to delight in mud

 i  i hagioooQoritos  whos seen the smock less monster of kitti titti lake and died  whos watched the frockumentary of octopi and whose tentacles say yes  whose tipping over the carapace of zenith births a thousand falls  whose replacement in the ministry of masks has gone unnoticed in the notices of eyes  welcome none of you to this forum of descent for we are each bequeathed a portion of arrogation as meets our minds

ive long belonged to a race that hides in the race  that does not race  whose eyes are its currency and its currency pendulous and strange  we seek other places of hiding and our art is this seeking but we havent yet found a way out that wont destroy us   to be born into this  having to peer through the weapons you call eyes  to know your race is not our home but to be bound in and to it

to dream  but to dream in convulsions and fragments  in oppressive mists and cubes of unrelenting noise

we pray  not to any god or for any effect  but as prayers a means of imagining ourselves not in your race

its not your bodies themselves we object to but that which seems to drive your bodies  as if your bodies had no mind  and this despite that youre proclaiming continuously the wonders of your minds  as if you couldnt see past your notseeing and your bodies in their fleetingness are all there are available  as if youre not only the measure of yourselves  a stupid enough idea  but the measure of everything else also

we say again  the archmagi  who are the prophets  arent those who know but those who dont   those who wait for knowledges that dont come  who point not to any christ or word or sign but wander in their waiting and this wanderings their knowledge

i  i hagioooQoritos  who peel avocados with my gonads and divulge the locations of the trapdoors in numbers only to those whove fallen to the common darkness in each word open the release valve of my dreams and watch their majnūn fizz into the subversions of the air

i become mad not because im kept apart from my love but because im not   my love is here and nothere and in this liminality of disidentity and space i cant map either the reason of the desert of aloneness or the reason of the thick boreal cliffs of society  in this lostness of love and promise fulfilled and negated im mad

i dont live in society  i live in the nospaces of your silences which i take upon myself like skin

i cant count to sacrifice  i lose track and fall into the spaces between the numbers  these spaces that while infinitesimal are infinite   they all are negatives and how does one in less than nothing count?

language  that cutblock  drives the animals away

your race is mad but not my madness and my placement in your madness presents me with a necessity of creating a parallel madness that rivals yours neither in quantity nor quality but energy  yet energies i recognize as some kin of kenning mind

i  i hagioooQoritos  live in the mud of the lake and count the trapdoors between eyes and the counting are words and the words trapdoors and i  i hagioooQoritos  live in mud

raningdeo is lord of poogul

raningdeo is lord of poogul
annals and antiquities of todast'han

a quadritridvadashamrilleglia

for horses or humans or spirits or litters

on the occasion of the days of the dead

with thanks to the myths in time and the times of myth

for the majnūn, who know no rest
whose voice is the disavowed word

raningdeo is lord of poogul, a fief of jessulmer, its heir sadoo the terror returning from a foray with a train of captured motbots and calendars and society settling like a tin djinn into its domestic night

the town itself is nothing, a ghazipur of discontinuities rising from the rohilkhand into a babel of stench and religion that were it transit might be charred rakes derailed with their corpses still in bed

the terror runs now from azamgarh to renukoot, its pillage clanking through the many meters of its draw and time and words like cracked fotdellas on a pilgrimage to a ghost museum of the memory of noise

raningdeo’s not in poogul but feudal rawul bersi and the mooltans tend to the lord’s tender tenders which have weakened due to changes in the politics of movement and a hump slug’s usurpation

majnūn don’t rule the town and some say in disputed tales its rabid refuse rises from the majnūn’s lack of power, not in sigils and the like but in vivo in the councils in cloister in that scrimmage in the night

its heir like wallabies rides now like clepsydral drops of chartreuse green, its capture clunk and skeleton and days like charades of mobs in objectless trances in thrall to hydroponic hallucinations of a diwali bed

raningdeo was born in poogul but jessulmer’s the thing and it scuttles subbul sing of feeroz when it can though the rahtore-bhattis of mehwo-birsil dislike this subterfuging and make behind a lot of noise

waste like love’s not much of time but in accursed excess comes into time and so the town has much of waste and little love and the majnūn hide in death’s and language’s conjunction, that usurpation

from foray to poogul tears raningdeo’s scion, all booties flying now like english pigeons who’ve sloughed their heritage to scrying ghouls infiltrating the souls of christians in the pull and track of night

but raningdeo’s, who will not die in poogul but baber rawul bersi in no care of rao’s ensemble neither economical nor kind and jessulmer like polymers an ideal chain of random walking, in bed

so the town like talk or clocks scrabbles to heights of middenness which in turn return the gaze and sniff on lonely majnūn loafing through the lands of thoughts of corpses turning a different noise

sadoo, as the bed of bersi fades and the lord’s night roused, as noise of toxic mountain nears and majnūn falter to dawns of screeching pillage, too falls to a reeking council’s cloister’s usurpation

the madness that has been socially politically and philosophically repressed

has nonetheless made itself heard

has survived as a speaking subject

only in and through literary texts

between literature and madness there exists an obscure but essential kinship

a kinship entailed precisely by whatever blocks them off

by that which destines them alike to repression and disavowal