26.1.21

crossspecies creation

{the following text is the only

extant from a larger piece now

garbled by the wind}

one mysterious day styrofoam in many shapes appears in the house  the foam that isnt tiny i put out in the garage and as the jurisdiction i now seem to be a part of doesnt recycle this whiteandbouncy material it appears destined for landfill   but then a voice arrives in the vicinity of my flesh and suggests compellingly that i should bring the styro inside and play with it the way i used to lego   but it doesnt have attaching mechanisms i or something else voice and should i then use glue or tape or something else to substitute for the attaching mechanisms it lacks? but the voice that arrived and is in some sense still arriving says no


so i haul all that styrofoam back in  nothing in weight but everything in volume  and divide it in categories according to that arbitrariness that compels us to divide  then proceed to stack it with a different sort of arbitrariness until every piece is used and i have a haphazard structure that many would call ugly but i call beautiful   my beautiful structure is precarious so that even if i were to open a window even a light breeze would sway much of it to the ground   it rises almost to the nine foot ceiling and i love it   of course there is a cat and i know if cat wills to explore the groundfloor of my structure cat will consummate its will and therell be nothing i can do to stop it and there will go my structure   cat 9 structure 1   but weeks go by and cat  for whatever reason but likely devious ones doesnt enter and no window opens and the structure stands

 

of course one day cat decides its time but being cat its impossibly nimble and graceful and only about 10 or 20 percent of the pieces fall   i thank cat for its beneficence and in acknowledgement it goes to sleep and i leave the pieces where they fell for some other weeks

 

one day  having nothing to do although all days i have nothing to do so i should rather say one day having nothing to do in such a way that i feel once again drawn to the styrofoam  i restack the fallen pieces but differently  i could have roughly simulated the original design for i had taken some pictures of it  before cats show of grace  from various angles although as hairy clitoris tells us it never would have been the same but why says the voice that arrived and may have departed and arrived again or may have never departed but was just very quiet for a long time

 

and i know cat in its omniscient caprice will do its thing again and i will restructure according to the whimsies of the day and  assuming eternallife  these restructurings will go on forever

 

and whether that assumptions correct or not whats patently apparent is that cat and i are cocreators  each doing its part in the ephemerality of formful play   and maybe not just cat and i but to various and perhaps even equal degrees also styrofoam and window and jurisdiction and house and voicethatarrivedbutwhosedepartueisdubious and garage and allthemanythingsoncenestledsnugglingwithstyrofoamintheboxesnowbrokenanddestituteonthestreet  accepted with open arms by the jurisdiction but only remotely now aspects of the assemblage of creation of the structure so indivisible from cat and i and all these other things

 

and i think or something thinks in or around i why this singularity of name? that i could market the structure as an installation belonging to me and created by me and understood by me  are these not thoughts and acts only comprehensible to one so indolent it has become incapable of receiving complexity?

 

a structure maybe

created by itself and many others

maybe

a structure called maybe maybe

my cat maybe maybe made it

maybe maybe maybe maybe



guru of nothing

27.01.21 2021ist

i had once a friend who talked a lot about nothing  i thought of him as my guru of nothing  he said he was nothing  the world was nothing  i was nothing   so i thought id please him and sent him a funny email showing all the ways he was nothing and then he cut me off which confused me as i thought hed be so pleased with my nothing homework  how it demonstrated his principles and that id finally understood what he was talking about   i want to ask him so all your talk about nothing meant nothing? but instead im left in the doubt of the eternal something and now i just write funny emails to myself showing me all the ways im nothing 



sadoo with stoodio oddience

28.01.21 2021ist


w were sitting here with sadoo and stoodio oddience in the gaminflo tohel in oido lownj

 

s there is no audience

 

w look at the gazillions of whonyms

 

s its said  but what isnt said  in the heavier circles  that you have to think of oddience   this idea that one thinks of oddience and has an idea or a vision or plot or a story and writes and edits and is surprised or isnt surprised or a little of both and finishes something then finds an agent then the agent finds a publisher and there are more edits and negotiations until finally the publisher finds readers and theres something actually called a book   who believes this?

 

are you doing things for the good of the country w asks seemingly innocently

 

there should of course be a function in word says s that allows you to block a section of text and remove all punctuation in that section  or  in a similar vein to findreplace  remove all punctuation except say diacritics questionmarks exclamationmarks and replace certain of the erased ones  say commas  with something else  say an extra space  and periods with two extra spaces  unless eg particular specified conditions are met  say say

 

you feel guilty for being alive?

 

its more that i feel guilty for being alive in a consciousness thats aware its possible to feel guilty for being alive      art historically has been the domain of what we now call the mentally ill but we call mad   the outsider fragmented alien those of the margins who can never be anything but of the margins  and then capitalism invades and the named prized promoted branded story invades and

 

a good dose of pragmatism never hurt anyone

 

heroin may be physically addictive but ayahuascas spiritually addictive  like someones suicide it takes a delayed action path and preys slowly   that gov has means only to detect the one   the charlatans of aya migrate you from addiction on one plane to that of another

                 

do you live?

