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