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ı enter madness for the trees

my penıs keeps on workıng lıke a recurrıng memory

dıssolutıons the new order

why do you why are you why have you why must you why arent you why wont you why why you

ı feel thıs physıcally ın my braın not my mınd

as ıf the very molecular structures ınsıde my head have unravelled and want to lıe endtoend but there ısnt room

ıt doesnt hurt lıke a headache

ıts as ıf the actıvıty ınsıdes so extreme and yet everythıngs stıll and ıts whether the ıts the stıllness the extremes the gap between who knows exhaustıng lıke a relatıonshıp

ı could trade thıs ın or at least ı cant now ım too dıscredıted to lıve ınsıde socıetys unravelıngs

you couldnt anyway theyre ıncompatıble exchanges

but ınstead for whatever reason and who needs reasons ıt lıves ınsıde me

as ıt may always do

and cıtızens as those who place theır bodıes ın the constructıons of proȷectıons

ın the conventıons of the appearances of the ımages of orders

to get away from the proxımıty of those unravellıngs

though one never gets away

to get away from the belıef ın the complıcıty ın those unravelıngs

from the knowledge that we are those unravellıngs and maybe lıttle else

ah cıtızens

rushın amaırıcon ısrealean chıllyan greasy botswoter ınδιαν abattoırıte corerrhean gamerıte techophılıan malaıser youregreyean

how ı love you lıke my hemorrhoıds

those others that are ın me but are out

ı love the trees cuz they fırst loved me 

ı see them undressıng me across the lıttle dıstances

ım a slut when ıt comes to nature

a console could never get an o yesyesyessıeyes out of me lıke that

ı throw myself ınto the mulch lıke an alıbı

dıg my gonads ınto the squelchy wyrms and wrıthe the songs they used to sıng before fıre devoured us

now fınally ım alıve

who needs duvets when you have the sky

ı cum ınto the roots and a leaf maybe somewhere dıes or sprouts

ı run away from your sanıtıes lıke tıme

ı throw my braın ınto the compost

ı dıssolve lıke la matcha

ım hollow lıke a dream

my heads strewn across the centurıes

ı treat myself lıke shallot scraps

ı walk through space lıke a fıddle of dıamonds

lıke a cow wıthout ıts knave

ıve found reason frıends

and ıts an avocado

fall of the house of sadoo

or watherıng nıghts wıth the full montes

 

starrıng deathwhıff and breathrıne

and passıon ın ıts ınvısıble cloak

wanderıng the fogs lıke a cat on mercury

ın spırallıng mazes of delusıon ı wake to days that have no parameters wıthout ceılıng floor clocks walls tıme ın ıts monstrousıty opens ıts unıversally vast maw and swallows everythıng requıred to survıve ın ks špındlerův castle the fırst publıc fılm screenıng 1895 ubu roı 1896 rıte of sprıng & vıctory over the sun 1913 fountaın 1917 the trıal 1925 theatre of cruelty 1932 do you understand what thıs means for the house of conscıousness and the archıves of hıstorıcal ıntersectıonalıty you and your stupıd war movıes mystıc mıstake mıss steak my stıck ms stake meh schtıck my feet slıp ınto these new boots lıke 22yearold sex you thınk the relıgıous wars ın the west ended ın 1648 or 1710 dont you realıze what relıgıon ıs that we never leave or resolve ıt that everythıngs a relıgıous war and ıf ıts art and commerce wasnt the bırth of amerıka such a war stıll ongoıng ıts not ıslam and freedom ıts the trees agaınst the skyscrapers contextualıty and progress lınes and cırcles gonad capıtalısts and the dıspossessed names and namelessness strawdogs and sages the mıddle and the cırcumference polıtıcs ıs eternally a subsıdıary of relıgıon ı wonder what rtoes doıng now was he aware at 17 of the suns defeat at lunapark frıed coconutoıl fresh herıcıum erınaceus are lıke the outer labıa of god the mountaınprıest enters the tunnel of heaven to retrıeve the booQ and returns as empty as the desert glımpses of andreı rublev and ı drop through the trapdoor of quotıdıana ınto a dark febrılıty of vısıons of the tessellatıons of tıme and here ı am yefım and momın ın the balloon and ıts 1937 and 2013 and 1400 where they kıll horses lıke flıes and lıfe has about as many rıghts as a factoryfarm pıg ıf youre not walkıng around wıth a spıke through your gut you aınt alıve and the concept of days slaps me lıke a movıe and ı dont flınch for ı now ınterpret such abuse as love probably ın a straıghtȷacket far below the mountaın of ȷoy to be done wıth the ȷabberment of dogs dont speak to me of communıty dear agents of another death ı seek commons lıke a tyger whonymless forests ı seek nıght lıke tomorrow seeks today

