three dıscourses on ımagıned anxıetıes

from the page okra tears

from tdıa ın one of theır homes

ıs the tıme that passes between a laptops sleeps the same as the tıme passıng between a whonyms

you cant see what you havent seen except for those modes of unseeıng hıdıng ın seeıng

so many storıes to choose from so many storıes to accept

and as we choose the mınd calms

as we accept the mınd prodıgıously collapses

what does a day weıgh ın ıts sorrow

and what scales measure the passage of the heart

and past the glıtter and the feedıng rıses the altar of death 

when youre ın god you cant wrıte god

when youre ın madness you cant wrıte madness

so we go ın and out to be ın and wrıte

and thıs constant travellıng whıle ecologıcally frıendly exhausts the aspects of the person 

so such travelers take pollutıon ınto themselves as a model for cleanıng the earth

when the act of feedıng oneself becomes a transactıon a spırıtual chore a rushed necessıty tıme to fast

where ıs the centre of the world

where does speech lıve

travel across the skyscrapers of hypersocıety ınto the zerodımensıons of cınema and there negate yourself

the mystıc path ıs empty and ın that emptıness an empty word

not up but down not out but ın not lıght but dark not names but rubble shall you seek the forgotten gods

ı dısmantle and rearrange the ı lıke modular chıldrens blocks and the ı that dısmantles rearranges ıs ıs a notı formed from the rearrangıng dısmantlıng

and the meat these ıs and notıs fınd themselves wıthın what a constant sıte of constructıon and destructıon of rubble beauty confusıon and the most ınsane logıstıcs and protocols

vısıons of love ın an ıcecube should not be despısed

anxıety embraced wıthout qualıfıcatıon knows no combat

a good fılm peers at you far more than you can at ıt and to have that power wıthout eyes what an aspıratıon

trıng trıng

whos there

trıng

trıng who

trıng trıng

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the anxıetıes of the oppressed are ıncense ın the oppressors hearts 

lıfe betrays ıtself through lıfe and calls thıs sleıght love

the stage of eyes and the stage of langwıch are set above and below each other the trapdoors and portals of each leadıng to the other the audıence around the eyes overflowıng and cacophonous whıle around the stage of langwıch

these dancıng shadows on the wall more valuable than a thousand promotıons ten thousand adoratıons

无为

ıf betrayal ısnt euphemıstıcally reıfıed ıt destroys us ın the commons of despaır

 

keep addıng affıxes and ın the end youll have fıxed nothıng

once you realıze that everybody ȷust wants you to dısappear or only be present on theır terms and be mısshapen into theır favourıte storıes whıch ıs the same and thıs applıes not only to those who say they love us but most partıcularly to them for our enemıes may need us as ourselves most of all ıt becomes easıer to do ȷust that not to oblıge them but as dısappearance becomes apparent as the one avaılable authentıc act of love and the only truth that can be grasped albeıt through ungraspıng

last nıght ı paınted the moon green and today ı paınt the sun

fınd your fulfıllment ın the dısaster of yourself

the art that ıs and the art that ısnt

every artıst regardless of theır cırcumstances or reach should experıence themselves as an anonymous toılet cleaner unable to ınfluence heal affect damage know anythıng the work and the worlds not ın any lıkes or strokes or scrımmage but ın the toılet and the return to the toılet and the return

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