whiskeyerdottard u
faculty of me
department of mad studies
edifice non compost mantis
lecture hall y911
we’re pleased today to have
sadoo pooper … is that the way i say it?
sadoo diaper. as in die prrrrrrrrr
great, to have sadoo diaper here
with us to talk about madness. it’s important in mad studies that we listen to
and read not just those who have established credibility in studying the mad –
we experts and experts-in-training – through the rigour of testing our minds
against the best in the world but that we occasionally have in our actual
presence those who claim to be mad and have no credibility. this also of course
serves our research purposes in having a live subject right here in our
laboratory for study and those of you who have chosen the alternative stream
for assignment B can if you wish choose our session today with sadoo pooper for
analysis according to one of the approved theoretical frameworks
thanks doktor gugel-hüphendortz. i’m here to talk with you
today about madness. as you’ve pointed out i am not a scholar of madness, nor a
journalist. i’m not even a scholar. the authorities wanted me to become a
scholar and i had three degrees already but they wanted me to get another so i
applied to a scholar certification program – commonly known as a phd – but i
got rejected and didn’t try anymore. if i had thought about it – which i hadn’t
really, presumably to subconsciously sabotage the process as the academy by
then for me had become primarily an industry specializing in not knowing how to
relate sanity and madness, notknowing and knowing – i knew the application was
doomed. i wrote in my own language what i wanted to explore – some
idiosyncratic interdisciplinary vague romp through myth and modernity without
any reference to any of the dominant current theories or names. i didn’t really
know the proper names. and isn’t madness in part about not knowing the proper
names? so my act – as i look along the paths i’ve walked, one among many – was
an act of madness, a proclamation of not knowing, a lived manifesto of not
naming, an active disavowal of what the environment ubiquitously tells me is
sanity
the scholarly response of course is that there is always
knowledge, always naming, and from certain perspectives this is not untrue. and
we’ll happily leave their truths (or not untruths) in those scholarly compounds.
the debate they wish to draw me into is not necessarily an unworthy ring but
it’s only one ring and there are others that draw me more
so i won’t be giving you the latest in theories from mad
studies, the history and analyses and seminal works of madness research – these
are all there and some of you know some of them and some of them are good, at
least in the sense of legitimizing some basic doubts in the professional
academic military of some erroneous assumptions (regardless of any tangible
effect in their lives). none of this makes my perspective (if that’s what it
is) more true. i’m not in competition with them. we perhaps can all be all
right at once. and this all being all right at once is maybe madness. madness
as i see it is a bottomless welcoming whirring blender of definitions
it is not as if madness starts with anything. theory,
concept, experience, sensation, text, wonder, anger, cranberries, betrayal, discipline,
loyalty, consciousness, sine waves, ignorance … but
that it starts in anything and starts again. you might know a complex of
feelings when you’re lost or reconfigured or subdued or devoiced. you might
know the conversations with flesh that take place in the rolling pyramids of
pulsing molecules. you’ve stood before a tree maybe as a tree has stood before
you. in mute equality. you’ve entered the empathic indifference of fly
slaughter and laughed the way you do at the news or when a chisel accidentally
lacerates your leg. a human is here, breathing, talking. these are ideas and
the negation of those ideas. i am i and not i. these are now clichés. we are
humans and not humans and not we and not knock who’s there?
there is that space before we knew or know the names. that
space after we thought we knew the names, after we came to know then doubt we
knew the names, after the names returned to the space before we knew them,
spaces of names in all sorts of elemental states, running around the tables
like those animate forks you see in cartoons, spaces of names tumbling over
themselves like lava lamps. and who would map these spaces? who would walk in
the maps as if they too tumbled?
hypernaming counternaming unternaming laminaternaming
compternaming copternaming amingaiminggamingnaming … is the nascent or faddish madness
studies in the academy a study of how the academy presents its maps of
knowledge, how it must be bffs with sanity … is madness studies mirror studies
but with deflective mirrors and so it studies deflection? is mad studies not
bent but studies bending and so in studying and not bending it turns aside from
reflecting and refracts not light or sound or water but something else we want
to bend?