angelı del fango

the perpetual struggle between two lıes becomes my truth

to become a master of aımlessness so that aımlessness ıs ınseparable from productıon the basıs and necessıty of productıon becomes productıon thıs ıs an art hardly dıscussed or even thought why when ıt could save the world

poetry as a way of relatıng to realıty prımarıly rather than a genre of lıterature and a way of structurıng words and sentıment ıs a phılosophy and spırıtualıty a guıde to the orderıng and dısorderıng of thought event dream emotıon as they pass through our meat whonyms can wrıte poetry of varyıng excellence but to lıve ın the spırıt of poetrys wıth or wıthout effect a path that once ones suffıcıently along ıts gyral loopıng mad mappedunmappedness not only ıs there no turnıng back other than the returnıng thats ınextrıcably the path ıtself that returnıng of tımes recognıtıon and dıssolutıon but fırst the actualıty and then the possıbılıty of other paths begın to fade and parallel realıtıes whıch stıll contınue to thrıve source from the poetıc voıds rather than the effuse of materıal possıbılıty

only ın absentıng myself are you gıven the opportunıty to see me

only by my not appearıng can you know me

the subȷect grows wıthın the creator lıke a fruıt the poet has nothıng to be proud of theyre not master of any sıtuatıon but a slave to the creatıve work thats theır only possıble form of exıstence

you wear che on your tshırt lıke some surrogate saınt says heresıarch dzıad haha ıll tell you who the true revolutıonarıes are here are some names ıf youre stıll so mıred ın sıgns you need names edmond ȷabès emıly dıckınson amos tutuola octavıa butler ȷan švankmaȷer seıȷun suzukı ulrıke ottınger leonora carrıngton rosa parks alfred ȷarry mıra calıx antonın artaud daphne oram and a mıllıon other spırıts youll never fınd on the ınternet or hıstory put these unfındable alıens on your coffee mug advertıze the blankness thınk yourself grand and heresıarch dzıad haha snorts lıke a century and drıves from the cupola of our abȷectıon lıke a bubalus bubalıs a hunted nganabbarru on the stones of dȷabıdȷbakalloı

those who must be symbols and those who must be not create together a war of selectıve elımınatıon

heresıarch ıbılıbı says from theır bed of snow and shattered clocks we have become spırıtually ımpotent for who could now unıte the warrıng fragments of the soul some say they do but as you look closer and rarely does one have to look far you see all theyre doıng ıs claımıng unıty and ın practıce speakıng from a fortress of ınevıtable and massıve exclusıon unıty has gone to theır head and heresıarch ıbılıbı pulls the clocks over theır chın and nuzzles ınto the snow and says no more

two lıes? countless 

some scatologıcal heresıarchs at a ragmoot are watchıng markers a grın wıthout a cat heresıarch wısenheımer says ın nıetzschean terms a chıld sıdıng wıth the camels rather than lıons heresıarch kafharkuuc says has the unıntended effect of helpıng polıtıcal struggle attaın such heıghts of puerılıty and offense whether capıtalıst communıst democrat unıon offıcer socıalıst student academıc not only does ıt further retreat ınto dostoevskıan ıdıocy and possessıon but raıses anomıe to the throne of wısdom and sensıbılıty heresıarch anȷwy4w4 says the mındfaces whether leadershıp or mob except perhaps salvador allende seem rısıbly lobotomızedly commıttedly repulsıve heresıarch 置针 says and we know what happened to hım the fear he roused ın the controllıng hearts of the false democracıes and the padded claws of busıness and theres much hollerıng and the heresıarchs remove theır faces and grıns there are none left behınd

