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4.7.17

a concierge named Sincere


the unacceptable prejudices – sex/gender, race/ethnicity, sexual orientation, religion …

the acceptable prejudices – class, age, psychic configuration, species …

            class, with capitalism’s caste system a sacred and cracked rigid hierarchy
            age, with youth (bolstered by technology’s edges) the age’s wisdom (countered by the aging and old primarily by class)
            psychic configuration, with sanity’s definitions tightly controlled by vested power interests and enforced routinely and often unthinkingly in 10 billion daily conversations
            species, with human supremacy and volitional legitimacy unquestionably built into almost all humaninhabited structures (and we call ourselves secular!? – this basic religious idea of unmitigated human entitlement)

as a society taxonomizes and hierarchicizes its knowledge in variegated configurations of inclusionexclusion, names and places knowledge’s categories (some silent, invisible, so never named, placed other than as possible objects of study and hardly forms of discipline, portals of power) on horizontal and vertical planes, with various established relations – so it arranges its prejudices. only so much truth can flow through time’s dam and those of us who live in the dam and sustain it (the living) are challenged to know other flows … even if other flows are sensed (in dream, suffering, erotic encounter) what then does one do with them? how to include, live them … when flows are so regulated and the dam so monumentally omnipresent, it being our home?

is not mental illness a child, rapture, rupture of ‘pataphysics? did not jarry portend the creation, stretching, visibility and naming of madness apart? was he not a prophet of sanity’s geometries, its languages and battlelines?
la fée verte sees, teaches, lives.

the west’s present orgy of (certain kinds of) diversity, identity inclusion, clinamina of voice, this fragmenting (like the splintering of protestantism following the reformation?) a hallucinogen of legitimacy … how sustainable? a brief (and already disappearing?) aperture among endless barbarisms – a wee flourishing before the tedious expected stomping of the boot and the recurring institutionalization of spirit.

aren’t ennui, madness, chaos, poverty, loneliness preferable to participating in a will that does not (will not / can not) trade on my exchange?

back patio of café – a raton laveur appears on a south rooftop between chimney pipes. everyone takes out their phones and starts clicking, ahs and oohs and sighs, the clicking and sighing continuing for many minutes.
each click a techcuming, a furthering of nature’s oblivion, an increased gram of instastatus, blood meridian’s judge's zoodream actualizing.
(as usual, i’m watching the watchers … slightly tempted to take pictures of their taking pictures, imagining someone taking a picture of my taking a picture of their taking pictures … a voyeurism of infinite regress until, through all things, the raccoon snaps the snappers and the instant stretches into the all …)

jesus panoramica appears briefly from the grave and meows to me – i’ve been around since euripides and the only thing i’ve seen humans change are their clothes.

g p-orridge makes d bowie look like miss manners buying a pleated skirt at saks fifth avenue.