the sun in the city and the sun in the
wilderness. different suns. the moon in the city and the moon in the
wilderness. different moons. the i in the city and the i in the wilderness. different i’s. sameness in the city and sameness in the
wilderness. different
sameness. time in the city and time in the wilderness. different time. humans
in the city and humans in the wilderness. same humans.
i wake up in the trees. i am a monkey and
think monkey thoughts. the trees have a life of their own and i try to listen
to them in my stupidity. when i think i
am a monkey am i less a monkey than when i don’t think i am a monkey? that i have no definitive answer to this may
indicate something about being a monkey or not being a monkey or thinking or
not thinking about being a monkey but i’m unsure what that might be and whether
i’d look in my monkeyness or my not-monkeyness (if it even exists) or even
something else to find it.
the laboratory is no government-funded
academy-infused business-executed controlled-access venue of sterility but the
unfunded autodidactic postmanagement dewalled spaces of a referalized self.
how would i walk through time but by watching
time walk through me?
hi coo!
the sun too rises
like facebook in the east and
a whale somewhere dies
nothing like you my
dear to storm the sunny seas
and kill with smiled love
the more society feels threatened by its
exclusions (now worlds too vast to measure), the more it recreates these exclusions within
itself as oneiric substances of synthesized potencies ...
that blood is no longer tribal is an
orientation we have hardly
begun to constructively accept and explore. the
function of bloodfamily (and by extension the tribe) as bulwark against the
world’s danger and darkness is nonsensical when family has become fragmented
and bonds are formed not by anything as primitive as copulative genetics or
random socialpsychic formulations but by an inchoate spirituality technology in
its infantility seeks to make manifest.
which academic could ever object to cultural
appropriation? scholarship is the official industry of cultural appropriation.
a joke for mystics –
q – what did the via cataphatic and via negativa say to each
other?
a –
art is the distortion of an unendurable
reality
hearing with equal energy, in varied forms,
from various societal sectors –
we are technology
we are nature
we are gods
we are humans
…
to
hold within each – and the fullness of each –
(without systematizing, reducing,
hierarchizing …) …
the slow euphemized slaughter of land, water. hatred
of silence, stillness, purposelessness, unidentifiability (namelessness).
purpose a function of judeochristiancapitalism, of that configuration of
time that enthrones ends in its geometric texts, capitalism taking the ends and
dominations of its judeochristian heritage and coking out on them in the trash of god.
objectifying madness the way mckenna
objectified psychedelics – and isn’t madness just the raw psychedelic of the
soul before it’s been baked by society into product for commercial use on the
exchanges of sanity?
what are these wrecked widgets of consciousness
around
the i, orbiting like kamikaze fractals in a technological dust?
oh
robots! – annihilate us save us humiliate us love us
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