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one mysterious day styrofoam in many shapes appears in the house the foam that isnt tiny i put out in the garage and as the jurisdiction i now seem to be a part of doesnt recycle this whiteandbouncy material it appears destined for landfill but then a voice arrives in the vicinity of my flesh and suggests compellingly that i should bring the styro inside and play with it the way i used to lego but it doesnt have attaching mechanisms i or something else voice and should i then use glue or tape or something else to substitute for the attaching mechanisms it lacks? but the voice that arrived and is in some sense still arriving says no
so i haul all that styrofoam back in nothing in weight but everything in volume and divide it in categories according to that arbitrariness that compels us to divide then proceed to stack it with a different sort of arbitrariness until every piece is used and i have a haphazard structure that many would call ugly but i call beautiful my beautiful structure is precarious so that even if i were to open a window even a light breeze would sway much of it to the ground it rises almost to the nine foot ceiling and i love it of course there is a cat and i know if cat wills to explore the groundfloor of my structure cat will consummate its will and therell be nothing i can do to stop it and there will go my structure cat 9 structure 1 but weeks go by and cat for whatever reason but likely devious ones doesnt enter and no window opens and the structure stands
of course one day cat decides its time but being cat its impossibly nimble and graceful and only about 10 or 20 percent of the pieces fall i thank cat for its beneficence and in acknowledgement it goes to sleep and i leave the pieces where they fell for some other weeks
one day having nothing to do although all days i have nothing to do so i should rather say one day having nothing to do in such a way that i feel once again drawn to the styrofoam i restack the fallen pieces but differently i could have roughly simulated the original design for i had taken some pictures of it before cats show of grace from various angles although as hairy clitoris tells us it never would have been the same but why says the voice that arrived and may have departed and arrived again or may have never departed but was just very quiet for a long time
and i know cat in its omniscient caprice will do its thing again and i will restructure according to the whimsies of the day and assuming eternallife these restructurings will go on forever
and whether that assumptions correct or not whats patently apparent is that cat and i are cocreators each doing its part in the ephemerality of formful play and maybe not just cat and i but to various and perhaps even equal degrees also styrofoam and window and jurisdiction and house and voicethatarrivedbutwhosedepartueisdubious and garage and allthemanythingsoncenestledsnugglingwithstyrofoamintheboxesnowbrokenanddestituteonthestreet accepted with open arms by the jurisdiction but only remotely now aspects of the assemblage of creation of the structure so indivisible from cat and i and all these other things
and i think or something thinks in or around i why this singularity of name? that i could market the structure as an installation belonging to me and created by me and understood by me are these not thoughts and acts only comprehensible to one so indolent it has become incapable of receiving complexity?
a structure maybe
created by itself and many others
maybe
a structure called maybe maybe
my cat maybe maybe made it
maybe maybe maybe maybe
guru of nothing
27.01.21 2021ist
i had once a friend who talked a lot about nothing i thought of him as my guru of nothing he said he was nothing the world was nothing i was nothing so i thought id please him and sent him a funny email showing all the ways he was nothing and then he cut me off which confused me as i thought hed be so pleased with my nothing homework how it demonstrated his principles and that id finally understood what he was talking about i want to ask him so all your talk about nothing meant nothing? but instead im left in the doubt of the eternal something and now i just write funny emails to myself showing me all the ways im nothing
sadoo with stoodio oddience
28.01.21 2021ist
w were sitting here with sadoo and stoodio oddience in the gaminflo tohel in oido lownj
s there is no audience
w look at the gazillions of whonyms
s its said but what isnt said in the heavier circles that you have to think of oddience this idea that one thinks of oddience and has an idea or a vision or plot or a story and writes and edits and is surprised or isnt surprised or a little of both and finishes something then finds an agent then the agent finds a publisher and there are more edits and negotiations until finally the publisher finds readers and theres something actually called a book who believes this?
are you doing things for the good of the country w asks seemingly innocently
there should of course be a function in word says s that allows you to block a section of text and remove all punctuation in that section or in a similar vein to findreplace remove all punctuation except say diacritics questionmarks exclamationmarks and replace certain of the erased ones say commas with something else say an extra space and periods with two extra spaces unless eg particular specified conditions are met say say
you feel guilty for being alive?
its more that i feel guilty for being alive in a consciousness thats aware its possible to feel guilty for being alive art historically has been the domain of what we now call the mentally ill but we call mad the outsider fragmented alien those of the margins who can never be anything but of the margins and then capitalism invades and the named prized promoted branded story invades and
a good dose of pragmatism never hurt anyone
heroin may be physically addictive but ayahuascas spiritually addictive like someones suicide it takes a delayed action path and preys slowly that gov has means only to detect the one the charlatans of aya migrate you from addiction on one plane to that of another
do you live?
i dont live im lived and im deaded
as the full moon rises the swan
ive been searching for google searches that i hope will yield fuller more intelligent provocative results but dont such as autism and the new world order and apophatic aesthetics and futility uselessness action doubt reimagining soul for possible worlds and
its been said that as long as one acts for spectators ones neither free nor human
the effort now as whonymity dominates the earth to seek maintain grow narratives apart from the domination narratives whether ostensibly fighting for or against theres a forness to all who participate in them a critical and lonely task art and nature through solitude nonaction imagination hallucination seem the only portals presently that have sufficient energy and independence to wander apart from whonym voice god has occasionally been an energetic moniker but now we prefer to hide god in complexsimple folds of sensations of nature and art technology is schizoid and forces us into domination as much as it questions that force and
little boy enthusiasms and their consequent disillusions says w are hardly the basis for any viable and mature art
theoldwhonymmadrantfullofbilevisioncollapsevigorexperienceennuiagenredisdainedincomprehensibledismissedasa viablerationalorliteraryform shallwecallitamant?awomant?awhorant?anoldant?butwefinditinitsradicalfreedomstypographicalcognitiveemotionalspirituallinguisticalgrammatical atraditionworthyof respectstudycontinuancelearning
why write anything if novel writes itself?
