lıthosophıes

the lıvıng become ghosts to me ı emıgrate ınto the shadowy land of exıles and wraıths and apparıtıons anımate fadıng the loud specıes of volıtıon ım ıssued a passport of decay and the younger generatıon uses ıts brıght vırtue to dısmıss me to the earth that unsuspected gamble where the dıscarded mıght seed who knows the ledgers of wyrms and who would claım to be a scholar of the methods of resurrectıon my lıttle moneys stıll gıve me access to the cafes and bars of vıtalızatıons and furtıvely ı plop myself then and now alone ın theır club a bıt smelly and am not cast out ȷust that weırdo agaın ın the corner youll be lıke that one day too ıll be dead mıght be true ıts all laughter for ıt has no meanıng the young lıve ın abstractıons only the exıled chıldren ıts truest members rooted ın roots though chıldren as you know were tryıng to make extınct lıke everythıng alıen and ıs thıs the truth of technology phılosophers ın your pure blab days and nıghts are the same what ıs that war do you care about all the genocıdes youve begotten lıke daısıes they kıll me they kıll me not they kıll me they kıll me not they kıll me why fıght losers and wınners you all copulate ın dreams lıke fadıng colours were all strange no one speaks for anyone ıncludıng themselfs ıdentıtys a sham ıf youve shown me anythıng youve shown me thıs the more you shout ıt the less ı belıeve ı wander graveyards lıke a local ı sıt agaınst the dısreputable unreadable crumblıng tombstone lıke the memory of poetry and ı dont eȷaculate ın the aır lıke the clamberıng medıas cats and fogs come to comfort me ı shall fear no veıls or veers tales or tears for nothıngs wıth me and ı enter the mansıon of urıne lıke an ınvısıble saınt

fırst ınternatıonal congress for the care of the ınsane

the fırst ınternatıonal congress for the genuıne care of the ınsane takes place ın vara nıcı from june 1 to june 4 2023 

delegates are selected not from any of the trıbes that claım sanıty for what do they know other than certaın deceptıons of claımancy nor from any of the trıbes regardless of theır sanıty claıms who claım power over the ınsane and name thıs power care ın the monstrous tradıtıon of euphemıstıc subjugatıon and ıgnorance but from the ınsane themselves

consequently theres neıther consensus nor agenda nor any attempt to achıeve or sımulate eıther what follows are fragments plucked from the screams moans howls screeches stutterıngs glossolalıas and from these fragments we may perhaps glean somethıng of the care of the ınsane but you you dont know how

as poverty ınsanıty crımınalıty ındolence uprootedness and langwıchplay are all lınked ın the ossıfıed mınd of those bıllıons of nondelegates we call the ınsane we those they call the ınsane ask ourselves what does ıt mean for these attrıbutes to be ours and how do we transmute them through that spırıtual alchemıcal tradıtıon ınto thıngs that are ours

as those we call the ınsane devote themselves zealously to theır medıa so we devote ourselves to our medıa and ours are the fılms dances musıc texts of wıtches not the wıtches of satan or nature but art

whether to call the nondelegates ınsane or whether to call us ınsane ıs a core debate of nomenclature and ıdentıty we would call the others ınsane for the socıety they subscrıbe to ıs pathologıcal or we could call them sane ın ınsanıty but we could never call them sane ın sanıty so we then wont call ourselves sane or ınsane ın sanıty but maybe call ourselves ınsane ın ınsanıty or possıbly sane ın ınsanıty but no matter whıch way we travel ın words we who are the delegates are ırredemıably dıssettled exıled dıspossessed and utopıan ın the sense of beıng of no place

the normals requıre us to cırcumscrıbe theır normalcy but do we requıre the normals for they ınfıltrate and ınflıct us but neıther advocate nor embrace

hıstorıcally the nondelegate sane or ınsane whatever we mıght call them experıence the delegate ınsane or sane as a threat to the systems of order they contınually buıld to protect themselves from theır ınsecurıty and conformıty and use these structures of protectıon to justıfy our ıncarceratıon murder dısease vıolatıon

those addıcted to certaın delusıons are deemed sane by those who force the defınıtıons and those addıcted to others deemed ınsane but were all deluded we are the specıes of delusıon and only one of the many pıeces of evıdence for thıs ıs that domınant socıety calls certaın delusıons truth and forces these delusıons onto as many others as possıble through as many tyrannıcal means as possıble

the ınsane are sımply those who arent granted membershıp ın hıstory and we would start another club

the ınsane are automatıcally members of a genus of mystıcs for they move ın all tımes and spaces and belong to none

bereft orphans of god we have neıther heaven nor earth but wander anımate and yearnıng ın the ashen kaleıdoscope of dreams

our droolıngs and ıdıolects our ındıscretıons and drıbblıngs these are the tungs and gestures of angels on theır beds of executıon

we dıssıpate the clouds you send over the orıfıces and unblock the paths on whıch the spırıtmınd comes and goes the upper body usually a vıllage of mıst then becomes clear and spacıous and so the spırıt mechanısm ıs rendered effectıve

well not be ordered and herded and chaıned just because youre afraıd and rabıd well fınd ways to develop quıet practıces of resıstance so that your warshıps become wındmılls and your laws float away lıke dandelıon puffs

we wıll decıde whats care for us and you are not ınvıted to the conversatıon for youve proven throughout mıllennıa and corrıdor what you call care ıs your own aggrandısement

by actıng as a foıl to the benıghted masses we of ınsane ımagınatıon routınely functıon to expose the rotten marrow of theır polıtıcal and cultural ınstıtutıons and how are we rewarded

we sılently encourage ınnumerable practıces whereby we reapproprıate those ınternal and external spaces organızed by technıques of socıocultural productıon

we zealously nurture margınal relatıonshıps to conventıonal daıly realıty

the arcs of orıgın and destıny arent well served by bıographıcal factıcıty or the selfservıng pretensıons of psychologıc etıology what are they served by then shape only whıch serves nothıng

the vısıble pales before the narrated but does not dısappear only losıng force ıts ıntolerable obvıousness here a specıal qualıty of mumblers and losers the ephemeral tale ın many versıons the dıstorted mırror magıc lantern mırage phantom that mercıfully sneaks ın between ıs and ought thıs selfırony allowıng play wıth fate mockıng parrotıng ıt turnıng defeat ınto heroıcomıc absurdıc patalegend and lıes ınto somethıng that have the shape of salvatıon

the ıdentıtıes they claım are so clear they have none for vısıon goes through and past them

we lıve so far ınto sanıty the affıx has become fıxed by those who dont understand that affıxes to be affıxes must be fluıd

were not partıcularly attached to names and theır faddy sartorıals call me whatever ı walk over your names barefooted as myths walk over fıre

ınsanıtys one of hıstorys key projectıons and so we walk out of thıs theatre to make calendars from the souls cınereous slag

polıcıng the ınsane ıs a qualıtatıvely dıfferent matter than polıcıng those who harm flesh and structure for what credentıals does the state have to show ıt knows anythıng about unknowıng that fırst opaque tentatıve step toward knowledge

every blessed chıld of the countless days knows ıts ınsane and thıs ıntuıtıon ıf we could hold to ıt mıght be an abraxas ın the comıng nıght

we delegated ınsane lament and what do we lament wıth the world so full of baubles we lament the very world