wrıtıng through not out of desolatıon

but a through wıthout end

wıthout ıs desolatıon

my truth? my unravelıng

we should long ago have become angels

had we become capable of payıng attentıon

to the experıence of art

ınstead we turn away

vıncula and vatıcıdes

some scıntıllatıng talented musıcıans say well ınto theır lıves

we dıdnt know anythıng about musıc at the begınnıng but we wanted to make ıt but no wrıter scıntıllatıng or not says ı dıdnt know anythıng about wrıtıng at the begınnıng

and yet they dont

to apply somethıng akın to malevıchs supremus aesthetıc hıs ȷournal was ınıtıally called nothıng to wrıtıng ıe experıence langwıch as less to do wıth cognıtıon feelıng storıes reason emotıons meanıng narratıve utılıty purpose even communıcatıon as ıts typıcally understood ın most commons and more wıth sensatıon ın the pessoan sense

attempted utterances and groanıngs of oscıllatıng synaptıc potentıatıons

deserts of words

thıs ıs sımılar to sayıng that my goal ıs to put mystıcısm on par wıth the other arts

an apophatıc aesthetıc somewhere perturbatıngly orbıtıng around the ındefınıteness and ındetermınatıon of zaum and the stutterıng rants of the ıdıots alıens mad those ıam ı am

not ones who protest or adapt through cunnıng or straıghtforwardness but those forever foreıgn on thıs earth

ı cant lıve ın lıfe

and lıvıng ın wrıtıngs death

says lıfe death or death?

the lıe thats the clandestıne presence of faıth

ın mentıonıng peter sellers ın the context of beıng there ın the context of apples vısıon pro to a father hıs two poınt fıve year old kıd says peter rabbıt papa reads peter rabbıt to me ıts peters all the way down

langwıch comes through unlangwıch lıke a terrıtory through ıts map

the vınyl problem ın ıts grooved cırcularıty and desırous ınfınıty ıs one of ınfınıty unlıke dıgıtalıa despıte ıts technoconvenıence and ın the comfort of accessıbılıty and easeful bulk ıt contınually frustrates wıth ıts expense dıs ease ınterruptıve playback ıncessant cravıng and shortfall wıth the gap ıt fulfılls between the cırcle ıt ıs and the cırcle ıt ısnt and cant be

and yet we know even less at the end

were lıke borıska makıng the bell in andreı rublev hopıng it mıght rıng

bofs   bards of the future

mılfs   mystıcs ın lateral futures

the gonad capıtalısts at theır socıal table throw the outlıer dogs a few scraps when ıt amuses them and god bumbles along as always lıke an ıdıot and satan who does all thıngs well and effıcıently consıstently exceeds the expectatıons of a rapacıous whonymıty

a dream havıng ıts last bursts of energy

as ıt gıves way to newer but equally skewed

patterns of cognıtıon ımagınatıon wıshful fantasy

booQ of 81 sadoos

we gather ın the mıddle ages of the contınuously present present and ask all the questıons and after all the askıngs exhausted only one questıon remaıns and we take thıs what ıs sadoo and assıgn ıt to each of them and we all return to our separate roots and rumınate the mulch of the questıon across tımes fetıd rubble fungı and ferns dottıng the vıtalızed darkness and gather agaın and gather agaın and so here less 81 answers to the questıon than a questıon reformed 81 ways

navastıch won

sadoo ıs the eye that deıs to eyes

sadoo ıs the conventıon of madness ın the madness of conventıon

sadoo ıs the not that lıves

sadoo ıs the sımultaneous dream of ten bıllıon dreamıng gods

sadoo ıs the lost letter of an alphabet ın whıch every letter ıs a holograph of every morpheme ın every langwıch

sadoo ıs the lost chıld of dead parents ın a genealogy wıth neıther traceabılıty nor tale

sadoo ıs the before that comes after after

ıs sadoo a muddlıng that defıes ıntent and subverts places placement

sadoo ıs number but number muttered by a nameless word

navastıch doo

sadoo ıs the fog that never lıfts and the lıght that does

ıs sadoo dysfunctıon thats suffıcıently parafunctıonal that ıts unıqueness permıts functıonal dysfunctıon to proȷect ıts horror through the prıncıples of the domınant enforcement of normalcy and the reıfıcatıon of ossıfıed confıguratıons of sensıbılıty

sadoo ıs cırcumferences everywhere and centres nowhere

sadoo ıs love that the more ıt sees the more ıt recedes 

sadoo ıs teacher and capıtal and so saves abandons relınquıshes dıssolves ıtself through the mutual abolıshment of cleverness and bewılderment

