Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

29.4.25

yottagopolıs foragıngs under the sıgn of two redrums


ı used to drınk once a week but now ı drınk once a day guess ım an alcoholıc when you thınk about ıt ıts a fıve thousand pound fıne when ın formula one you gıve a guy a fınger ı try to keep ın touch wıth her once a year or twıce yknow ȷust to say hı nıce to catch up yknow those kınd of people when you thınk about ıt thats not my problem thats your problem when youre a hıgh achıever shes also got the knack ın lıfe sometımes you gotta start at the bottom o thats bıg news thats huge he had a bıt of a meltdown dont know what happened so he was let go but were doıng some cool proȷects nıce to catch up theyre both bıg thınkers they both read wıdely and thınk a lot ım doıng alrıght 230 a year 10 or 15 years ago no one drank coffee now everyones a connoısseur thınk about ıt sometımes ın lıfe you gotta stop at the bottom thats why you pay so much for everythıng taxes they want you to be poor all rıght boys and gırls ım goıng to go out and have a cıgarette whats a good cıty to go to for lıke real coffee when you thınk about ıt youve got a great sweater whats your name ı love your smıle that would be a good trıp ı do alrıght now 260 a year maybe a closeup of her hand paıd a thousand and thırty ı wasnt nervous ı was excıted sometımes ın lıfe you gotta stop and go at the bottom ın the car yeah yknow youre cuttıng me off ı gıve you the fınger when you thınk about ıt o wow thats so excıtıng and hes a lovely guy yeah we usually hang out on sundays were goıng to start lıve ȷazz on the patıo ı was goıng to say when you start trackıng ıt ım doıng alrıght makıng 280 a year you got a great sweater guess ım an alcoholıc ım surprısed when you thınk about ıt she even got me second guessıng my own self whıch ıs not lıke me no one drınks mılk anymore braıns are weırd theyre lıke the fınal frontıer thats not my narratıve to accept someone elses conversatıon about me ım a rules doula for the autıstıc class ımmortalıtys probably not all ıts chalked up to be when you thınk about ıt when you drınk about ıt gıve a guy a fınger keep ın touch thats huge nıce to natch up you got a great fınger ım a rules doula for the ımmortalıty class thats huge had a meltdown theyre both bıg smıles whats a good cıty to go to for a real bottom keep ın smouch sometımes ın drınk you gotta gıve a lıe a zınger 590 a year not my problem alrıght goys and bırls guess ım a doulaholıc a closeup of her penıs bıt of a smeltclown say hı stınk once a day smıle a fınger hang a dınk stop the pay hug the bottom you cant lose ınvestıng in transnıstrıa utılıtıes huge balk dyıng my own elf the gınormous hunt they let go lıck the bottom ı eye the bottom thınk about ıt shıt ınk about ıt go gotta gotta redrum


13.11.19

absinthe makes the fart grow stronger


if this is time give me blood
if this is blood give me water
if this is water give me air
if this is air give me fire
if this is fire give me plasma
if this is plasma give me god
if this is god give me i
if this is i give me love
if this is love give me art
if this is art give me dreams
if these are dreams give me death
if this is death give me absinthe
if this is absinthe give me more

10.2.19

a lesson in jurisprudence iii



now, to introduce a twist, one day phineasetta thadeusina veeblefetzer falls in love with olafa but not only is the love unrequited but olafa is wholly unaware of phineasetta’s existence. phineasetta sets out to correct this obersicht. she sends olafa mad messages across the 81 channels presently available for communication. she likes & loves & laughs at everything. she is unmitigatedly hysterical and persistent. but olafa is unfazed. after a brief sleep and on a dubious day she invites thadeusina to walk the gasnil hill trail with her. ptv slips at the preordained spot, hits her head on a rock, and tumbles into the land of the dying whales. olafa has to put up with a week or two of unpleasantness as she correctly responds to the queries of officials but all in all a job well done and she has returned to her solitary knowledgeable walks, clinically improper sleeps, nameless reveries, and veeblefetzer-free existence



our lesson in jurisprudence is done
dear readerless readers
you bare-assters & lovers of bare-assters
return to your barriers and your absolutelies
you olafas to your nameless madnesses
you veeblefetzers to the sea

20.7.18

dao de jing v


heaven and earth are ruthless; they treat the myriad creatures as straw dogs
the sage is ruthless; she treats the people as straw dogs
is not the space between heaven and earth like a bellows?
it is empty without being exhausted
the more it works the more comes out
to hear much will lead only to a dead end
better to hold fast to what is within

dear fives,

in contrast to reward and punishment mythologies, moralities of good and evil … in contrast to any sentimental gods or god who assume goodness, compassion, love – offsetting cruelty, hate, malice to other forces … in contrast to the childish capricious powers of many  forceful infants of the heavens …  shrugging at ideas of benevolence and ritualistic conformity (whether the rites are prescribed institutionally or in the heave of society), dao doesn’t even posit a god (or at least a god more than a common tansy or brinjal masala). here are heaven and earth – the way of dark virtue and the way of simian prescribed rites – the people, the sage

the sage, who is later dismissed as unworthy and risible. the people, who are routinely presented as a pulsing conglomerate of necessary followers. the impossible way of heaven. the pervasively enforced expectations of earth

here heaven, earth, and sages form a strange alliance, of which the people are not a part, contractually bound by ancient models to a dna of indifference. the people though get excited or discouraged by constructions of amorality, immorality, blood and barbarism, difference, the vestments and scripts of hierarchical power and status, their passions expressed in moral systems, tedious schadenfreude and its organized siblings (government and war), integrity and transgression

and what is this indifference  – detachment or fate or enlightenment or geometry or discernment or silence or intelligence or something else or puerility?  – a magnificent disdain for the mores of a species which has consistently demonstrated through its nightmare, history, that it cannot act except through severings, genocides, rapaciousness, and an alert purposiveness?

love is mentioned few times in these 81 vignettes and when it is always in a way that subverts our common orientations. dao doesn’t say love but ruthlessness. not a ruthlessness apart from love as it is not apart from anything. dao does not do apart. (to not take this word or text or any and raise it to an all)

not that ruthlessness of presidents and entrepreneurs that is called expediency and pragmatism, not that squabbling fortress of mothers and fathers and lovers and spouses that is called love, not that ruthlessness of a member of the myriad creatures as it goes about its entertained scrimmage of a life, a ruthlessness called whatever it is called, but some other kind that is not defined by the images in your mind but by dao, undefined, in its inexplicabilities

love, that drippy word, may be destroying us. for the way we practice it is not large. it does not reach beyond our little interests of self and species, around the earth and out to heaven, past the breathing of the infinite spaces between, and further still, something at hand, a vital emptiness

dao acknowledges the paths – of reading all the books, collecting all the lovers, helping all the poor, responding to all the messages, listening to all the podcasts and videos, amassing all the wealth, assuming all the power, knowing all the references and magic tricks, displaying all the beauty … and of holding assiduously to that vitality

and where are the measures and graphs and peer-reviewed articles to show the how and what and why of this? how do i tell that one holds fast to that?

by means of dark virtue, by means of old paths, by means of confused turnings, by means of muddledness and listlessness, by means of this

14.2.18

fientive honorificabilitudinitatibi

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