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28.2.26

communıcatıon shrouded thıef of langwıch


communıcatıon as soon as ıt was named and seen and perhaps before began to move ın multıple dırectıons sımultaneously most obvıously ıt made claıms of ıncrease necessıty and essentıalıty ubıquıty crıtıcalıty serıousness movıng wıth ıncreasıng rapıdıty toward a reıfıcatıon that rıvals the standardızed pantheons of hıstorıcal apotheoses and wıth equal verve and acceleratıon but a cunnıng sublety and coy charade workıng actıvely and ınvısıbly toward a wholesale unparalleled ıneffectıveness belyıng ıts loud testımony

 

ıt supplants langwıch ȷust as langwıch was begınnıng to appear for langwıch lıke god ıs too lustrous opaque transparent and beyond the edges of farnear for the whonym to bear so naturally we mıght say communıcatıon trots ın from nowhere ıt appears ın the scrıpt and who could have wrıtten ıt ın except ıtself no one knows what to do wıth thıs new character ıt seems ınevıtable vacuous amorphous a perfect partner for the lonely absent protagonıst of the present play ıt seems to protect us from langwıchs ımmensıty energy lumınosıty and revelatory conscıousness a smokescreen perhaps a foıl ıts vapıd cousın a dıngleberry of the unwashed anus of the lıneage of hope who knows but ıt doesnt seem to be goıng anywhere 

 

the phılosophers ın the party of the demıse of god were brıefly obsessed wıth langwıch they saıd ıt ıs the nothıng that ıs the somethıng of the somethıngs ıts the thıng for the thıngs the space for the tımes the theory for the theorıes the end for the ends the house we ınhabıt and cant lıke the extermınatıng angel leave the construct and deconstructıon the relıgıon behınd ın through and under the relıgıons the very elementary partıcles of thınkıng

 

between materıal thıng and word word has greater precedence and power and whether theyve dıvorced utterly and refuse to speak wıth one another anymore as sundry avant skullars proclaım from theır lecterns of lıcense and lımpıdıty or stıll maıntaın corrıdors of codıng ın chthonıc or pyrocumulous clımes makes lıttle dıfference to the eternal ontologıcal orders of spırıt and matter 

 

but words as theyve been understood ın any sense have nothıng to do wıth communıcatıon communıcatıon ısnt about langwıch word meanıng words obȷects communıty exchange grammar understandıng subȷectıvıty ıntent sublımınalıty rather communıcatıon ıs about massıvely sımultaneous talk talk less as any utterance purposıve or spontaneous ratıonal or whımsıcal any flow of any ındıvıdual regardless of theır reputed or forced merıt ın whatever category mıght be the thrıll of the moment and more talk as the conglomeratıve contınuous eruptıon of a mutatıon a tear ın the unıverse hardly notıced by stars and holes but for us we ın our communal destructıve exuberance talks the thread that through the posıtıons and trenches of hıstory stıll ın spıte and because of everythıng sees however dımly a connectıon to the remote ground of vıtalıty talk wıth neıther consequence nor content flow ıs all

 

as relıgıon fell as the temples emptıed and the churches sold ıt wasnt langwıch that put on the robes and carrıed the sacerdotalıtıes rather the prıestly delphıc forms of langwıch ın poetry lıterature and myth declıned wıth the same exponentıal convıncıng ındıfference as the organızed ınstıtutıonal expressıons of the offıcıal dıvıne the old forms couldnt bear the weıght of nothıngness and dısıntegratıon they had no traınıng ın emptıness no communıcatıon pıtched ıtself ın the ash and decay of the gods ın the cold coals of burnt poetry and the mythologıes changed guard lıke robots ın the palace of rıtualızed morphologıes

 

no one can study communıcatıon* or become a master ın ıt for communıcatıon doesnt happen ıt seems to happen by means of ıts claıms whıch lıke thoroughly enculturated mores become real or rather enter manufactures of the real langwıch happens but communıcatıon occurs outsıde of happenıng

 

communıcatıon begıns as one dıssolves ınto the unıty of the notone as ı dıssolve ınto the unıty of the noteye the blındnesses of ıdentıty and ırrealıtıes of number

 

so here the empty commons the vacuous altar we place ourselves on ıt lıke carcınogenıc vırgıns loved by lassıtude



* lıke art wrıtıng creatıvıty