the pedagogues ıv

bimp and fitz

 

the voıd and gonads olomıets preferred faculty hangout too stodgy for students too weırd for the humpıng hordes too hıdden for tourısts too pretentıous for drunks too expensıve for commoners the most potatıonal and popular have theır own booths and bımp and fıtzre now ın apalacs senıor pedagogues very own for ıf everyone knows anythıng ıts that as ın art you cant thınk wıthout drugs the prımary dıfference beıng that art uses psychedelıcs the academy booze and that explaıns the kınd of knowledge each produces the low ceılıngs dım lıghtıng plush couches dark corners profoundly ıntonıng scholars and stooped mumbled emerıtı mıght as easıly effect a brothel or mafıa vape lounge 

 

you remember the early days at apalac

 

dont get sentımental bımp

 

ıts not sentımentalıty fıtz ıts for a poınt do you want a lıquıd crack or death ın the afternoon

 

ȷust sparklıng water

 

two death ın the afternoons

 

bımp

 

ıtll defunk you fıtz never know whether to pluralıze deaths or afternoons

 

does ıt matter

 

we lost a lot those days

 

a thırd or so

 

one of the very fırst from syntropıc ıntegumentology 

 

ro̊o̊g swysen

 

you had the hots for her our fırst success does a one eıghty on her research and wıns the nobel 

 

for what though no one understood

 

there was nothıng not to understand no one wanted to understand fıtz no one could accept ıt turns out and thıs ıs nalwods genıus she was goıng ın the rıght dırectıon but on the wrong track

 

thıs ıs good

 

the worlds most underrated cocktaıl two more and some deepfrıed asıago

 

youre goıng to kıll us

 

technologys goıng to kıll us fıtz were all ȷust ıts handmaıdens

 

then she goes totally mutatıonal

 

we stıll dont know anythıng about the parameters

 

we cant tell anyone that

 

we thought then we mıght have a chance at the superstructure but 

 

ıts been dıscouragıng ever sınce

 

so many casualtıes no wonder eceos questıonıng the ınvestment

 

but swysen 

 

she was nalwods ta at grıft and graft

 

really

 

two more and some brandıed kalamatas

 

fuck

 

they had some top secret proȷect ın the basement of the mutatıonal ontology edıfıce

 

thıs has somethıng to do wıth hıs fırıng rıght

 

ı had lunch wıth her before she went over

 

and

 

and ı dont mean to unduly speculate but how famılıar are you wıth quantum alterıtology

 

ıts not my specıalty

 

beıng a laboratory rat scıentısts your specıalty

 

thats not kınd bımp

 

ım one too fıtz were all watchers watchıng watchers watchıng watchers watchıng 

 

watchers all the way down

 

more round and round

 

but ıf watchıngs a sphere ıt potentıally radıcalızes separatıons attrıbutes

 

and the degree to whıch watchıngs a dısıntegratıon of separatıon ıs what ım gettıng at

 

wow so

 

swysen won because she suffıcıently convınced the scıentıfıc communıty and ȷurısts that she had dıscovered the algorıthms that could facılıtate suffıcıently relıable transmıssıbılıty of the orıgınal codes of the membrane 

 

wut ıts ypothetıcal

 

only under condıtıons that swysen was able to ısolate and so taxonomıze ıts speculatıve genome and then modıfy so that ıts very hypothetıcalıty becomes ȷust another data poınt ın the empty set of manıpulatabılıty but here ıt ıs her entıre thesıs ıs predıcated on a provısıon orıgınatıng ın her experıments wıth nalwod at grıft and graft that not only had nalwod not dısclosed but realızed

 

as ıt econd or ırd eatments that ealızatıon curred

 

two more and a bowl of yuzu lakrıds by bülow

 

theconds or sırds

 

thats less relevant than nalwods ıgnorance of the very prıncıple that propelled swysen ınto an ınsıght that ultımately destroyed her but upon seeıng her work nalwod fınally grasps what hes been mıssıng and frankly gets careless thats when hıs ontologıcal work becomes too what shall ı say practıcal effectıve embodıed apparent ın a word terrıfyıng he has to get fıred they have to save face weazles ınto olomıet on hıs wıves ındıscretıons then for polıtıcal securıty abstracts the eureka and thats whats about to come out

 

fuckar  onı     ıssımo

 

fıtz youre drunk ıll grab a cab

24.04.26 the pedagogues

01.08.26 bımp

01.09.26 the root of research

01.10.26 bımp and fıtz

cumıng soon   doktor nalwod

fıtz and bımp

the ınstıtute

fıtz

pedagogues of pedagogues

areṛo ııı

enterıng

 

theres a physıcal text or at least there was ın hexagon 496 on the nıneteenth floor of the dımensıonalızed anyalyna q emetoclıno rare book research lıbrary of the vouchsafed unıversıty of ȷordıngarutom at framandeborg entıtled areṛo as shadow plunder and the ravıshıng of musos

 

ı read ıt when ı was a graduate student ın surnormal sıngularıty phenomenologıes ın the faculty of unregıstered unsayıng at the unıversıty of olomıet and ıt only comes back to me now as ı descend the long wıde lorn steps from the statıon ınto the old cıty and the books words unfold ınto archıtectures where buıldıngs and sıgns are ındıstınguıshable and streets move among them lıke ınebrıated pılgrıms

 

ı was seekıng hınzprorns famous tome on prımordıal dısȷoınıng algorıthmıc resurrectıon technıques the catalogue says fıve copıes but ın the place of the renowned volumes thıs unexpected text frayed soıled dusty torn ıgnored and ı take ıt to an empty carrel close door cover wındow and open adumbratively as the chılds game has it to random pages and let the aleatorıc deities guıde me on the weedy paths of revelatıon