 

i dont live  im lived  and im deaded    

 

as the full moon rises the swan

 

ive been searching for google searches that i hope will yield fuller more intelligent provocative results but dont  such as autism and the new world order and apophatic aesthetics and futility uselessness action doubt  reimagining soul for possible worlds and

 

its been said that as long as one acts for spectators ones neither free nor human

 

the effort now  as whonymity dominates the earth  to seek maintain grow narratives apart from the domination narratives  whether ostensibly fighting for or against theres a forness to all who participate in them  a critical and lonely task   art and nature through solitude nonaction imagination hallucination seem the only portals presently that have sufficient energy and independence to wander apart from whonym voice   god has occasionally been an energetic moniker but now we prefer to hide god in complexsimple folds of sensations of nature and art   technology is schizoid and forces us into domination as much as it questions that force and

 

little boy enthusiasms and their consequent disillusions says w are hardly the basis for any viable and mature art

 

theoldwhonymmadrantfullofbilevisioncollapsevigorexperienceennuiagenredisdainedincomprehensibledismissedasa viablerationalorliteraryform   shallwecallitamant?awomant?awhorant?anoldant?butwefinditinitsradicalfreedomstypographicalcognitiveemotionalspirituallinguisticalgrammatical atraditionworthyof respectstudycontinuancelearning

 

why write anything if novel writes itself?

 

whonyms have asked why do novels need editors publishers readers even writers?  but novel goes further and asks why do novels need novels  why do we need ourselves 

 

is a novel a dump and a toilet an audience as various sadoodoos intimate?

 

novel has an infinite number of oddiences as novels an infinite number of selves  eg for years novel believed in inspiration and possession and could only go into the privy to play under such conditions  but one day it wakes up and doesnt believe in those things anymore but just believes in doing nothing and being uninspired

 

we find the skullarly and skullarlyliterary articulations of these ideas more compelling

 

as the full moon rises

the swan sings in sleep

on the lake of the mind

 

as the full mind rises

the lake sleeps in song

on the swan of the moon

 

as the full swan rises

the song moons a lake

on the mind of sleep

 

as the full song rises

a sleepy lake minds

the moon on a swan

 

as the full sleep rises

the moon minds its swan

song on the lake

 

as the full lake rises

the mind of a swan moon

on the sleep of singing


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blood & tribe

i & novel

otherity and savagery

29.01.21 2021ist


as blood and tribe become eternally alienated i and novel become codependent   love isnt just lust and sentimentality  its codependence  codependence is primary  to achieve and maintain sentimentality and lust you need codependence

 

history can be summarized as the severance of tribe and blood   once identical indistinguishable irrevocable cosmic  tribe began fluttering from blood in a far timedream and pilgrimaged its parallel savagery along the littered paths of unholy time until the missile of now when tribe and blood should they accidentally meet could hardly recognize each other   blood this alien  ancient crawling viscouslike genitalia   those who seek to bind by it moral and unhatched in laserstamped gmo eggs   their morality as sadomasochistic as the religions theyre following or have rejected

 

the whonym is savage before otherity  if otherity is diminished in certain sectors  eg race sex religion  it rises with equal measure in other sectors  eg class age species sanity      diversity  less its regulated forms which primarily exist to promote institutional virtue  more its raw expressions of a vast and incompatible nature  is otherity  and the speakings of diversity that circulate among the banners little more than masks on encyclopedic inabilities to understand the extent and nature of diversitys geography   diversitys far more challenging than you can imagine

 

take eg a fairly obvious fact  that capitalism doesnt recognize spiritual property   it rather says you can steal spiritual property and even encourages it   capitalism only recognizes legal property  in this case that which can be quantifiable traceable processable identifiable   all these defined in particular ways that favour the rights of certain kinds of minds  certain kinds of mind that are able to tap in to a certain kind of societal dominance

 

we havent even begun to think through let alone act through race and sex  let alone the myriad other forms that have effectively silenced because theyre dead dying or are for whatever reason unvoiced      the diversity & humanrights humans havent thought much about what theyre doing in anything other than crisis terms and if diversity doesnt include our colleagues across nature and spirit as equal members its not going to do much other than continue shuffling the soiled deck of history

 

whonym tribes are a set of fonts

what we call individuals letters glyphs diacritics smudges caesuras punctuation margins

a language is the whonym

one language among language families so vast and alien our endless praise of ourselves might seem a joke to those many myriads outside if they thought it worth their while to pay us any attention

 

isnt the function of the internet  of the technovirtualization of whonymity  to provide hypershamanistic capacities for both transmigrating blood into tribe  and for finding members of ones tribe as bloods geographical proximity has now become a museum artifact  encased behind glass with skullarly mumbles interpreting the event for those challenged in discerning

 

but those of us belonging to tribes inept at seeking our own  who are of nature in its physical immediacy  its sanguine proximities  but of the technological diaspora in our tribal affiliations  what are we to do but wander in an unnamed dark alone

 

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devices

310121 2021ist

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here dedeared unreaders is the hierarchy of devices through which sadoo should be read though sadoo neither can be read nor should be read nor could be read nor would be read




as in this sad and sadder world the best options arent available except in the imaginative realms   rankings three to one  that is the best and most appropriate  those in which sadoo truly manifests and speaks directly with soul without those mishaps that comprise the very heart of communication  and we suggest for those who can fly ninety thousand kilometres just with their own bodies they enter those realms and journey to those rankings and encounter sadoo there  those lands in which books are beyond reading and understanding and where language is no different than the lucid gaze of empty eyes through windows so frameless the question arises as to whether the windowsre really there   so ranking four for the rest of you is the best available option in this sadder and sad world but those of you incapable of it may without undue penalty slip to rankings five or six at the worst but for those of you who go lower and  woe woe  to those who voluntarily choose ranking nine      unutterable words and the most inauspicious of ends           

 

were all exhausted by

all of this and

wish sadoo would shut

up

 

than

kganes

hait

sov

er

א

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