sadoo the nerval 4

the novel has become too easy

anyone whos been to iowa can write one

anyone whos been accepted into the right clique can write a good one

anyone whos been to both can write a great one

but theres so many great novels being written therere no great ones left

the only novel left to write isnt the horrible one  there are as many horrible ones as great ones  but the nonexistent one   sadoo is my nonexistence

why is sadoo a novel?

for the same reason genets a saint

saints define the novel  which is only mind spilled and spilling  as having these characteristics

• ephemerality
• contradictoriness
• infinitely nested metonymy
• anonymity through excessive naming
• aestheticspiritual coital blurring of unauthors unreaders untranslators
• utopian and uchronian
• plotless characterless dialogueless settingless
• beyond beyond and notbeyond
• more worldthanworld by being lessworldthanworld

it begins ends anywhere but neither ends nor begins

when humans ask what my novels about i say about my moles but especially about my favourite mole or rather the one im most obsessed with  the one im sure will give me melanoma  the one on my right brachium  about 9.5 centimetres from the elbow along the forearm somewhere not terribly unproximate from the flexor carpi ulnaris though i dont know anything about autonomy  and its particularly subtle colourings and shadings  its textures and shapings that seem to morph but in what reality its hard to say and i try to impress my lover with it but shes far more interested in another flexor and so im left with my melanoma alone as the poets have always told us and just the other day when i was examining it in the back corner of the garage   but usually by this point theyve walked away

its important that entries be entered as daily and infrequently as possible to confuse unreaders as to whether this is a memoir novel confession manual sylwa poem epistolary travellog monograph casestudy encyclopedia specula biji satiricalepic echtra erotica slipstream femslash bildungsroman lectionary haiku journal sammelband tripitaka dirge aporetic criticism gongan swipefile isekai mythpunk hypomnema shenmo almanac alkahest zibaldone parapegma zij shaggydogstory panjika kalnirnay tungshing newspaper panchānga or taxreturn

my novel shall be so suspect as to merit genre meaning intent authorship sanity coherence audience reality  that it jettisons itself through the novel and lands  no it doesnt land  it has no capability of landing  it just jettisons and keeps on jettisoning with so much jettisonity it becomes jettison and makes not just this novel jettison  and flotsam and lagan and jetsam  but all future and once novels also jettisons  poetry novels nonfiction philosophy journalism scholarship magicalrealism experimentalfiction  all these silly categories and all the others and everything associated with them become jettisons and i write a jettison or rather am jettisoned along and through a jettison to more jettisonings  just like humanity which itself has become jettison  for we no longer are of or in the earth  and have landed nowhere and are capable of landing nowhere  jettisoning in outerinner space and so humanity novel identity earth race politics gender art death jettison and everything is jettisoning and jettison   and sadoo is my jettison