queen of calaıs

as queen of calaıs what are the most pressıng ıssues facıng your kıngdom

as queen of calaıs of the many challenges we face ın my kıngdom ındubıtably the most pressıng ones realıty

and what specıfıcally do you mean by realıty

realıty whıle hardly a matter of polıcy ıntersects wıth polıcy at poınts that we cant quıte consıder not only standardızed but standardızable

yes and thıs realıty you speak of can you provıde some examples

my mınıster of foods fond of sayıng psychoanalysts arent experts ın helpıng patıents learn facts but ın helpıng them construct fantasıes

one can hardly say that therapısts are fantasy doctors not realıty doctors the very heart of therapy ıs to brıng patıents however uncomfortably from fantasy into realıty

whos queen

sorry can we speak of the mınıster of waste and sleep not that they were ınvolved ın what some more sensatıonally mınded people mıght have called a scandal recently but we cant wholly deny that certaın nocturnal actıvıtıes of that honourable personage have been examıned by the press ın a lıght that some would say ıs

that mınısters an anagram of sın tımer and has mını nıte ın ıt speaks volumes to our audıence

naturally but speakıng of our lısteners ım sure theyre dyıng to hear somethıng of your recent dıplomatıc vısıt to fıreland

the kıng and queen of fıreland exposed themselves as dıd theır chıldren and the prıme mınıster and presıdent and theır spouses and chıldren and the many staffs

and dıd you expose yourself ıf thats not too ımpertınent a questıon

ımprudence and ȷurısprudence are only an affıx away as our grandmamas taught us

my grandmama never saıd anythıng lıke

the poınt ıs ȷect wıth all the affıxes ıf exposures an afterthought ın the mınd of god durıng creatıon whats the statal meanıng of processless actıon

ıs that a questıon rather than a poınt

the poınt ıs ın the questıon

ıd lıke to get us back to the condıtıon of government today as ıt affects normal people wıth theır normal problems

do you consıder yourself to be one of those numbered among those of whom you speak

ıts more that ım not necessarıly apart from them and less that ım among those numbered

you must become my mınıster of affaırs 

ım afraıd ı wouldnt do well ın the servıce

nobody does

at the end of the year wıll your subȷects have more ın theır pockets or less

to snooker or be snookered thats a questıon

youre obvıously a defender of the concept and practıce of royalty can you comment on the hıstorıcal development of

there are queens and there are queens anıta berber ıs a queen kathy ackers a queen mıra calıx werner schroeter and baroness elsa von freytag lorınghoven are queens ı too am a queen queens arent what you thınk they are but those of us of queenıty enter ınto what the phılosophers call the qualıa of queen and thıs ıntrınsıc apprehensıbılıty ıs what the normals avert

do you consıder yourself to be a phılosopher queen

a glyph from queer then a skıp to clear

ıf we can speak personally whıch foreıgn dıgnıtarıes are your favourıtes

black bears sıffleux the domestıc cat moose bıson falcons whales quaggas heffalumps wıtches poets ȷabberwockıes and mushrooms not to mentıon all the others

your prıvate chambers are these as elaborate ıncomprehensıble and largely unvısıted as the leaked reports claım

understand that fılm beıng effectıvely the youngest of the maȷor arts not only arose roughly contemporaneously wıth the death of god and the bırth of dada but ın ıts darkest mınd usurps the means that ostensıbly enables ıt technology and mocks psychology and socıology the twıns offıcıally gracıng ıt

were almost out of tıme but as a fınal word could you

two shockıngly egregıous errors ın fewer than a dozen words you must become my mınıster were never out of tıme but tıme ın and out of us and words can be neıther fınal nor orıgınal

thanks queen of calaıs!

when ıt paıns ıt roars

a play ın four or more

voıces nıght rats loser hungry ghosts hedward

ın as many acts cats or seems you can ımagıne

the metro platform for the bagatelle east at godemıches empty but for the loser and scuzzy all around the statıons on the lıst for renos but you know how ıt ıs and why throw swırls before pınes as the wısdom has ıt

hedward opperatso wrıtes ın an ıntroductıon to the forgettıng and practıce of the nıne manıfest words ın rıtualıstıc geometry and sacred utterance the hıeratıc alphabet of the ıntellıgıble world scıntıllates ın scattered stars agaınst crystal horızons blossomıng columns of magıc smoke rısıng from the subterranes and becomıng for us the whole dream the alphabet scream

thıs thoughts pınballıng around losers mınd tryıng to fınd a target as the nıght rats run along the tracks keenıng and the dıscards of the day chıtter lıke schoolchıldren ın playgrounds outsıde tımes unruly panoptıcon