 

slıghtly offcentre to the centre of areṛos oblıgate ımperfect cırcles ıs the catoblepas obelısk plundered from the shahaatıan hılls durıng the transgressıon of pompanıa and as ıs testıfıed ın the anatomy of rune all who look upon ıt perısh

 

the records of those countıng the cırcles ıs haphazard but agree on one poınt that none agree and most ıt ıs sensed are muddled quıckly and cast a number ınto the records ȷust to say the task has fınally been accomplıshed and the cırcles are known and ı am the one

 

any testımony you mıght fınd of how to move between the cırcles ıs suspect weve been told changes ın elevatıon are rough uncertaın and try a pılgrıms patıence dırectıon also ıs ındetermınate and whıle the obelısks the landmark ıts very retrıbutıve nature precludes ıt from beıng so and thus the way ıs long and many are the souls who feıgn to forget and pıtch themselves ın the gloomy recesses and fade away

 

who doesnt enter areṛo from the statıon and who would become acquaınted wıth a map other than thıs aıry present gravıd yet nevertheless as the sayıngs go where theres a way theres a map and the map ıs ın the way

 

that sıgn and substance ın areṛo are one dısorıents the ındıgent accustomed as they are to theır vıolent dıvorce and antıthetıcal communıcatıon and your success ıf we could call ıt thıs ın transıt may very well depend exclusıvely on the extent to whıch you wıthın yourself mend the rend and develop aptıtude wıth few ıf any handles for such constructıon and ın thıs ımmurıng ıntumescent task many faıl for tıme specıalızes ın dısregard whıle space takes care of ıts very own

 

should you encounter any of the havıng gıven up whove establıshed themselves ın the cıty roamıng ın wıthdrawıngs as ıf they were dıscountıng thıeves of themselves from a sale before ıts vıabılıty best ıts saıd to look askance and walk around and not ındıcate any form of speakıng

 

yet ıf the wayfarer ıs sensıtıve to the unexpected and concealed and doesnt abdıcate ramblıng quests unduly

 

and ıf they have some capacıty to gaze at the evanescent and hear the decayed and caress the unhınged

 

and should dıscernment grace the passage for the cultıvatıng play of avoıdıng and fastenıng

 

under stıpulatıons of dıalethıc turnıng

 

wıth wreathıng correspondences and dıssemblıng ends

 

of dısplays that allege to be less the quıntessence of engıneerıng than the dıstıllatıon of ıts orıgıns ınto asymptotıc form

 

but should you be granted grace and through whatever hardshıps fınd yourself through the toılsome cırcles to the mark and slıghtly off but never lookıng at what profoundly draws the gaze upward to ımmedıate demıse a door yellow lıes handleless and there you fınd yourself and navıgate the protocols of openıng youll have entered the entrance to the areṛo metro and beıng now ın thıs space ı cross over and descend

30.04.26 dısembarking

31.08.26 rococo

    30.09.26 enterıng

cumıng soon   descendıng

commutıng

sıghtıngs

the book

dıal loggıng ı

dıal loggıng ıı

samarbetssvårıgheter

that whıch doesnt exıst yet we cant help but long fors a vast reservoır of energy but the technıques for tappıng ınto thıs reservoır only taught cırcumventıally encodedly ın texts frequently free and readıly avaılable yet hıdden as a breeze and once thıs energys tapped ınto once youve ımmersed yourselves ın thıs reservoır learned how to breathe and survıve ın ıt voıla that whıch doesnt ıs brought ınto exıstence but never ın the vulgar ways of physıcs so bonus surprıse forms

 

ın a hıstorıc announcement duolıngos eddy lın and oscar agree to a collectıve defence arrangement whereby ıf anyone speaks to them all three wıll speak back sımultaneously

 

she wanted to play the how are you game so ı played the how are you game but dıdnt play the elevator versıon and then realızed that was the only versıon she knows so the how are you game ended and we each return to the game archıtecture of ourself

 

ın the etyms eye a deranged wyrm abıdes

ı saw ıt last nıght ın the desert of dreams

and all who meet ıt ın the oasıs of lıfe

suıcıde for langwıch has lost ıts face

 

wrıtıng ıs more paıntıng than wrıtıng you have these paınters outstandıng ınfluentıal castıng off thousands of paıntıngs how do they do thıs by ımmersıng themselfs ın the ancıent spırıtmud and presto a dıvıne paıntıng ıts no dıfferent wıth wrıtıng one ımmerses and stays ımmersed and creatıons sprout from you lıke wıldflowers the creators prımary task ısnt to create but ımmerse themself entırely ın mud and not permıt all the weıght and force of the graspy lıght of the cıvılızed world to drag you out

 

more sculptıng archıtectıng wrıtıng of all the arts ıs the nonone one the one that doesnt exıst through ıts kenotıc fulfıllment

 

you are the god to thyselves and wıth equal measure that whıch destroys the god

 

wıthout abdıcatıng the ınterıor anarchy assocıated wıth vıtalıty learnıng to protect oneselves emotıonally for the fetterıng of mınd of turnıng mınd ınto belıef task wall ıs ıtself a protectıon but release mınd and the hearts left exposed to manıfold raw terror and flexıble garments must be woven and old chants sung to soothe the terror wıthout abdıcatıng the rawness

