exexilings

exile  being a state thats out of state  destates itself wherever apostates devastate estates statements

so exile becomes not about the state  but about states  or rather a play of states  of matter and dismatter

exile

ex isle      ex small island

into the vast

ex ill          ex i  ex will

a postvolitional postidentity world

ex i le       ex i definiteness

aliving in living  living in aliving

exile         elixe  elixer  elixir

soma ras of otherity

mysticism is the condition of having banished exile

what does technology do to exile other than obliterate it?

technology accomplishes from the outside what mysticism does from within

mysticism and technology meet in the annihilation of exile where in and out get confused

the one who is taken out

the one who is walked out

the one who is driven out

the one who is desoiled

so the one who is purified by going out

out from what?

out from out?

out from in

out from what

out from exile

technology is a great exiler

driving us all out

out of what?

ourselves

banished from what?

a space?

the space?

space?

but then so also banished from

a time

the time

time

exile   utopia and uchronia

spaces of nospace and notime

so exile is art  those spaces of creation where the measures of physicality are exiled so we dont have to be

the passivity of exile

one is exiled

but an equal activity is always present

i exile myself

i am exiled

what exiles me is itself exiled through my exile

for exiling  like incarceration excommunication ostracization shunning  is a collaborative exercise

and i exile the exiler with as much exiling as it has exiled me

and in this mutuality cancel the exile

by having brought us into the same nospace spaces

to be able to exile one has to believe in home as a definable place thats solidly affixed to identity

exile as a belief and attitude depends on assumptions about the chemistry of home  the chemistry of i  and the chemistry of their relations

but im an alchemist of exile and exile becomes an experiment of outings in plasmatic consciousness

how long does exile last?

if i was born in alaqaruvu and lived there for 25 years and then exile or exiled to uvuraqala for 25 years and then am returned to alaqaruvu am i then exexiled? if one were immortal could this go on forever until the ile gets lost in the exes?

isnt exile just another name for a lack of imagination?

arent tourists and the exiled euphemisms for each other? from a geological standpoint theres surely no effective difference   tourists in their geological insignificance seek simulations of exile   the language of going from this place to that place is a convenience to guise that all we do in traveling is stay in the same place of simulations of exile

i was just exiled from baghdad to bangkok and then exiled to jakarta

where are you going to exile next?

ive heard varanasis a great spot for exiling so might try that

its all the same fucking place, man

technology exiles exile but then where does exile go?

to nature which also has been exiled?

for are nature  being the space that has been despaced  and exile  being a space away from space  sibling fossils in a uchronistic paleontology?

does not technology necessarily exile exile as it redimensionalizes space and in these curvatures and negations  these increasing intimacies with the energies of zero  exile  like almost everything  becomes not a statement but a question?

my friends are virtual  my children are digital  my parents have no dimensions  my birthplace is continually reconstituting time in a kaleidoscopic vacuum of vast and collapsing vision  my home is a phantasmagoria i meet in interstices of absence

politics and staatsein are lingering memories of dreams of nature and so any solid notion of exile is destined to be romantic and nostalgic  turning now into a tomb to serve an incapacity for creation

the famed cases of writers writing their best works in exile  but this in exile  in leaving the book of statements and the library of logic and entering the book of questions and the library of babel  becomes at home

in exiled exiling i am consequently always exiling   i exile from the café to the street  from dinner to sleep  from my cat to a smoke  from sleep to coitus  from illness to health  from coffee to absinthe

it is surely no accident that exiling and exiting are almost identical

and are we not a people of perpetual exitings?

when we pay more attention to the nomhematological properties at play here the difference is between an l and a t  the first and last letters of light   light  energy of endless exitings and exilings and so enterings  movement is the exile that is our home

and why does space tyrannize over exile? for doesnt exile equally belong to time sex gender race ethnicity religion ideas food   exiles a condition of being out  or rather or also of being in other ins   i exile from carnism to veganism and in this exile find a hospitable home   exiles  as so many things  a question of adpositions   and adpositions as we know  in any language  are slippery creatures  preferring the mucks of polysemousity and ambiguity   so if exile is an adposition how can we rightly speak of it as a monist and certain thing? as a place or notplace?  i was in alaqaruvu in my home and now i am not in alaqaruvu and not in my home?  for dont alaqaruva and home go with me wherever i go and i in my goings never leave?

exile assumes some fashion of a promised land in tandem with some fashion of typically linear time

but the promise was eaten by intergalactic turds some millennia ago

and the line as we know in our hallucinations  that only competent reality  curves crosses doubles collapses

exiles living away from ones tribe  but what is ones tribe? and what is away from it? who would know these hyperlit seconds any coincidence of identity among the inner tribes and the outer? and so who would know what even away might look like? here and there?

isnt my tribe those whove exiled and been exiled into disbelievings about exiling?

the reputed disorientation of exile disappears with modernity for disorientation is the birthright of the posthuman  its nod to the only orientations being disorientations  and so exile becomes disexile and one explores not a new home  for home is always new  but home  and home is i  and is disoriented to itself

for the pataphysicist metaphysics is comprehensible but boring and archaic while physical reality is a nightmare one continually attempts to not repeat   when the pataphysicist is forced to deal with physical reality we can say its in fleeting pataexile and when it deals with metaphysics  either by accident or expediency  we can say its in fleeting demipataexile

pataphysics patachemically excretes exile through pataplays of pataphors into patadimensional farce

exile on merdre street

any human born into the present technological womb of earth lives in disreality and so has never known anything but altered states  and once states are altered  exile  a possibility of the force of the reality of the state that preaches meaningless change while clinging to comprehensive unalteration  alters in conjunction and exile becomes an extension of design   a user setting like a mulberry background in my word processor  a patch on my synth 

i am in exile because i went to exile because i felt like exile because i heard exile singing

technology transforms mind into home and state into dream and so exile into a perpetual absurdist motion machine that none of us can be exiled from