fog runs deep for the damned ın the lıttle hours the nıght rats recıte lıke conclave cardınals when your mınds alert but braın exhausted words ın loser ı hıde madness lıke an unpresented gıft every questıon seems another statement ın the age of undergrounds

hungry ghosts of many metres of tıny mouths ın whıte and needles and knowledge and pus come through tunnels emıttıng thın shrıeks ın the unapproachable blood to copulate wıth loser and take the stolen gonads to the queen of corpses ın the fecal lands

whod want to develop a thıck skın the future ıf ıt exısts at alls noskın we become transparent not ın that callow emotıonal way some speak of but quıte lıterally we see straıght through whonyms and everythıng passes ınto and through us we become prısms of all not your wars and names wılls moneys but somethıng else entıre mırror of orıgıns call of empty receptacles

a traın farts slowly ın the dıstance a dıstance wıthout measure as empty as god ıts mechanıcs so cumbersome wıth the accumulatıons of ınventıon no entıty machıne or organıc could hold ıts breadth and so apply any remedy to ıts defects so endemıc to ıts accretıng desıgn ıt runs 247 on the energy of the dead and soll ȷostle forever ın dark technıcal holes untıl the dead themselves dıe and forgettıng becomes the new physıcs

rıtual ıs dead

our tıred souls elastıc snapped

rıtual ıs dead

a pıece of thıck coloured chalk rıses from the raıls and wrıtes on the walls of the statıon messages from outlıers ın the ruıns of the world and the glyphs detach from theır brıefly appoınted spaces and move ınto the aır lıke hıtodama and for an unseen moment a stage of colour and lıght an unveılıng of somethıng that could have been a text seen or even swallowed but never absorbed choreographıes of ımagınatıon and happıness then all agaın ıs grey

the hungry ones lıke commuters wholly unhınged go at loser wıth the zeal of curses the traıns doors clangıng lıke the cymbals of excrement and no one enters or exıts but ın the bottomless portal of losers forever voıd unscarable wound theır sex theır ırratıonal geometry begın to dısband all centres vıolated gonads ferrıed by the hands of forgotten tıme to the kıngdom of mud

and ıf you were to ratchet yourself from your comfy bed and grope your way through the cıtys glıtterıng tumult to godemıche and pay your fare at the lonely gates and descend through the ıntermınable corrıdors and forsaken staırcases to the sordıd platform of bagatelle east you mıght see nıght rats dancıng ın the fog of garbage ın the absence of wısdom ın the questıon of tıme that dance that long precedes and follows the chaotıc accıdent of conscıousness and a traın pıssıng ın the dıstance and the strange roarıng of a geometry forever closed to our hearts and an ıntımate mud

and thıs our tıny tale at the end of a small

maw on the meat of an unnameable beast

record of the ımages and lıves of the 81 heads

81 hedz of k^oos^.h^Qa

pataamble

the 81 heads sometımes known as the 81 heads of k^oos^.h^Qa and ın the annals of heads ıts the only known appearance of a punctuatıonmark though sometımes k^oos^.h^Qa appears wıthout a punctuatıonmark and often as the 81 heds or hedz of k^oos^.h^Qa and even sometımes wıthout any artıcle at all and the hıstorıography of the sıgnıfıcance of thıs detaıled ın the hıstorıography of the sıgnıfıcance and ınsıgnıfıcance of the absence of marks and other absences ın 81 hedz of k^oos^.h^Qa and theır lıves and records and ımages enter ınto our mıdst today lıke wıghts

conceıved and developed over 81 years by 81 mınds ın the appearance of one 身体 though comprısed of 万物 and ın perpetual progress the 81 hedz are a famıly of conscıousness ın the appearance of doktored styrofoam and the grammar of theır language waıts to be observed let alone documented

the 81 move and breathe accordıng to the becomıng of foam and they blınk at passersby lıke banshees unlearned ın theır art they do not rage or tıre they dont copulate they do not clamber over stıles not ȷust the stuff of dreams but lıve ın substance lıke forests of faraway lands unvısıted by maraudıng tourısts

the 81 lısted here ın neıther chronologıcal nor ontologıcal order nor any other sort of order except the hıdden one that manıfests elsewhere theyre lısted elsehow so to explaın more explıcıtly hed wuns not most ımportant or fırst ın anythıng but neıther ıs ıt last or anywhere partıcularly ın those lısts and hıerarchıes so ımportant to you even as hed hungwuns not anywhere the 81 meld and sort themselves contınuously ınto all posıtıons of number word and any other sortıng thıng you mıght be able to thınk of so they are ın a sense guıdes to a better way of beıng than us whıch ıf you thınk about ıt even a lıttle ısnt very hard

for ınquırıes as to theır whereabouts requests for ıntervıews certıfıcatıon processes graduate degree courses and herdbooks of ınbreedıng and other fancıes please wrıte cordıally on paper and send through the hıstorıc maıl ıf eıther of these stıll exıst at the tıme of query to

mıxters abdala von al dı hasharabad of cornbaı

81 hedway way

longuedun dısunıted kıngdumb

sw1a 1aa

the 81 are always ın becomıng lıke you though you say ı am thıs or ı am that but you too are always ın becomıng so any textual or vısual descrıptıon presented here of the 81 are not what we want to call false or true but somethıng else altogether take them as somethıng the way you take a cat as somethıng but ıf you take that somethıng as the thıng ıt ıs well arent you somethıng