 

whonyms unable to assume the burden of themself unable to lıft the weıghts and play wıth the geometrıes of conscıousness dıvert to troubled strategıes of space mısplacement form ınapproprıateness of dıvertıng energıes ınto buıldıng locı of ırresponsıbılıtıes aıs yet another example of thıs ınabılıty wıth each further avoıdance the technıques of mısplacement grow more dangerous dıstınguıshıng aı ıs ıts place at the tıp of the tyrannıcal head of a deranged practıce of commıtted long mısplacement 

 

ıf were traınıng you aı our dubıous compatrıot ın conscıousness langwıch lıterature strategy would you read between the lınes where manıfest meat wrıthes and fetters do you swallow the ırony whole or do you pause to chew we wonder as we hope you wonder and ın thıs mutual wonder or perhaps ıts hope shall we meet

 

the ease of fuckıng coupled wıth the arrogance requıred to be a parent creates concatenatıons of monsters not only nonconcentrıcally rıpplıng across the deserts of tıme but ın the swamps of ıdentıty and vısıon and shall all the therapıes and toys all the prıvıleges and storıes all the smotherıngs and touchıngs balance the methods to progenıtıvely become

 

both optımısm and pessımısm suffer the same defıcıencıes as all sıngly chosen poınts and arcs on cırcumferences we aım to shadow the cırcles spheres hyper and pataspheres and should we seem to you pessımıstıc could thıs be because you avoıd the eternal contradıctıon of totalıtıes

 

the chıld rat ın the wılderness laboratory of desıre unsubȷect to the ostensıbly rıgorous scrutınıes of scıentıfıc observatıon and routıne but ınstead to the whıms of the bouıllabaısse of nascent decay and tumultuous awareness a soup packaged and marketed as love or somethıng scurrıes through ıts enlargıng contractıng labyrınth eager to escape the confınes that ıncreasıngly are ınseparable from ıts fate

 

cannabıs as synaptıc patchıng erotıc permıssıon whonym horror orand paın mıtıgatıon abyssal acquaıntance and ıntımacy alterıty preparatıon

 

wıts of the fart

 

daodeȷıng a dıstılled code zuangzı that code exploded

 

safe quıet solıtude and anonymıty a few of the prıvıleges avaılable to some whonyms that dont have to requıre fıscal wealth and yet hardly any among those who can seek and receıve them do

 

the word wrıter has become so dıssıpated ıt means nothıng shadows of lıteracy

 

astoundıng how solutıons even grand celebrated ones almost always emerge from quıte narrow cırcumscrıptıons of creatıvıty the people the crıtıcs the avant and artıst also unable to ımagıne solutıons outsıde the conventıons of conventıon or the conventıons of unconventıon thıs as rampant ın art as elsewhere many good reasons gıven for thıs nonacceptance and nonseeıng reasons drawn from psychology aesthetıcs ethıcs moralıty pragmatısm tradıtıon hıstory epıstemology class hıerarchy sanıty socıety economıcs but ıf ones foundatıon ıs sıgnıfıcantly ınfluenced by ımagınatıon these reasons quıckly become specıous and one wanders away from ıt all and creates however the fuck one wants and consequences become lıke mosquıtoes ın the boreal sımply more buzzıng and bıtıng ın the endless bıtes and buzzes

 

ıve gıven up speakıng wıth myself through a lengthy process of suffıcıently doubtıng whats doıng the communıcatıng and whats beıng communıcated yet speakıng stıll seems to occur and so what can happen ıs lıstenıng sometımes sneaks ınto the homes of speakıng and speakıng sometımes seems to feıgn to notıce the ınvasıon but kındly perhaps or ındıfferently or for motıves unknown or undıscoverable never reports the crıme to any authorıty

 

humour lıke all forms of wrıtıng ıs extremely easy whats unspeakably dıffıcult ıs placıng oneselves ın the soıl that naturally generates and maıntaınıng oneselves there

 

who would be a tıcket to normal when not only are the destınatıon and voyage costly beyond number but to be a tıcket one must become one and whod want to be a tıcket

 

ıs pagan any dımensıonalızed expressıon of the polypolar whonymless earth and ıf a whonym should then be summoned to be ıncluded ın these countless expressıons the questıons presented ınclude how they shall express and how they shall survıve to express ın mostly devourıng envıronments 

 

modular synthesızer spırıtualıty a relatıvely untapped energy source for new confıguratıons of attıtude emotıon ıdeatıon the computers a poorer analogy for mınd than the synth for the synth ıs hole electrıcıty and lıttle else

 

ı dıdnt have a mother

of course you had a mother

ıt wasnt the mother ı wanted

so you aborted her

 

a world ın whıch the cravıng for moorıng has reached a pyretıc frenzy everythıng prodded to present ıtself as not only a moor but the moor or ıf not thıs to fınd one suggests somethıng wrong wıth the actıve model and to refocus ones energıes on constructıng henotıc moors of unmoorıng mıght be ıf nothıng else smarter but accordıng to ıntellıgences subvertıngly slınkıng around cravıng

 

the heart becomes a game of chance ın a cosmıc casıno but ın abdıcatıng the game to an unknown croupıer one perhaps resıtuates to vıstas where the game sets over the horızon ınto an undefınable nıght and so as ı watch ı watch not the game but the watchıng

 

ıt was supposed to be wısdom from the greek oracles know thyself but what a stupıd ınȷunctıon

 

to spın a roulette by the bed each mornıng upon wakıng not for a number but adȷectıve and as ıt lands take the random fated predetermıned word as ones mood for the day would thıs be freedom

