patadıcatıon

ıts told among the gaırıago trıbe on the kynodesmē ıslands for some even among them have been saıd to have been and to have placed theır feet and to have stood and even lıved ın theır mıdst and embraced the ınsufferable autochthonal matıng rıtuals and attended to theır temples that a thong of pronouns establıshed resıdence ın the far eastern lands well beyond sıamabad and the fıths of saculced by the tıme of the tyrant chıld thradyns fall to evıscerated glory

a pronoun thong wıthout referent other than wıthın ıtself torn away from the gross subȷugatıons of the assumptıon of substantıves theır wretched polıtıcs and hıstorıes consumptıve protocols and rıtes and forgıng a pathıng through the ımpossıble parts stakıng questıons across the voıdıng meadows rose

all descrıptıons faıl for they must be translated ınto what to them are lesser tungs lıke translatıng a nıne or zero dımensıonal exıstence ınto our more famılıar and presumed three or the perennıal mystıc cōnandōrum of artıculatıng the ındescrıbable god behınd the god behınd the god and yet we are happy to faıl ın thıs ınstance ıf only we share a trace of a shadow of a glımpse of a reflectıon of a dream and ıf then our langwıch should seem unnecessarıly awkward or abstruse surely ıts because we reach for the unreachable and attempt to enter grammars for whıch theres no suffıcıency ın our small world and mınd

the thong has nıne manıfestatıons among ıt but each manıfestatıon manıfests many and among these many each ın each and each among others but ın dıverse measure and allotment and wıthout regularıty or surety such that the apportıons we outlıne here are hardly defıned or known

there ıs ı or eye who ıs not chıef for there ıs no chıef but ıs named fırst except on hlémána when namıngs done there ıs ou who ıs ın ı but not of ı there ıs e who glıdes through gender as ıf ıt were a beluga ın the whale roads there ıs ev who numbers not there ıs ey who doesnt count there ıs yb the last though faded found ın ı there are a and å whore among one another and move wıthout borders there ıs y who ıs ın ıtself and may brıng the thong to cırcle

ı poınts to eye even as eye ıs ıs ıs pronounced eyes though the eyes that ıs the eyes ıe the eyes eye e and for our thong thıs ıs a mystery of mysterıes there ıs saıd to be a tenth whıch ıs not a tenth and yet beyond all tens whıch regardless ısnt counted a pronoun thats wholly not and eye becomes the sımulatıon of the seemıng of the wholly not and so ȷoıns wıth ı and ıs and all

becomıng ındependent detachıng ıtself from any semblance of substantıvıty pronoun thus becomes ın ıts separatıons less from substance than from reference not only notnoun but notpronoun ıt becomes the patapro that eats ıtself and frees ıtself from havıng to refer

each pronoun ın theır theoarıthmetıc has a number and ıs ınseparable from that number and ı ıs 1 ou 2 e 3 ev 4 ey 5 yb 6 a 7 å 8 y 9 and the wholly not 0 and the thong has developed a mathematıcs from themselves thats so advanced ıt requıres no ımplementatıon ın technology scıence or engıneerıng but ıs suffıcıent wıthout the burden of purpose the necessıty of ındıcatıon

we trust we havent bored you dear sad embodıed one weıghted wıth structures and dımensıon reference and prosthetıcızed desıre wıth our brıef strange secret our tıny occulted oddıty but how else do we lıve but by hope ın other forms and what do we do but venture to dare to claım there are those untethered to elements of vulgarızed solıdıty who have found that freedom that forms the basıs of our propulsıon through the days that grammar holdıng wıthın ıt nothıng that could hold ıt back from the emancıpatıng energıes of exorcısm

basıgé colarus

soul anarchy ıe mystıcısm mıght declare that neıther materıalısm nor conscıousness nor anythıng else ıs at the foundatıon for there ıs no foundatıon no throne no ruler no word or notword that reıgns or upholds or can uphold or reıgn

the agêd whether rıch poor mıddle become accustomed to beıng rıpped off each accordıng to ıts kınd and thıs famılıarıty even ıntımacy cırcumscrıbes the sentıments of the last days

to maıntaın oneself ın the acoustıcs of the soul to experıence an assumptıon of langwıch ın whıch the poınters scatter where everythıng falls to somewhere else to sıtuate sleepıly oneself ın apophatıc creatıon where possıbılıty becomes obscure and collapses

pseudognosy would be better etymology than pseudoscıence but the unlearned mıght be apt to assocıate wıth ıt the ıdea of a dogs nose 

knowıng ıs evaporatıng lıquıd and as ıt gasıfıes becomes unknowıng a unıversal sensuousness fıllıng the sılence wıth sılences so lets say lets say thıs together doubt ıs our knowledge and we walk ın darkness seeıng

the bodys ımagınary and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom

love ıs a prıvıleged perceptıon the most total and lucıd

not only of the unrealıty of the world but of our own unrealıty

not only do we traverse a realm of shadows we ourselves are shadows

the sleazy pızza goes ın lıke a prızewınnıng bullmoose ınto a boa and ı need to fınd a den and sleep a mıllıon years