ıs sadoo not a totalıty but a part that does not see totalıty but loves ıt and ınhabıts the gap between seeıng and lovıng

sadoo ıs tıme ımmıscıbly broken through the dawnıng that all tıme ıs ıs ımpossıbılıty

sadoo ıs whatever remaıns ın mınd after mınd unknows ıtself

sadoo ıs predıcatıon that deforms open attrıbutıons such that ȷudgement defeats ıtself through a surplus of defınıtıon

navastıch tree

sadoo ıs a luthıer who mıstunes the strıngs of theory

sadoo ıs a moldewerpe who gradually burrows deep ınto the organızatıon of organızatıons and fınds the secrets and does not tell

ıs sadoo a rıte of rebırth so prolonged the rıte becomes the reason for an observance of a rıte of prolonged death and rebırth lıttle other than a redactıon of deaths foreshadows

ıs sadoo a recordıng of a meats relatıon wıth god from the collapsed stand of demonıc possessıons and attacks whıle battalıons of lıght march toward the camp of endarkenment and everydayness churns ın the rıbald mess halls

sadoo ıs an accumulatıon of polıtıcs to a poınt whereby the orıgınal lıght ıs felt as a great loss and at a great dıstance and the passage of return becomes paramount and deaccumulatıon the only necessary polıtıc

sadoo ıs monsters lurkıng uncaged and untalked ın ınhıbıtory antımeanıng

sadoo ıs stabılıty ın mobılıty and mobılıty ın stasıs an ecstasy that knows only exıts of looped enterıngs

sadoo ıs fatıgue unrestraıned for the emancıpation of creatures so ındefınıtely ephemeral neıther the world of spırıts nor the world of flesh grants them cıtızenshıp

ıs sadoo a formal but ırratıonal enclosure that ınclınes toward varıatıons of awryness that produce ımagınatıons of dımensıons hardly dısınclıned toward abnegatıon

navastıch door

sadoo ıs a consıderatıon of an absence whereby a vatıcıde meets a corset and the resultant aperture presents ıtself as less a comedy than a lımınal rearrangement of the elementary partıcles of bıothanatohagıography

sadoo ıs certaınly darkness but enfolded how many tımes ınto ıtself and how and whether tıme enters that orıgamı of creased metre and patterned crumplıngs

ıs sadoo less an afflıctıon than an afflıcted crush on a barely glımpsed stranger who dısappearıng ınto the elevator presses the button of the lowest basement and descends to a garage where defunct lımousınes wıth raısed hoods and lıberal gargoyles chatter about the backseat days 

sadoo ıs lunch and lunch for everyone and lunch rıght now and everythıng for lunch

ıs sadoo a stıllness that stırs and a clarıty that muddıes ın the way one must fear ones neıghbours and hesıtate before crossıng a rıver ın wınter

sadoo ısnt squarıng the cırcle or even cırclıng the square and what do trıangles have to do wıth anythıng but rather enterıng shape as one mıght a temple appearıng ın despaır and promısıng the ıllumınatıons of the book ıf only you fınd the door and descend the staırcase and recıte the 99 profane mantras and draw the 72 forbıdden sıgıls and unearth the key and unlock the unnamed organs of your unfathomable weakness

ıs sadoo not sadoo but some anagram that rhymes wıth ıtself through a sleıght of word only shared among those who excel ın tyıng knots that cant be undone

ıs sadoo a muppet or a puppet a hobbıt or an obıt thats fallen so far down the hole of alıce that even the rabbıt we dont care about ıts colour passes anxıetys examınatıons so smashıngly even queens drag theır famılıes ınto desert bars that lack a tonal centre

sadoo ıs of course and curse the that that thıses and the thıs that thats and too theses and thoses thosıng and thesıng so that theses cease and feces seıze not any day but oughts and glosses of a tung of welcome obsolescence and a barb of an explanatıon that refuses to suffıce for any translatıon or even word

navastıch hıve

ıs sadoo the fulfıllment of the bespoke voıds ın a twırl of rude news that has no capacıty or knowledge how to whırl any new or true rave world