whonyms have asked why do novels need editors publishers readers even writers? but novel goes further and asks why do novels need novels why do we need ourselves
is a novel a dump and a toilet an audience as various sadoodoos intimate?
novel has an infinite number of oddiences as novels an infinite number of selves eg for years novel believed in inspiration and possession and could only go into the privy to play under such conditions but one day it wakes up and doesnt believe in those things anymore but just believes in doing nothing and being uninspired
we find the skullarly and skullarlyliterary articulations of these ideas more compelling
as the full moon rises
the swan sings in sleep
on the lake of the mind
as the full mind rises
the lake sleeps in song
on the swan of the moon
as the full swan rises
the song moons a lake
on the mind of sleep
as the full song rises
a sleepy lake minds
the moon on a swan
as the full sleep rises
the moon minds its swan
song on the lake
as the full lake rises
the mind of a swan moon
on the sleep of singing
little boys,mind,skulls,deaded,aya capitalists,its said,swan,oddience,who believes this?,sleep,oldwhonyms,moon,guilty,says s,4ness 4skin,sing,madrants,lake,
blood & tribe
i & novel
otherity and savagery
29.01.21 2021ist
as blood and tribe become eternally alienated i and novel become codependent love isnt just lust and sentimentality its codependence codependence is primary to achieve and maintain sentimentality and lust you need codependence
history can be summarized as the severance of tribe and blood once identical indistinguishable irrevocable cosmic tribe began fluttering from blood in a far timedream and pilgrimaged its parallel savagery along the littered paths of unholy time until the missile of now when tribe and blood should they accidentally meet could hardly recognize each other blood this alien ancient crawling viscouslike genitalia those who seek to bind by it moral and unhatched in laserstamped gmo eggs their morality as sadomasochistic as the religions theyre following or have rejected
the whonym is savage before otherity if otherity is diminished in certain sectors eg race sex religion it rises with equal measure in other sectors eg class age species sanity diversity less its regulated forms which primarily exist to promote institutional virtue more its raw expressions of a vast and incompatible nature is otherity and the speakings of diversity that circulate among the banners little more than masks on encyclopedic inabilities to understand the extent and nature of diversitys geography diversitys far more challenging than you can imagine
take eg a fairly obvious fact that capitalism doesnt recognize spiritual property it rather says you can steal spiritual property and even encourages it capitalism only recognizes legal property in this case that which can be quantifiable traceable processable identifiable all these defined in particular ways that favour the rights of certain kinds of minds certain kinds of mind that are able to tap in to a certain kind of societal dominance
we havent even begun to think through let alone act through race and sex let alone the myriad other forms that have effectively silenced because theyre dead dying or are for whatever reason unvoiced the diversity & humanrights humans havent thought much about what theyre doing in anything other than crisis terms and if diversity doesnt include our colleagues across nature and spirit as equal members its not going to do much other than continue shuffling the soiled deck of history
whonym tribes are a set of fonts
what we call individuals letters glyphs diacritics smudges caesuras punctuation margins
a language is the whonym
one language among language families so vast and alien our endless praise of ourselves might seem a joke to those many myriads outside if they thought it worth their while to pay us any attention
isnt the function of the internet of the technovirtualization of whonymity to provide hypershamanistic capacities for both transmigrating blood into tribe and for finding members of ones tribe as bloods geographical proximity has now become a museum artifact encased behind glass with skullarly mumbles interpreting the event for those challenged in discerning
but those of us belonging to tribes inept at seeking our own who are of nature in its physical immediacy its sanguine proximities but of the technological diaspora in our tribal affiliations what are we to do but wander in an unnamed dark alone
timedream,hypersham,bindrind,legal theft,smudgiety,codependence,seeking,otherity,isnt just,diversity?,fontnyms,gmo eggs,seem a joke,
devices
310121 2021ist
over,all,shut,this,its,by exhausted,of all,א,wish,zerohead,would,sadoo,and,were,thank,up,ganesha
here dedeared unreaders is the hierarchy of devices through which sadoo should be read though sadoo neither can be read nor should be read nor could be read nor would be read
as in this sad and sadder world the best options arent available except in the imaginative realms rankings three to one that is the best and most appropriate those in which sadoo truly manifests and speaks directly with soul without those mishaps that comprise the very heart of communication and we suggest for those who can fly ninety thousand kilometres just with their own bodies they enter those realms and journey to those rankings and encounter sadoo there those lands in which books are beyond reading and understanding and where language is no different than the lucid gaze of empty eyes through windows so frameless the question arises as to whether the windowsre really there so ranking four for the rest of you is the best available option in this sadder and sad world but those of you incapable of it may without undue penalty slip to rankings five or six at the worst but for those of you who go lower and woe woe to those who voluntarily choose ranking nine unutterable words and the most inauspicious of ends
were all exhausted by
all of this and
wish sadoo would shut
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