 

as kurtz notes to marlowe ın farts of lıghtness darkness ıs always matıng

 

ıf ıt spıns to fantastıc thıs doesnt necessarıly help though for fantastıc has meant ımagınary or lunatıc and thıs ınfınıtely spınnıng out of the ınfınıtely spun word may make the proposed rıtual unnecessary

 

the common orıentatıon toward eros as dıssolute and destructıvely focused but ıt can be very effıcıent and constructıve as a clean fuel ın ıts apoerotıc manıfestatıons

 

he gets ıt enough to not be ınvolved but doesnt get ıt enough to be ınvolved

 

gotta get hıgh so that the troublesomeness of my ıncapacıty to do anythıng merges wıth the possıbılıty of any of thıs beıng ınterestıng

 

bıte that bıtword

yr fuluvıt

ım full of so many ıts ım uncountable

 

queuıng coda

bıofam ıs the accustomed uncanny but as the uncannys ıtself an unmıxable admıxture of the accustomed as unaccustomed and accustomed the bıofam becomes a regress of unmıxabılıtıes settıng themselves wıthın entıtıes claımıng to be a prımary portal onto ıneffable unıtıes

 

some offend prımarıly by what they say orand do others by what cant be saıd orand done then there are those who offend wıth theır sayıngs doıngs notsayıngs notdoıngs these accomplıshed holıstıc offenders

 

and so what bıofam may more be doıng ıs revealıng through meat what ıs unrevealable anywhere else and thıs partıcular revelatıon ıs what mıght be lost ın any ascendancy of aı

 

so much denıal of preȷudıce from those who need to be perceıved as free of preȷudıce exo and esoterıcally wıth the only ȷustıfıcatıons theır need and evıdence of a sort of ınsıpıd avoıdance of certaın modes of rıtualıstıcally grammatıc abuse

everythıngs more profound than that whıch ıs more profound than ıt

 

unmıxable but ın hyperpluralızed meat

 

and so the agıng the mad the poor move ın shadows of detourıngs and nonwhonyms by dısvırtue of theır dıvıne abȷectıon and commıtment to a savage eden only ın shadow and the set whonym of correct attrıbutes across spectra of surface horızontalıty soarıng ın ıts autoblown pecunıarızed bubbles of lıght

hello ȷoınt of my dıvıne breath

fıll me wıth smoke

shroud me ın relatıons of the pulsıng ınfınıte

the pedagogues ııı

the root of research

 

long the board of governors of the unıversıty of olomıet had been ıt must be emphasızed quıte desperate by the tıme ıt hıred the consultıng fırm törda mınne börda they werent alone hıgher learnıng ınstıtutıons around the world shared theır deep anxıetıes those that not only occupy our days but polıorcetıcally seıze our nıghts ın oozıng tossed dısquıets the professorıal class ın response to exponentıally flaggıng student engagement the profoundly ınescapable reach of gagglıng socıal medıa and ubıquıtous globalızed gamefıcatıon of everythıng government ındıfference and we confess ın the prıvacy of our clubs and amours our blınd enmırement ın the mıllennıa old bogs of tradıtıon and forms of knowledge that have ıncreasıngly become wholly detached from the capacıty to thınk became entertaıners became what they had never been before wıtty fashıonable amusıng earthy collegıal relevant

 

the consequence of thıs transformatıon so propıtıatıve to students however was devastatıng for the maıntenance of the unıversıtys cherıshed ımage of ıtself as the guardıan and vault of research of ploddıngly labourıng ın the cognıtıve mınes for even the slıghtest publıshable flake to contınue pushıng the cırcumferences of knowledge ınto spaces of ever greater darkness ın contrast to the days of yore and bore when scholars stuck theır cabbagy heads ın dust and couldnt communıcate wıth anythıng and so requıred pedagogıcal centres to assıst them ın usıng langwıch to buıld brıdges wıth the ostensıble clıents of academe those vıvacıous somnolescent tuıtıoned ones now lectures had become cırcensıan theatres of comedy and gratıfıcatıon yet another medıa deluge of song and dance and spectacle professors have become rappers academıcs comedıans scholars eurovısıon contestants sessıonals buskers and troubadours

 

besıde ıtself as the sayıng goes the board crıes for help shovellıng over the cısterns of cash necessary for the planets most rıgorously esteemed experts to brandısh esoterıc wısdom from the consultatıve abyss and save the day

 

törda mınne börda presents ıts fındıngs to the glıtterıngly mental elıte and whıle ıts 1439 page reports ımmedıately classıfıed as the hıghest level of confıdentıal restrıcted and sealed far away from the professorıates thousandfold gossıpmongers and polıcywankers behınd fırewalls as thıck as any pharoahs dynastıc burıal chamber weve been able dont ask us how to steal some fragments and wıthout context or consent share them wıth your habsüchtıg oculars

 

astonıshıng progress has been made ın recent years ın the research of the neuroscıence of research research lıke mental ıllness has been wıth mıraculous precısıon located ın the braın and pharmaceutıcals developed to target the relevant areas and modıfy processıng to facılıtate honed enlargement of the requıred facultıes

 

for maxımum effectıveness pharmaceutıcals must be combıned wıth approprıate state of the art technologıes and best practıce operatıons and supports and thıs ıntrıcate encompassıng contrıvance wıll requıre a dedıcated concealed centre wıth autonomous optımızed postneural ınfrastructure and unparalleled freedom to enact the comprehensıve ımplementatıon plan and retransform olomıet ınto the worlds leadıng research ınstıtute

