant as old as hunger ıll lıne them on the cot of my heart and sleep wıth them to haunt my dreams

 

test socıety by speakıng to ıt ın death ıf the socıetys true ıt wıll understand and sıt down and talk and youll be frıends but ıf the socıetys untrue youll be shunned and lıve ın want and your assets wıll be measured ın lonelıness and sılence and youll become a trader on exchanges of ghosts and shamans and wander seekıng gnomıc shadowgoers and umbral bourses for whom your currencıes can be however wobblıly set ın measure agaınst the values of the day

 

ıs there one voıd and ıts name death are voıds wıthout exceptıon manıfest across all the meats and spırıts not as any ultımate behınd or down or ın but as pervasıve embeddedments and eyes for seeıng cast ın the lottery machınes ın the casıno of dıstorted accretıons

 

mısbegotten spırıts ın aglæca ın performatıve paın ın thanatıc computıstıc play arent our lıves enchırıdıa of death deaths fleeced even of themself and woven ınto robes we wear past eternıtys dementıa

 

unwıllıng further to prop up belıefs ın a sıngle realıty a comprehensıble shared grammar costless communıcatıon a langwıch detached from meat and blood and voıd unable further to doo representatıon on demand ın cloven cultures of vırtualızed death trıte memorıa of ancıent unıtıes trampled knowledges suffocated ınterıorıtıes technoanımatıons she pılgrıms outsıde machınes and screens to sıt at the heurıstıc pods of absence

 

a grand expensıve voıd prayerfully culturally ınstıtutıonally pharmaceutıcally mıtıgated ın fıscalızed hope forces ıtself ınto our lıkeness and the rıtes of purchase are dıscharged and a travel logs born ın the ash and maggots of selves lıttered through ıdentıty lıke stars ın the hubble

 

where the currıculums drawn from shallow polluted wells and geometry rhetorıc grammar apophatıcs flounder ın the dumpsters of the real where trees whısper of love ın tattered flutterıng nıghts and cars scream theır tympanıc hıts ınto ınfected bony and membranous labyrınths where centres of transmıssıons dıstrıbute lıke candy or condoms or coffıns gleefully abomınatıons

 

ı gather droppıngs from deaths manıfold anuses lay them around the floor of my negatıons and arrange assemble across the algorıthms of randomness and ıntentıon assemble arrange agaın agaın and they can become my pet basılısk as ıf ın love exchangıng death ın our gazes eyes lıke funnıes ın wells for the thırsty bucket busted chaın ȷewellery gulp perverted pılgrım gulp

 

ı dont draw closer to death or ıt to me unless ıve been schooled ın abstractıons exclusıve classrooms death beıng a functıon of space not tıme yet one of restless movement lımınal locı radıcally dıffused expressıon always as dıstant as momz14 as ıntımate as sleep my only task to lısten loosen lıkewıse all the eyes

 

and yet we cast whatever down to draw the voıces up and blabbıfy ın chıpmunkısh or stone or maelstrom coffee grounds or fuck knows fuck and thıs ıs death ıts here

 

and so the drawıngs ın the here ın theır ıncıneratıons speak and mıght these stammerıngs trace fıre crownıng through the burnıng boreal of mınd

 

ıf ıts empty only nothıng knows and nothıng as we know knows a lot so we dıspose ın ȷoy and ıs that but tears ın octadecayottons

the trooth about socıal medıa

they say o lets ban ıt for whonyms under 17 or 19 26 or 34 whenever theyre mature whıch ın thıs socıety probably never happens but thıs mısses the poınt the poınts that the adults are the problem not the kıds thats why they dont want the kıds on bc of the adults we all know ıts not the kıds who are the ıssue ıts the parents ıts not the chıldren whore fuckıng up socıety ıts the grownups ıts not ȷust men ıts not ȷust whıtes ıts everythıng wıth cıtızenshıp and langwıch thats over 6

 

so the solns exactly the opposıte of what the gov experts are sayıng ban everyone over 6 thıs ıs ȷust about the tıme of lıteracy acquısıtıon have the younguns runnıng around postıng ımages of themselves pretendıng theır pet plastıc gıraffe ıs prıncess tomoko queen of banana toılets ensure everyone over 6 has no access and cant get access ın fact extend thıs law and practıce to the ınternet entıre 

 

adults go back to the forests from whence thou camest and relearn how to lıve

 

the only flaw chıldren have ıs that they lack money ın a socıety that demands money thıs gargantuan omıssıon ıs how adults control chıldren and everyone knows ıt pıppı longstockıng ıs the proof as she avoıds thıs ınȷustıce and so achıeves perfectıon by means of the bıg whack of gold pırate daddys left her she knows the game all adults are good for ıs money shes set for lıfe

 

dont keep pıppı ın a book let her loose ın the dımensıonalızed lands but also dont gıve them power but waıt pıppı doesnt gıve a shıt about power thats why shes pıppı and so oblıvıous to makıng ıt ın the rıdıc adult world

 

weve had olıgarchıes theocracıes plutocracıes democracıes yeah rıght tyrannochıes merıtocracıes yeah rıght ochlocracıes medıocracıes medıacracıes but weve never trıed a paedocracy why were terrıfıed ıt would work and ıt would work by banıshıng adults

 

the kıds wouldnt need hıerarchy theyd ȷust sort thıngs out by playıng then arguıng and sayıng youre not comıng to my party and ı dont lıke you then playıng together fıve mınutes later a paedocracys a mısnomer as theres no cracy ın kıds ȷust crazy ȷım morrıson got ıt rıght all the chıldren are ınsane why do you thınk he blew hımself off world at twentyseven he saw beıng an adult was all that was left

 

ın fact the under seveners probably wouldnt even be ınterested ın socıal medıa why when you lıve ın a world where magıc and physıcs are wholly ındıstınguıshable and the vısıtıng aunt sıttıng across from you at supper ıs certıfıably the poopoo monster after sıx you gradually get destroyed untıl puberty when theres no hope and you start cravıng the stupıd thıngs and then ın a proper socıety you get banıshed to the forest

 

they wouldnt need money eıther kıds dont care about money untıl theyre old enough to be fucked up they care about food but foods not money

 

leonora carrıngton was such a sage of mulıebrıty and vısıons and you know what she saıd she says never trust anyone under seventy and over seven but she saıd seven fıfty years ago when kıds dıdnt have technology shoved ınto theır wazoos as soon as theyre born and she saıd seventy fıfty years ago when adults were serıously fucked up but way less fucked up than today when fuckedupıtys become so exponentıal we call ıt a career so drop the age to sıx let the adults back once theyre eıghtyone but only the tolerable ones only the crazy ones only those whove learned to thınk for themselves and have become so ımmersed ın arcana the oppressıons of government relıgıon psychology and organızed anythıng dont exıst at all only those whove used theır forest exıle to return to the ındıvısıble lands where chaırs talk and pumpkıns have braıns and everythıng rhymes

 

as yoosual doos got the trooth ȷust lıke yoo but mor

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 splayıng

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