the unlocal
news says theres no local news anymore
no earth news is the local news
natures
table is set for everyone
each word
document welcomes me back when its reopened the sentiments are surely reciprocal
the trees are electric snakes in the murky suburbs of the
trains strange passage
she arrives
and just lives at the big house she
lives at the big house and she lives there for a long time and the childs
umbilical cord comes off and she still lives there and she lives there for a
long time and the child gets older he
gets older and he crawls he stands he toddles
he walks well and then he is
grown up
why do you delight in not conforming to code?
its neither a matter of delight nor conformity … its just
that different texts comprise my blood
ive long realized my primary task in the brief space ive
been given to occupy the clock of vision is to build reasonable asylums for
myself – places of refuge from human violation in which i can wander in an oneiric
sensuousness that makes far more sense to me (with me) than the scrimmages of
what is often called my civilization culture society
to design without design
to live without life to heal
without healing to see without
seeing to love without loving to suffer without suffering to hate without hating to dream without dreaming to die without dying
if one
enters death in consciousness not to return from it into life – with messages
visions actions vigours (these common expectations) – but stays in it – not to
accomplish anything in it (for this would seem that one hadnt truly entered
that realm) not to …
for death’s objectives if they exist avoid the grammatical and verbal structures of
the living languages and thus if there
is a to to it it might be this: to –
however futilely destructively invisibly – seek deaths grammars and – however
falsely misleadingly murkily – describe them … or perhaps more accurately
attempt to trace them in the vapours of ones body
depression
is a gift an antidote to skyscrapers we should enthusiastically unwrap theres still a clambering (an ambition) but
down and around – less with and against other visible clambering creatures and
more alongside forgotten fragmented tribes of a kind of simulated wraithishness an ambition that thrives but goes nowhere no more given to assertion than oblivion to vertical geometries than dimensions of
other orders
it took a
long time for the outsider inside me to find outside and once it did only the
inside remained
one is
never too young to die for one is never too old to live
i eat
myself like an autoscatophagus
i am tasty
like an upscale chocolate artichoke
i run away
like escherichia cocobacchanalia
the only
answer to the cruelty of life is the scorn of imagination
civilization
has as one of its mandatory mandates – enforceable as all these are with the
full force of the state apparatus and its accomplices: the knowledge pecuniary health
and justice industries – to turn enthusiasm into force (and laundered force in the
form of privilege is still irrevocably force [perhaps even more so through its
diffusionary capacities])
if we want
to change the narratives – if we must change the narratives – what does it mean
to our participation in the present narratives?
they are
well in a sick system the other theys sick
in a nonexistent well system because it
is said to exist is the sick system well and because it is said to not exist is
the well system sick
invalidation
is at the heart of the human – this is why mysticism is true … it transforms
(composts) (in the dark soul of the farnear soul) invalidation to something
else: this something else …
the
languages within languages : the cities within cities the
art galleries of the world the same city
the drug deals of the world another the languages of apophatic aestheticism weekend consumerism ecovegan justice academic feminist intersectionality entomological taxonomization incompatible to some or a large degree it doesnt matter whether one speaks them in rundi twi
SJM heptapod or telugu
a
psycholinguisticbalkanization of what was once supposed to be a single species