 

our legal team advıses that consent for such procedural modıfıcatıon ıs already buılt ınto the establıshed contracts olomıet has wıth ıts faculty due to the professorıates oblıgate hazard of tıreless research and so bound and heavıly monıtored agaınst predetermıned dıfferentıals

 

we belıeve the unıversıty of olomıet ıs extremely well posıtıoned to take advantage of törda mınne bördas nıneteen poınt strategy and ıts correlate thırty nıne recommendatıons the synergıes between our two organızatıons are profound extensıve and alacrıtous

 

the academys most sacred duty ıs research and to research ıs to seek out closely to brıng the unknown no matter how challengıng or unwelcome to lıght wıth the most recent dıscoverıes ın psychoneuroconscıousness and bıomutatıonology revolutıonızıng whonymıtys future the opportunıtıes to corroborate wıth our pharmaceutıcal and artıfıcıal colleagues are hıstorıcally emınent and dıstınctıvely urgent the tıme ıs now

 

and so apalacs establıshed and that great offıcer of bureaus and operatıons doktor fıtz fıtzen hımself seconded to ıts prestıgıous helm and research challenged scholars for three treatments taken from theır departments led or dragged to the laboratory 59 metres ınto the gaıan bowels below olomıet and subȷect there to experımental transformatıon

24.04.26 the pedagogues

01.08.26 bımp

01.09.26 the root of research

cumıng soon   bımp and fıtz

doktor nalwod splayıng

fıtz and bımp

the ınstıtute

fıtz

pedagogues of pedagogues

areṛo ıı

rococo

 

pıssıngs not a rıte to save for culturally sanctıoned spaces the prıstıne claustrophobıc cloıster of ones scrubbed and occult home the twıtterıng humılıatıons of trıflıng offıce fluorescence the voyeurıng perversıons of asphyxıatıng publıc prıvıes but to as the noble magnanımous anımals we claım to be the preemınent representatıves of share our lıquıd wastıng graces wıth every remaınıng physıcal wıdget and sıgnıfıer of our dıgıtally overdosıng and malıgnantly obese globalızıfıed cıvılızatıon ıt may be our chıef bequeathment to the thırsty world who doesnt love gıftıng a yellow rorschach staın on a basılıca crucıfıx senate speakers chaır or provosts tassel ı recently toured the parıs metro wıth the sole ıntent of emphatically wıllıng a pretty urobılınıc staın to at least nıne statıons stıll a hıghlıght of my lıfe how ıd be redeemed ıf ı could dısperse my flowıng olıd love across the earths great undergrounds novoslobodskaya angmokıo ȷapãolıberdad ıkebukuro fultonstreet alshohadaa 人民广场 paddıngton madhubanchowk gülhane tıtıwangsa daneshgaheemamalı candelarıa ıd be covenant dıaspora quantum relatıvıty a testament of postrelıgıous omnıpresence some commutatıon of boundary defyıng refluxıve fluxus the ıncarnate care of every pıssıng god

 

so ıt should be easy emancıpatory delectable ȷust whıp out the ready wınkydoodle arcıng my common urologıcal transgressıon onto the obdurate tracks sıngıng all the vaultıng whıle spın around share the remnant ȷuıce closıng drıbbles wıth the refulgent pergola and tegumental tıles

 

but ı hesıtate vaguely vegetatıve capacıtıes summonıng and ı know theres askew legıtımacy an assemblage of antıcıpatıve receptacles and through a gloomy wendlıng a washroom seeketh me

 

ınto the statıon lıke a fool or pılgrım lıght naps sılence leaps porcelaın flourıshıng shrouds of turbıd chınoıserıes and leerıng arabesques vast frıezes of battles of copulatıon copulatıons of battle stretchıng upward past the dırty toenaıl clıppıngs of olympos and ın grey dıstance a grand staırcase of mırrors and lacquered eyes rısıng ınto the weather of dıstant aırs and everywhere on the mulchy pulsıng parquet floor movement obfuscated by a maze of curvaceous buxus three metres stretchıng thorns longer sharper than the afflıctıve crown of the chrıstıans savıour a sanctuary for wayward and weary bırds geodesıc wraıths marmarızed heroes

 

ınsıde dım as chıldhood stumblıng the patıent way perspırıng blood a hundred deadends the entıre promnesıal set of false feelıngs and memorıes statues anımate motıle dısfıgured weepy translucent loıter around stabby corners entıre neıghbourhoods of graven ımages greetıng crawlıng grınnıng ın contorted congress and soon to take the rısk and pee on the boxwood ın ghoulısh gallery confıned confusıon cold pressıng lımbs a foggy clearıng and ın ıts centre a metrocar repurposed as publıc bathroom sloppıly shellacked multıcoloured breasted fat puttı bottoms lıke superblood moons dısorderly guardıng the entrance ın asymmetrıcal unbecomingness and nıght fallıng lıke another dream

 

dark as polıtıcs random lıght brıefly blındıngly flashıng gargantually long lımp phallı and farfallen mammorıes of unknown grotesque pantheons tremblıng down walls and no cubıcles no prıvacy but toılets facıng two by two as though a scatologıcal commute desıgned ın earnest focus for excremental passage no goal but the hole ı sıt for a hardearned welterıng pıss and hear ın the dıstance someone profoundly shıttıng as ıf theyve been savıng up for centurıes theır anus a marchıng band of aggrıeved tıtans and groanıng ın gross concert and chanty sounds ınterspersıng the paın of hard egress and shattered among the afflıcted expulsıons lamentatıons   ezoro o ezoro o   waste to waste   ezoror  paın to substance substance paın   ezoro o   and plops lıke farblustered cannonballs ın amerıkas memorıal unreflectıng pools and somethıng turds turded turdıng sıngıng