i was hoping to come here and try to translate into the
expected tongue but it gets wearisome for me to speak in it for too long
the mad are a people of land but a people who have never had
a land, for whom the maps of the state and the academy, science and religion,
business and technology are, if anything, arguments for death. it’s no wonder
we mad often take on death as our land as an alternative map to the death
presented us. sometimes of course, if the tension is too great between the
official maps and the unofficial ones, the mad get killed (or more frequently suicided, in a thousand different ways [honing and expanding these ways a core task of the sane]). but sometimes, as
nature would have it in its indifference, a few of these get through and leave
records and these are the known geography of the mad
visible minorities – and we hardly discount the horrors and
absurdities inflicted on them by the gross officials – are typically linked,
however distanced by time, to land and their story is often of their land being
stolen from them and/or their being stolen from their land. the mad may share
similar fates to the extent they are noticed and perceived to threaten the
professional sane but they can also escape attention – the state fortunately is
still limited in its ability to see, enforce, and capture. the mad have even been
able to receive roles, even officially prestigious ones, in other societies on
other calendars, though ours, now, is too insecure and estranged from
contextual wildness to know how to even begin doing this
the mad live in hidden cities – those supple and staccato and
subversive enough to adapt to the stirrings of the soul, the undulations of
dreams, the slow and sudden leaps and falls, gasps and gaps of consciousness – and
a task of the mad is to map their cities with as little regard as possible for
the maps bequeathed to them by their physical birth cities (states, histories,
worlds)
the mad are maps but not ones produced by the state and so anything
not produced by the state
the mad don’t just compose maps. they compose calendars too,
of time as they experience it. they combine maps and calendars and make caps
and malendars, malencaps and capendars. these stand outside by virtue of being
more inside than that inside on their outside and it is this uncanniness, this warped disregard of recognition, that keeps the mad the mad
i speak many languages within english. grammars of my flesh
speak through me with noxious buttercups 18 metres tall wandering about in the anonymity of the
borealis
esoteric studies leads to mad studies – all these in the
genealogical taxonomy of formal knowledge are direct descendants of theology …
for as god died – that is became immanent as a corpse in humanity – that which
was god still demanded study but obviously with new names, protocols, journals.
and so esotericism and madism study the decomposition of god in the human
species and the mad body is the compost for this decreation and the laboratory
for the branch of the academy that must dissect new phenomenon. but when the
dissection is a decomposition … what then?
the mad may say – everything
psychology and therapy and wellness are supposed to rescue you from is our
material of health, everything productive normal society attempts to force us
into is our disease, all your modes of analysis and critique are toxins to us …
i’m interested in the considered destruction of identity as
unprocessed fuel and ransacked stage for creative enterprises
what do we listen to? everything. our babbling on the
streetcars is an abstract of that everything
it helps – if we are not going to be killed, incarcerated or
drugged – if we can understand, read, write, and speak (particularly understand
and speak) at at least a basic level your language … that is, the language and
languages of the dominant, forceful, the strong. this enables us usually or
sometimes to transact for our survival, for we cannot buy or sell outside of
your language. but because it pains us to talk the way you talk we try to live
as much as possible outside your buyings and sellings
i don't ask you to go out there and be mad. i ask you to dream of the mad, what they have staged in and around time, how they see with their ommatidium today and with what no-names, how they rejoice beyond the bounds of time though the world may shudder at our joy and in its coarseness know not what we mean, how we hold within us certain variegations of possibility that transfigure hierarchy and domination, that question in its black heart even that most holey of whollies : human supremacy
but is this true? no. i also ask this of you : i ask you to not simply study the mad but to go mad ... for only by going shall the study be worthy of its name ...
... thanks for listening. thanks doktor gugel-hüphendortz for having me
i don't ask you to go out there and be mad. i ask you to dream of the mad, what they have staged in and around time, how they see with their ommatidium today and with what no-names, how they rejoice beyond the bounds of time though the world may shudder at our joy and in its coarseness know not what we mean, how we hold within us certain variegations of possibility that transfigure hierarchy and domination, that question in its black heart even that most holey of whollies : human supremacy
but is this true? no. i also ask this of you : i ask you to not simply study the mad but to go mad ... for only by going shall the study be worthy of its name ...
... thanks for listening. thanks doktor gugel-hüphendortz for having me
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