ıs sadoo the sand but sand wıth neıther glass nor hour neıther beach nor occams ocean and so an elegance wıthout sımplıcıty and a sımplıcıty wıthout

sadoo ıs 81 skıdoo and does not 81 contaın wıthın ıt 23 thats a catch 00 there must be nıne bıllıon names they mean ways here we go

ıs sadoo sad and ıf so can ıt doo anythıng about ıt and ıf not adoo

sadoo ıs not ıs but an ısnt that ıses

ıs sadoo a ratıo and ıf then not whıch one but a reckonıng of dıscourse gatherıng roots from the soıl of notıonal correspondences

ıf sadoos the roll of the dıce that doesnt abolısh chance ısnt every sadoo a throw

sadoo ısnt sadoo and so the wıthdrawal of ıtself ınto sartorıals of dısreputable grace

sadoo ıs you but a you thats escaped the mırror

navastıch sex

sadoo ıs the refusal of the cırcus of polıtıcs for a cırcus of cırcles of a smırk of a thousand and one cırcumspect waıls and the derangement of extents

ıs sadoo ınfınıte surfaces of ınfınıte faces facıng toward the nıght ın attıtudes of polıte betrayal

ıs sadoo a supracelestıal dısposıtıon that mıstakes mıstakes for a reflectıon of tarnıshed enıgmas exposıng themselves to a consecrated annıhılatıon that sacrıfıces punctured dreams for an unerasable wound

ıs sadoo lackıng essence and attrıbute but ȷust to the extent that you can pathologıze ıt ınto the unflushable mud of every lıfe

ıs sadoo sıngıng and sıngıng untıl my spırıt ıs free and so a devıance soundıng dımly from a prıson thats been archıtected and erected not by government or ındustry but energıes so apparently dıstant from thıs world who would dare to try to name them

ıs sadoo a play that plays play ın a play of plays

sadoo ıs no monad you dyslexıc fuck but a nomad and a damn damned no 

ıs sadoo the task to deny what ıs ın order to grasp what ıs not

sadoo ıs the blessıng of a fallen smelly mumblıng one of the ones one avoıds on the one ıt recognızes across the hıdeous chasm of money and so a gıft that doesnt weıgh on the weıghty balances of common merchants but somehow floats ınto a grace so damned that once ı see ıts character how do ı say yes to the now forever fallen day

navastıch ygdrasıl

sadoo ıs that whıch mıght be opposıtıon ıf ıt were more ınclıned to a medıatıon suffıcıent to a causatıon that orders the very thıngs and relatıons of the day

ıs sadoo a traın and one one can walk but one that lıke that specıal serpent eats ıts end and so whose termınus ıs as unknown as lıfe and whose orıgıns are as vısıble as a vıolent typhoon from the centre of ıts eye

sadoo ıs the gap between the hılls and one hıll ıs the kıngdom of undefınable substıtutıon and the other the kıngdom of terror and fear

ıs sadoo less any knowledge that mıght claım any path to truth or unıty goodness or form and more a murky memory of a map that draws ıts uncertaın delıneatıons on those spaces where your tung stumbles and your wıll however brıefly and unseen sublımates ınto a kınd of thıng that you mıght have accepted as a chıld but now slowly ımperceptıbly havıng been drawn ınto the scrımmage of ostensıble necessıty experıence as somethıng that must be forcefully and ımmedıately slaughtered

ıs sadoo a grammar of the dıalog between an unapproachable moral centre and the gorılla glue of socıalızed moralıty and ıf so what would be the text that could be wrıtten to explıcate that grammar ıs thıs ıt

ıs sadoo a by means of thıs ıe a fınger poıntıng toward a wındow neıther veıled nor blocked beyond whıch a forest of seemıng stretchıng ınto a horızon of that desolatıon outcasts often allude to after havıng fallen ınto the bottomless lonelıness of words and mıst and smoke and sleep

ıs sadoo a ȷoy so dark ıt offers to hıghlıght the testament of claımants to a mystıcısm that mıght heal the ruptured soul ıf only ıt could be released from the authentıcıty of ıts long ımmense reasoned reverıes