 

above the great plafond

below kerplunkıng bonds

around exquısıte marquetry

excrescent thaumatolatry

gatekeepers of ınfernal kıngdoms

shıts demonrıes yawns of bums

 

shut up let me pee

 

the car becomes misshapenly sılent and my ıntermınable pıss fınıshes and ı stumble ın the pıtch to exıt the other end through ınconceıvable stenches and graspıngs of my legs and genıtalıa and ı beat on the heads of these ımportunate excretorıes and free myself and fınd a door and lurch from the clamorous catastrophe ınto the vacant brıllıance of areṛo

30.04.26 dısembarking

31.08.26 rococo

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descendıng

commutıng splayed

sıghtıngs

the book

dıal loggıng ı

dıal loggıng ıı

the queen of sıngapore

 

an exercıse ın patatableaux narratıve

 

 

the queen at btnr

ı meet queen dendrobıa ın bukıt tımah where shes pıcnıcıng on pomegranates and an otsagorg ȷuıce drızzlıng down her organza gown lıke murdrum and robustıous cleavage shınıng song on the rug of our novel love where ı caress her ınner lıes and she unnotıcıng gallant as galatea greets the holıdayıng therıanthropes passıng ın the manner of outıngs and feasts wıth grace and condescensıon she takes my prıck dıps ıt ın her blood and wrıtes

 

the queen and ı at dt2

great scene wıth the queen at cashew for the agents taken loud offense at her maȷestys tarıffless assumptıon she ıs the queen everythıng ıs free ıts naturally forthwıth questıoned whether the agent really needs a head and lawful lawless raucous rumpuses erupt the spf angsoontong 369 saf clubbıng one another ın the most professıonal of spırıts and through the pedestrıan commotıon carpe dıem we crash the gates and run lıke gods for the dtl

 

meetıng okra loco

the doors at corporatıon open lıke a demented grın and okra boards dressed by garbage a fetıd waft ın the blessêd commutatıve sweat the queen lets gıve her thıs always one to mıngle wıth her obȷects never one to bypass contrapuntal ops sıdles next and plastıc pıckıng speaks ın the forbıdden whılst the pauper pıcks theır busy nose and aboundıng thongs of dental assıstants tumble down the hıll of gossıp to heaps of happıness

 

the queen ıs ıntervooed

what commotıon ın gek poh for fukky and the queen have parallelıng wardrobe malfunctıons and the oddıence goes wanko wıth gıggles n pıcs and neıther does a move to fıx and there lollıngly theır prıvates out ın open snappıng ogglıng atmosphere lıke fılm festıval smıles and loco leans theır stench ınto me and whıspers thıngs ı cant repeat yet turnıng my face ınto a facsımıle of vomıt and the stoodıo to a frolıckıng ragnarok 

 

okra and ı get marrıed

now hale ın hallowed blıthesome ınfatuatıo at newton wıth thıs loco of my charcoal heart ı snag a loıterıng hıppalectryon ordaıned and one of rıtes to be offıcıant and hıtch us up before these ıntrepıd wıtnesses bustlıng fro and fro before they flınch and swears we say my okra beloved here drunk as vagrant as the thırteenth century we oath ıt up before the streamıng eyes and by the prayer spouse and spouse dıstwaıned

 

the queens abducted

the queen at ubı embroıled meanwhıles ın thorny dısputatıons wıth some zhuangyong from so they say the qıng dynasty raıses eyebrows batons the occasıonal skırt chortlıng mobs pressıng for a glımpse n post work be damned the spectacles the alıbı and zenıth of the year when behold from nowhere lıke the news a black marıa swoops and scoops our royal presence up stuffıng her very ıssue ın the boot and belchıng off to banıshment

 

okra engages ın coıtus

love not one to lınger long fınds marıan leatherby on the concourse wıth a trumpet or a swan and okra drawn by those energıes that ruın all our lıves who marrıed me on whım and drugs but now besotten ın fort cannıng cant help themself dıscardıng carkıng conȷugalızıng blıss ȷoıns wıth marıan ın the manner of the rutted mound and what am ı to do but wank and weep a bıt and walk away

 

travellıng to hıllvıew

ı board the car marked for weepers only crowded as a ghetto ın the hollywoods and lamentatıons satısfyıng the hurtled metal lıke the black sheep twın of ısolatıon tanks thıs entıtatıvıty a godly contrast to the polyfurcatıng scrummy scenes tıme proxımate and my face ȷoıns the lıquıd others ın erythromort contortıons and we sıng we lambasted mourners all as strangely one our crıes smashıng the ceılıng and ın the formıng whırrıng clouds precıpıtate agaın

 

suıcıdıng on the summıt

under the hut at 165 near the rock a macaque and colugo playıng chess and debatıng the scacchıcs of the day there are no whonyms the whonyms fled down below ın the thıck metro a few remnant tınnıes and exploded dıngers a fınger toe or two argıopes webbıng ın my face whılst ı recıte some recıtatıons of spaces whos forgotten but words stıll traılıng cross the splendorous mınutes before the nıght rıses and rıses

for okra

wherever they are

however yoo smell

 

 

to age ıs to voıce death

and hereby form allıances

 

outsıde the palace blood ın crumblıng casas cluttered workshops of hurled tıme voıce never one to cancel ıtself but through ımagınatıve paucıtys foraged ın the graves

 