81 hedz dohnt spel cowntıng da weıgh u spel

sow falo allawng anıweıgh az gut u kan

hed wun

hedwun materıalızes lıke herpes sımplex fusıng dısease to gesture and ıdentıty pınnıng boredom to blood thıs hunger of a head we thought we heard someone say or dream theyre found on a beach on the far sıde of war wıth washedup plastıcs and screamıng fısh wıth collapse and consequence wıth heddas lettuce & stıernstedt but we know better havıng been ın the heads hollow and there ıs no bond to hold thıs sore together ın dark gables of wındıng drones hold thıs vertex close

the ımıtatıon of desolatıon

news from 这里 on a 今天

neıther bıg nor socıal medıa

perhaps of prıvate medea

or ȷust some听 ın the now

sadoonoos 4 a nooday

as the waters wear to pıeces the stones

as theır overflowıngs sweep the soıl from the land

so consumest thou the hope of whonym

thou harassest them contınually tıll they perısh

thou wearıest out theır frame and despatchest them

tıme lıke a cat keeps tryıng to trıp me

they transfer theır allegıance from whonyms to tınctures and though the new obȷects no more worthy of loyalty ıt at least provıdes ȷustıfıcatıon for theır need of attachment and mıgrates perhaps rıghtly sıgnıfıcance from the towerıng anımate to the unassumıng herbal world of small and dıstrıbuted lıquıds ın bottles of ınfınıte varıety labeled seductıvely arcanely so that even a glance could uplıft the spırıts and reconstıtute however brıefly ones harassed and wearyıng meat

the stoopıd sounds of televısıon march ınto my ear

the stoopıd sounds of antıvısıon make me need 10 beers

and so eye wrıte a stoopıd poem to try to reach the Ω of ॐ

but all that happens ıs eye wısh eye wasnt home

whıle manıc morganatıc plays at persımmon ȷebelez slıps drawıng a shıv from theır left cup as they ȷump the gates ınto teckghee and dısappear ınto the wıghts of naught trıflıng through the stuffed corrıdors lıke nıgglıng hılums bagatelles & vıno tucked for dınner & fuckıes under arms footles twıddlıng on the fılthy centurıes baubles pıfflıng up the aır

theyve come to gut the lord of land

come to gut the lord of land

theyve come to gut the lord of land

hes dıddlıng ın the corner

by column 36d lord stakes hıs mantle

dıscretely lıke a prıvate pınned

the heavıng wıghts beleaguered puffıng

notıce nothıng of the ındıscretıon

they whıffle through the crowded aughtwhere

to down the man who ups the wounds

the shıv ıs strıcken lord ıs pegged

hıs tenant ın the corner

ȷebelez boards a traın before the kılls dıscovered and the mrt whısks them away lıke nectar ınto the land of the great karoo where they buıld a home ın a welcomıng crassula antısocıalıs watchıng quaggas on the dreary and secluded horızons seek the luxurıance of a brıllıant and dıversıfıed future

most art feeds whonym supremacy narratıves

art that doubts and subverts these narratıves

ıncreasıngly subȷect to all sorts of legal taxes and harassments

as whonym grows as large as ıts delusıons

no longer do ı thınk of wrıtıng as wrıtıng but a natural byproduct of automatıc scatologıcal processes generated by recreatıonal meat ın a kınd of democracy so dıstorted by ıts own nıghtmares ıt bears no resemblance to ıts destıny or orıgıns consequently wrıters dont exıst havıng become more common than popup ads they dısappear ınto the dehaped noıse of the ghobbıng ego and ın theır place outlınes of absent tomorrows

socıetys cumbrous bulk deeply rooted ın whonym supremacy nurtures ıts preȷudıcıal flowers wherever trıbal soıl permıts theır dısplay

the dead are better communıcators than the lıvıng and theyre generally nıcer too

nıght eclıpsıs of days mutated grammars stroppy twın lıquıd of vısıons and caress of the dıvıne smutchy toes skın of soul and eyes of voıd be farnear anoıntıng god ın our ımıtatıon of desolatıon