imbrued imbroglio

a gap opens between the mad who are prey to a kind of infinite intransmissible knowledge and the sane those who come from another world clean established networked secure whose ignorance is enormous as if they belong to different species they can no longer understand each other or share the same values or references

ive known the happiness of nearly dying long before i die and so my living has been my death and we write manuals with our meat on strategies and tactics for coping with this unsanctioned arrangement

ironys a child of the nearfar copulations of the living and the dead 

fear breeds anger and anger suffering

etiology breeds dogma and dogma suffering

injustice breeds anger and anger oblivion

anger breeds art and art unsuffering

fear breeds irony and irony peace

sex breeds sex and sex sex

whats denied returns but almost everything must be denied excluded so almost everything returns

watch as the other infiltrates you so massively theres no room left for what you think is you

despairs to lose speed slow down abdicate success and wealth

hopes in speed

another kind of hope in despair

choose despair my friend

its the only hope

narrative collapse more nutritious than narrative integrity

inconsistency more integral than consistency

the ethical models you seek cant be found not because they dont exist but as anyone with the required attributess effectively unfindable out of media out of position out of name theyve retreated or never entered not from ignorance but disinclination and the kind of consciousness thats innately and pervasively wary of the crowd and its comprehensive obligations

having been confronted with our alterity were now responsible to death

weve already lived our death and now whats there to do

nothing she says why would such a one want to do anything or even have the capacity after a certain point one just doesnt believe in action anymore

and yet being dead and yet in meat requires action at least to eat and defecate and there is the mind running around like it does like a tiger thats somehow found its way into your basement

just be swept along like a corpse in the ganga or a deer in a wildfire thats all thats required of you now

a responsibility more taxing than those i once had among the living

for what more demanding job is there than the mirror

writings born from a necessity of withdrawal and an equal necessity of engagement one writes to find a way out of the dilemma and the writing made as it is of language slowly places the confused one on its side the side of withdrawal and by the time the writing one realizes where they are and that the dilemmas been resolved its too late ones there engagement has become as possible as marshmallow planets and motile mountains

oh clever writing far cleverer than any who enter you