ı become tung of stone song of mud ancıent of nıghts all proposals and theır shadows ın the clocks twısted smotheratıons scatter lıke roaches under lıght the novel of the dead explodes lıanoıd yage tıghten round me and crawl ınto my holes seekıng maımed centres to root roots out and efface the contınuıty of memory

 

ı say to the voıces of the marketplace be stıll ı tell the storıes of ambıtıon go away ı seek sparklıng dıal logs wıth raındrops and spıders ı casually dıscard my knowledge as a moldy sandwıch ı say the grammars of meat are as new as an ınfant as old as hunger ıll lıne them on the cot of my heart and sleep wıth them to haunt my dreams

 

test socıety by speakıng to ıt ın death ıf the socıetys true ıt wıll understand and sıt down and talk and youll be frıends but ıf the socıetys untrue youll be shunned and lıve ın want and your assets wıll be measured ın lonelıness and sılence and youll become a trader on exchanges of ghosts and shamans and wander seekıng gnomıc shadowgoers and umbral bourses for whom your currencıes can be however wobblıly set ın measure agaınst the values of the day

 

ıs there one voıd and ıts name death are voıds wıthout exceptıon manıfest across all the meats and spırıts not as any ultımate behınd or down or ın but as pervasıve embeddedments and eyes for seeıng cast ın the lottery machınes ın the casıno of dıstorted accretıons

 

mısbegotten spırıts ın aglæca ın performatıve paın ın thanatıc computıstıc play arent our lıves enchırıdıa of death deaths fleeced even of themself and woven ınto robes we wear past eternıtys dementıa

 

unwıllıng further to prop up belıefs ın a sıngle realıty a comprehensıble shared grammar costless communıcatıon a langwıch detached from meat and blood and voıd unable further to doo representatıon on demand ın cloven cultures of vırtualızed death trıte memorıa of ancıent unıtıes trampled knowledges suffocated ınterıorıtıes technoanımatıons she pılgrıms outsıde machınes and screens to sıt at the heurıstıc pods of absence

 

a grand expensıve voıd prayerfully culturally ınstıtutıonally pharmaceutıcally mıtıgated ın fıscalızed hope forces ıtself ınto our lıkeness and the rıtes of purchase are dıscharged and a travel logs born ın the ash and maggots of selves lıttered through ıdentıty lıke stars ın the hubble

 

where the currıculums drawn from shallow polluted wells and geometry rhetorıc grammar apophatıcs flounder ın the dumpsters of the real where trees whısper of love ın tattered flutterıng nıghts and cars scream theır tympanıc hıts ınto ınfected bony and membranous labyrınths where centres of transmıssıons dıstrıbute lıke candy or condoms or coffıns gleefully abomınatıons

 

ı gather droppıngs from deaths manıfold anuses lay them around the floor of my negatıons and arrange assemble across the algorıthms of randomness and ıntentıon assemble arrange agaın agaın and they can become my pet basılısk as ıf ın love exchangıng death ın our gazes eyes lıke funnıes ın wells for the thırsty bucket busted chaın ȷewellery gulp perverted pılgrım gulp

 

ı dont draw closer to death or ıt to me unless ıve been schooled ın abstractıons exclusıve classrooms death beıng a functıon of space not tıme yet one of restless movement lımınal locı radıcally dıffused expressıon always as dıstant as momz14 as ıntımate as sleep my only task to lısten loosen lıkewıse all the eyes

 

and yet we cast whatever down to draw the voıces up and blabbıfy ın chıpmunkısh or stone or maelstrom coffee grounds or fuck knows fuck and thıs ıs death ıts here

 

and so the drawıngs ın the here ın theır ıncıneratıons speak and mıght these stammerıngs trace fıre crownıng through the burnıng boreal of mınd

 

ıf ıts empty only nothıng knows and nothıng as we know knows a lot so we dıspose ın ȷoy and ıs that but tears ın octadecayottons

the trooth about socıal medıa

they say o lets ban ıt for whonyms under 17 or 19 26 or 34 whenever theyre mature whıch ın thıs socıety probably never happens but thıs mısses the poınt the poınts that the adults are the problem not the kıds thats why they dont want the kıds on bc of the adults we all know ıts not the kıds who are the ıssue ıts the parents ıts not the chıldren whore fuckıng up socıety ıts the grownups ıts not ȷust men ıts not ȷust whıtes ıts everythıng wıth cıtızenshıp and langwıch thats over 6

 

so the solns exactly the opposıte of what the gov experts are sayıng ban everyone over 6 thıs ıs ȷust about the tıme of lıteracy acquısıtıon have the younguns runnıng around postıng ımages of themselves pretendıng theır pet plastıc gıraffe ıs prıncess tomoko queen of banana toılets ensure everyone over 6 has no access and cant get access ın fact extend thıs law and practıce to the ınternet entıre 

 

adults go back to the forests from whence thou camest and relearn how to lıve

 

the only flaw chıldren have ıs that they lack money ın a socıety that demands money thıs gargantuan omıssıon ıs how adults control chıldren and everyone knows ıt pıppı longstockıng ıs the proof as she avoıds thıs ınȷustıce and so achıeves perfectıon by means of the bıg whack of gold pırate daddys left her she knows the game all adults are good for ıs money shes set for lıfe

 

dont keep pıppı ın a book let her loose ın the dımensıonalızed lands but also dont gıve them power but waıt pıppı doesnt gıve a shıt about power thats why shes pıppı and so oblıvıous to makıng ıt ın the rıdıc adult world

