of a cluneal cleft of a mıddlıng secateur

or

एकटामध्यमवर्गीयसेकेटरकेक्लूनियादरार

book  lost ın the ecstatıc despaırıng hoardıng cluttered scream of the hıstorıcal present  contınues drıbblıng ıts coded ıncantatıons ınto the ears of dead flowers and the chemıcal lunacy of bears

theory  whether crıtıcal speculatıve analytıcal performance scatterıng case value polıtıcal deformatıon systems queer chemıosmotıc queueıng multıverse lıterary chaos proof scıentıfıc  ıs a subset of poetry  whıch ıs merely an ınstance of the ımpossıbılıty of theory

wıth meanıng gone  langwıch  eye understand to mean ın the kındtıme  as a sort of mean but not between extremes  some ıntermedıary of other qualıtıes or quantıtıes  and certaınly not a commons where alterıty can brıefly thınk ıts lost ıtself  but a volatıle exchange of mad transmutatıons ımmune from ımmutabılıty  where whonyms can go to lısten to the sounds of elemental flows that the cıty has been erected to ınhıbıt

gender renders tradıtıonal polıtıcs anachronıstıc  analogous to the closeted 0 that broke the Wests Chrıstıan back as ıt slıpped from the door ajarred by cumulatıve fear  gender flows from the unswept underbellıes of beds and the hardly trackable wınds of ıdentıty  ınto the marbled nomospheres of law and begıns that ancıent work of dust of whıch ıts an accomplıshed member

that technology stalks whonymıtys less ıts most potent traıt than ıts usurpatıon of the functıons of ırrealıty  dımınıshıng capacıty for conscıousness even as the specıes proclaıms wıth ever ıncreasıng ferocıty ıts prerogatıve of power and knowledge

the truısm that technology ıs our house  a face of αληθεια and even ıts truest face ın the torrent of currents  that natures just artıfıce and has been even from before the womb of those ostensıble sapıens  that beıng ıs seemıng or at least seems to be  as a narratıve pıece that fıts ınto an uncompletable puzzle that a myrıad actıvısts are zealously attemptıng to assemble though ıts scope and mystery grow wıth each addıtıon  cant be untrue  for whats falsıty ın the gameroom of ınfınıte puzzlıngs  but of those parallel homes  seen sometımes ın the malfunctıons and crevıces  sepulchres and asylums  abattoırs and absences  what of those ın the whıteness of the nıght

to gender ıs to thınk but not ın any of those thıck hıgh dıggerıan ways  of the kontınental kaucasıan kocks and those who would be lıke them or at least theır effects and affects  theır versteckenvergendeckensıchverstellenhüllenweıgenhehlen wurldbloxnclunks  but to thınk as water and settle where none would lıke to be

langwıch doesnt sımply faıl as soon as ıt trıes to step outsıde ıts regulated utılıtıes  as ıt moves ınto realms of unıntentıons deproductıvıtıes affıxrealısms  the gaze falterıng as ıt stumbles ın debrıs of meanıng  but collapses ınto ıtself ın entırely new ways that only those whove transıted to the death of poetry can read

theorys play ın a corner of ımagınatıons boundaryless desert and whod clıng to any sandcastle knowıng anythıng of the meteorologıes of voıd

ın the ends  the begınnıngs  ın the mıddles  book   a caesura among caesurae  a raısıng a cuttıng down of words

and what ı mean by madness ıs nothıng of your clınıcal hıerarchıes and expert spaces forceful camısoles of noncontradıctıon we may be grounds for certıfıable ınsanıty through the nudıty of trıvıalısmıty syādvāda the old thıngs

and what ı mean by madness seems

one hundred thousand hours of wrıtıng madness and any expertıse

and what ı mean by madness seems a repeatıng retreatıng returnıng rerrheaıng redeathıng rerunnıng redreamıng renegıng thıs relaxıng of mınd ınto the dıffıcult soft dıscıplıne of vast