Showing posts with label disexpression. Show all posts
Showing posts with label disexpression. Show all posts

30.6.20

das ausdruckslose


forget this world and all its troubles and if possible its multitudinous charlatans  everything in short but the restless enchantment of word which lies in liminal disexpression among sheets of madness

only madness can question not only a language but language

what can i do but stand silent before the words that spill from me

the question of madness turns thought into a question

despite society being as or possibly more repressive and agonistic toward alternative modes of thinking than previous ages  and this mired in such verbiage of diversity  i wish to  to the extent possible  release  that is return  madness into its freedoms   i have done what i can in that which is called the world of action but now that that world is largely closed to me my actions are restricted to words   words  nomadic tents of madness

my project then is simply  or at least simply stated   to prove this civilization wrong  not with this civilizations tools but mine  there not only is reason in madness  as much as in reason  there may be even more   in other words language is hardly always somewhere other than madness but rather madness is languages uncomfortable architect

more difficult in its obscurity than any political business or sports vocation is the artistic path   but even yet more difficult in obscurity is the nopath of madness

no one can be ambitious in literature   ones ambitious only in capitalism or madness and happenstantially expresses this ambition by writing capitalism or writing madness   (madness  that deambition)

i am mad as theres no place in your society to make money  that is to survive  and manifest my is  pronounced my eyes  and so to maintain my is i retreat from your society and go mad   thus in your society i am mad to me and out of your society i am mad to you   mad either way and each way with different laws   as inquisitional christianity ensured those others were smeared with heresy so your society ensures these others are smeared with madness   the educated smiling or activist progressives as complicit as any  for they all have made their place in the acceptable madness  the in of money   as inquisitional christianity drove its mad to death so capitalism  whether liberal conservative radical late or any label  drives its mad

i shall continue to work to maintain until i can no longer my voice of nonparticipation  or rather participation only in fleeting spaces where language and madness however ephemerally intersect

from the earliest age certainly well into the uterus  i knew in various modes that my task while sentient on earth as this i is to write madness   with my body of course   and as words  and so thinking  are simply an extension of the body  like breath or vision  only with my body   and my writing madness and avoiding the usual responsive societal clasps  from incarceration and institutionalization to activism and advocacy to disability or suicide to pharmaceuticals and therapy to homelessness and collapse  or at least avoiding them for a sufficiently lengthy time that i could without tedious error be said to have written madness  hardly in its entirety for this would be impossible but to have written a competently full face of it  however shaded and false  among its infinite faces  would show  to what or whom is an aside  madness legitimately as a spiritual and political energy  that is as a body as worthy of bodiness as any other in those worlds in whose names  that is bodies  you frequent fight disdain adore   that i detour around any definition should be expected by anyone even vaguely discerning   i could tell you the names i side with  the names at least that have leaked into history  but i dont wish to play your games   most of my people youve stolen their names their words writing their bodies   we are a tribe distributed across the constructions   wandering floundering haltingly gathering in lost words

how could god not become ill to discover before it its reasonable powerlessness to know madness?

forgotten words on whose omission the world is founded
to enter this omission to forage among the forgotten

how does one formulate a language which sticks in the throat  collapsing before having attained any formulation?  how can madness break through the universe of discourse?

i speak stickings and collapsings  i dont attempt to break through but remain in uncarved universes

what forces me to write i imagine is the fear of going mad
what writing writes though is madness

the praise of folly hardly has to be written in the language of reason
the fool just must develop sufficient confidence to speak in follys idiolects

isnt it necessary that any remnant in the species who still believe in language  not are users of it  which is anybody  but believe  who are possessed by it and it lives in them  must be mad   for language has duplicated fragmented diffused technicized politicized prosaicized clinicized awardicized nameicized degreed pedigreed   and one whom language fills is then filled to excess  and this excess obliterates use and this excess madness

i have sought with minds passion and passions mind a breakdown of a certain kind of reason frequently associated in common and even many noted minds with the highest achievements of civilization   why then have i deliberately sought its shattering?

as madness includes itselves and its notselves it finds itself biologically or adoptively  does it matter?  in mysticisms strange family  that family being an eclipse and sun of god in its contradictoriness

the difference between god and us must lie  not in attributes  but in the very nature of our existence   since each thing is what it is  god must be not only what it is but also what it isnt   this confuses us about who it is   so the mad

of course when i say madness i may mean some thing or more likely some things or notthings  perhaps depending on the time of day and what i ate or smoked for breakfast and who knows what other etiologies lurking in the vast fogs of consciousness and time   but there are not two things  reason which speaks and madness which doesnt   there are rather appearances of many forms of reason which to some may appear as many forms of madness or reason and many forms of madness which to some may appear as many forms of reason or madness   and if this isnt precise enough for you  if it isnt sufficiently general or constitutive or normal or exclusionary   well …