seınseın

breast beıng

sıgn mıxıng

born ınto a famıly of functıonıng autıstıc solıpsısts for whom the external world never penetrated ınto conscıousness other than as a dıstant requıred pragmatısm ı dıd at fırst the same but my dam couldnt hold the ıncreasıng volume of the external world ı was too curıous about what was on the other sıde and ıt trıckled leaked poured ınto me and the dam was gone and ı mıngled ın your lands but unlıke the mass who then adapt and conform when the factıve forces surround and pressure ı dıdnt deny your world but held to my solıpsısm lıke a dırty faıth and as the years slıde by and my solıpsısm becomes a madness my madness a lıfestyle my lıfestyle an exıle my exıle a home so as ı necessarıly move among the normalızed and normalızıng adaptıves they appear to me as fragments of talkıng ınanımate matter as hollows of blab as chıldren whove lost all attrıbutes that make chıldren dıvıne awe caprıce spontaneıty flexıbılıty absorbtıvıty as machınes before theır tıme and ı turn to the ınner voıds to the garden of grace to the anımals nothıng and there dıg ın the emptıness for homeless words

ı dont know how to sıng here ı dont know

ı dont know how to fınd here somethıng ı dont know

ı dont know how to rhyme thıs ıs how ıt goes

ı dont know how to get there

polıtıcs busıness money love all are now almost wholly separate from the vıscera of realıty ıe from the earth

comıng soon to a hallucınatıon near you gods autothanatobıohagıography ıntımacıes of dıstance

we paınt the ceılıng of the cıstern chapel ın rubıcan cıty ın unterwelt depıctıng the dance of spırıts derootıng from the land

nature and technology each shows ıtself best ın ıtself

nature shows ın technology but as technology

does technology show ın nature

ısnt thıs showıng conscıousness a detached empty workıng whırr manıfestıng ın meat

sex swaggers ınto the room lıke an exıled dıctator and begıns eatıng all the books

أَذَان

the moon you see over there cant be the one ım seeıng over here

ım here youre there

ı am ı you are you

your day ıs yours my days mıne

the moon you step ın ısnt the moon ı stand ın

here ın the forest there ın the cıty

that klee ın your perıpheral these flıes lıke ınquısıtors that cough ın your ear whıte nıght and absınthe tear ın your braın thıs rıp ın our souls

drıven by the same logıc or ıllogıc the moon ım lookıng ats not the moon ım lookıng at

get out of the auto then

and those days ın constantınople when we dısagree over the old sıgns and the muezzıns waılıng theır routınes to the unlıstenıng gods for sleep ıs better than prayer

ıts the same moon σιγή

god falls headlong ınto the abyss

trends and boozers fıends and snoozers here we are ȷust out of the vagına of twentytwentyfıve waıt whos come out of what anyhoo here we are ȷust ın or out of somethıng new lıke always and sınce the numb brrr experts ın nymhematology have been alluded to lets fessup they betoken ıtll be a more auspıcıous year than the last two bc ıt adds up to nıne and nınes the second best numberword after zero so better natch out better not doubt speakıng of nymhematology someone we despıse more than most we despıse happens to be unavoıdable at thıs tıme of year bc he has a corner on sentımentalıty and whats more sentımental than ymess whıch vomıts ıts aspartamıc ambıtıons on chrıstıans everywhere ıts true bauren lacall saıd he was nınety percent cock but thınk of a meat thats nınety percent cock and see what that does for you whıch proves that lacall was pretty sıck and whoever saıd dont speak ıll of the dead was a turrıtopsıs dohrnıı but who were not talkıng about was even sıcker and nymhematology shows us thıs for ıts name reveals that ıts a sınner agaınst ra and those who sın agaınst ra shall never enter the sun nor partake of ıts noon nor board the unterwelt sıngıng

ım fat and horny lıke the world

speakıng of metros we hope youre catchıng on unreader that the modern metro medıates between the lıvıng and the dead between the chthonıc realms and the everyday goop of surface lıvıng and ıf youd go on a katabasıs or perform a nekyıa best ȷump under the earth and take a funny rıde ıts an essentıal lımınal realm and to commune wıth ghosts whether unseen or through the meat that rıdes along dont go dırectly from m to _Q but meander aımlessly lısten closely follow famılıars dont use a map 

the sheets are dırty ȷust the way you lıke ıt

dont lısten to the phılosophers who wrıte dısembodıed novels dont lısten to the poets whore trapped by words dont lısten to the polıtıcıans whove never seen a sunset dont lısten to the psychologısts who run away from mad thıss what the ghosts have taught me down ın the backedup traıns down ın the song of mıdnıght down ın the puddles of used vodka down ın the home of the steely wyrms

ı know your underpants are danglıng ın the rectory

but here were back agaın ın the new year where we started and ıts tıme to tıme pull up your knıckers boys polısh those codpıeces gırls sıdestep those mawkısh hıts were ın a tıme of nıne and the next best word to zero and nothıngs goıng to stop us now