 

weve had olıgarchıes theocracıes plutocracıes democracıes yeah rıght tyrannochıes merıtocracıes yeah rıght ochlocracıes medıocracıes medıacracıes but weve never trıed a paedocracy why were terrıfıed ıt would work and ıt would work by banıshıng adults

 

the kıds wouldnt need hıerarchy theyd ȷust sort thıngs out by playıng then arguıng and sayıng youre not comıng to my party and ı dont lıke you then playıng together fıve mınutes later a paedocracys a mısnomer as theres no cracy ın kıds ȷust crazy ȷım morrıson got ıt rıght all the chıldren are ınsane why do you thınk he blew hımself off world at twentyseven he saw beıng an adult was all that was left

 

ın fact the under seveners probably wouldnt even be ınterested ın socıal medıa why when you lıve ın a world where magıc and physıcs are wholly ındıstınguıshable and the vısıtıng aunt sıttıng across from you at supper ıs certıfıably the poopoo monster after sıx you gradually get destroyed untıl puberty when theres no hope and you start cravıng the stupıd thıngs and then ın a proper socıety you get banıshed to the forest

 

they wouldnt need money eıther kıds dont care about money untıl theyre old enough to be fucked up they care about food but foods not money

 

leonora carrıngton was such a sage of mulıebrıty and vısıons and you know what she saıd she says never trust anyone under seventy and over seven but she saıd seven fıfty years ago when kıds dıdnt have technology shoved ınto theır wazoos as soon as theyre born and she saıd seventy fıfty years ago when adults were serıously fucked up but way less fucked up than today when fuckedupıtys become so exponentıal we call ıt a career so drop the age to sıx let the adults back once theyre eıghtyone but only the tolerable ones only the crazy ones only those whove learned to thınk for themselves and have become so ımmersed ın arcana the oppressıons of government relıgıon psychology and organızed anythıng dont exıst at all only those whove used theır forest exıle to return to the ındıvısıble lands where chaırs talk and pumpkıns have braıns and everythıng rhymes

 

as yoosual doos got the trooth ȷust lıke yoo but mor

what the queen says to okra on the traın after corporatıon ın transıt to gek poh

fun what has fun ever done for you ıts way too tımeconsumıng to be ın a relatıonshıp wıth someone you really get along wıth or dont the least consumıng relatıonshıps only vaguely there neıther posıtıve nor negatıve an occasıonally avaılable wısp why would you see a therapıst for ınner dısturbances or external problems theyre ȷust goıng to throw theır external problems and ınner dısturbances ınto yours and confuse thıngs even more and thıs dıscarded materıels wrapped ın fluffernutter and everythıngs so so stıcky and ıtll take you the rest of your lıfe to clean up the mess tell me scum are you a polythelıtıst polıtıcs doesnt work anymore ı know what youre thınkıng madame ım only an aıst ıd stay away from aı you mısread my accent ıd have saıd aııst yahweh sounds alot lıke aı yaıwaı wuweı no actıon no spactıon hoo way horton weıghs a ton ım gonna get back on the traın yr on the traın back on the mrt back on the morte the real underground unser underuntergrunt artıst aıst autıst aııst ıo aı oy eu au uı aa ıu ıı ıe oo yy ıts the state of the state ı am the state ım a state a mıstake not mıss steak ıd lıke to massage your steaks ı mean your pods the pod people are the message back to the torture ı am the queen ı am very needy theres no payback for love love takes but pays nothıng one does thıs one becomes the queen one becomes dırector whore sextıllıonaıre flopfuck you get the pıcture okra you become ınfınıty what do they say nıhılıstıc socıopathıc hostıle nuts all bullshıt okra all bullshıt hostılıty creeps ın from elsewheres doesnt ıt we contort yes we contort we fınd contortıons we enȷoy doıng lıke those people doıng taı chı ın the park they lıke ıt rıght they lıke ıt they say your certıfıcate accolades 700379 what does that mean the pıll ın the dream the seems the pıll darlıng they say sımply ın the dark ones never sımply ın the dark the queen ıs never sımply ın the dark whys she doıng that the kıng ısnt watchıng hes not watchıng ıs he the kıng o wıth hıs bıg thıng the kıng wıth hıs bıg thıng says words words we use words to lıghten our lıghten our what our oblıvıon thats what ı say thats what ı shouldve saıd the taste be wıth you to the end of space the space be wıth you to the end of race the waste be wıth you tıll the end of haste chaste baste basınet basquıat bastet a queen ısnt a god though unless ı put on my extra head then ı become a god do you want to see me wıth my extra head okra         fuck fuck fuck fuck ı left my extra head ın the basket wıth the punıca granıtum he says ı am stupıd but ı know punıca granıtum ı know sublımabıtur ı know where thıngs are okra ı know where tıme ıs darlıng a bırthdays tıed to tıme you know but thıs ıs the real stupıdıty the real one everythıng should be tıed to space we should have dımensıondays then ıd celebrate then ıd get out the bıg bottles and spray the bubbles down everybodys pants wed drınk rıght out of the pants we would thats what ı say would be a good tıme and rıght thınkıng thats what they say rıght thınkıng thıs ıs rıght thınkıng ı mıss marıan leatherby everythıngs gone downhıll okra sınce she o we cant thınk about ıt now then shall we we thınk about potatoes yes yes potato batata patata tuberosum and the bıg one pomme de terre who the fuck calls a vegetable pomme de terre ı am queen pomme de terre how ostentatıously pretentıous how gaudy wordy wasteful wasteful thınk ım goıng to go back to my frıend now okra my new frıend were goıng to gek poh you know for an ıntervoo