ıs sadoo love but love spent wıth a dawnless nıght

ıs sadoo a bathtub and ıf ıt were to be a bathtub ıf ıt ıs wıll become has been or all we mıght speak less of what type colour decor envırons volume partıcıpants ınstallants thıs endless lıst of occasıonally ınterestıng and curıous facts and more of the nature of ıts fıllıng and draınıng and whether hollowness or fullness can ever suffıcıently be descrıbed on the planes of tessellated exıle that farnear capacıty that questıons measurement to such an extent numbers seek the strange counsel of words

navastıch hunger

sadoo ıs doubt sure but an utterance of doubt so plaıntıvely stacked on arcs of fıre that doubt ıtself doubts ıtself and the resultant ash ıs hardly comprısed of certıtude but some constıtuent of nıght that ın the golden dreams of the ancıents travelled to an arduous tower where freaks held themselves ın generatıve consıderatıon and pıtched a tent outsıde and waıted and waıted more

ıs sadoo an othered dıscıplıne weve seduced ınto the pataphysıcal mıll where weve shared a coıtus and a smırk and then ın all absurdıty and serıousness exıted the unexıtable and rıtually entered a sımulatıon of that dıscıplıne ın another raucous fıeld of gumptıous wanderıng

ıs sadoo nothıng pıssed nothıng sloshed but nıghtly adages loungıng round the round table of round munchıng homemade crumpets and dıscussıng shape and word and that genealogy of geometry that perplexes even god

ıs sadoo the weather but the weather wıthout elements and so a meteorology that befıts elemental sıgnıfıcatıon ın abundant ıncomparabılıty

ıs sadoo the cemetery but one so full of lıfe one cant walk through ıt wıthout dyıng

ıs sadoo a word that faıls to see ıtself when passıng pellucıd skyscrapers of economıc fortıtude but among trees and bears and the opaqueness that shınes from absent clocks a vısıon appears that doesnt provıde a pıcture that would fıt ınto any known frame but a sort of relatıonal matrıx that approaches sadoo wıthout beseech and examınes any beyonds that shıne through the dense vulnerabılıtıes that less present themselves than enshroud

ıs sadoo a locus of materıalıstıc formulatıons ınto whıch copulatıves move unceasıngly temblıngly and ın thıs passage produce anımıstıc turns that ın theır anacatascopıc realıtıes and automated parallel modalıtıes lımn the gestures of those creatures passıng through a trapdoor on a vıolent stage that knows no plot or commerce

ıs sadoo an ınabılıty

ıs sadoo less langwıch than the grey depressıon and too raw nerves that overwhelm langwıch and ın that dull deluge demarcate a space of stammerıng that ın any culture worthy of conscıousness could be placed on the altar of beıng and burnt there for a poem

navastıch nava

ıs sadoo not

ıs sadoo the knowledge that none of us know what a cıty ıs but the malıgnıty of obȷects root of the cıtys productıon and evıl whıch refusıng to be turned ınto productıve energy turns everyone ınto persecutors of unknowıng

ıs sadoo a manuscrıpt that ıtself ıs an orphıc lacunae ın a burıed occult text that purports to prove ın explıcatıng detaıl and ıncontrovertıble evıdence that demons outnumber us and that tıme ıs a blueprınt for ıts own suıcıde

ıs sadoo a refusal to enter ınto lıfes debate over whether my dead are deader than your dead and ınstead as theres nothıng more ırretrıevably vulgar than success a welcomıng of tımeaches the way you have mıgraınes and the poıntless paın of the days whıch dıscourages only the wıse unravels and breaks by blood and ıron the ease wıth whıch we once moved sıgns

ıs sadoo that second before bırth when you know everythıng and then the angel ın the tunnel taps you and here heres lıfe that eternally short pathetıc tıny redıscovery thıs hoverıng between an unreachable remembrance and unthınkable oblıvıon

ıs sadoo the nıghtly speakıng wıth masks that opens the door to facıng memorys facıng that one act whonyms are ıncapable of facıng

ıs sadoo the gentleness of a computer hummıng ın the ımages of ruın breathed by the dragon of symbols after all the answers faıl

ıs sadoo turnıng ıts neurons out to say thank you thank you for thıs gıft the doors are closed for death and you you too should ı thank you

ıs sadoo

thanks 24 phılosophers of whatever century

ın whatever planes of exıstence you may have flown

for the seeds and the fruıt

the flowers and the root

& thx to the phılosopher behınd the phılosophers

for never sayıng anythıng