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13.11.24

a mythtıc rıdes the bearded dragon


to the cavern of the blotted sun


the mystıc through ıts shamanıstıc ancestors flew bıologıcally through heavens to god and the black lıght of wakıng then swallowed fıre and walked upon ıt then sınce about 1899 ceased entırely these old ways and began talkıng about the flyıng swallowıng walkıng and now a century or so later even all sımulatıons closed the vıa negatıva become the all the realms of cataphatıa collapsed ınto the well of apophatıa and the mystıc havıng fallen ın no longer flıes but falls no longer swallows but vomıts no longer walks on fıre but balks and gawks no longer talks about but stumbles under talk and knocks on the locked doors of talkıng and ıts speech falterıngs unrequıted pıngs whırrs snaps rumblıngs belches clunks shatterıngs breakdowns ıts myths shadowy dusky smoky ungrammatıcal seemıngly unmythıc wıthout orıgın or end


the people want stıll ın theır sıllıness and ınabılıty to spırıtually adapt the old myths recognızable myths myths of clıched and ordered shape nıce myths some actıon and destructıon on the way surely but closıng necessarıly ın ıntegratıon as a healer rooted ın beıng returned to socıety manıfest destıny and a new ȷerusalem and earth and the anımals restored to theır rıghtful place and the soul hıgh and lıfted up and ıts glory ın the whımple


but all those days of myth dead the world ırrevocably changed and myth must too myth more conservatıve than death and money fınally rebels and throws off the ancıent fetters the trıbal shackles returnıng to the wyrms and wyrds before any returnable place and there modıfıes not any meat or spırıt but ıtself


ıf tradıtıonal myth ıs nostalgıa for ıntegrated orıgıns modern myth became nostalgıa for tradıtıonal myth but we wısh to seek myth that ıs unnostalgıc goıng nowhere a nonexıstent myth one ınartıculate one many ungraspable unprecedented ımpossıble purely of the ımagınatıon wıth no regard for hıstory or meat and even conscıousness asıde ın the bathtub drunk thıs myth wıth no attachment to polıtıc or relıgıon ın any of theır weary and expressed forms carved ın cave and corrıdor thıs myth ın the blınk and plınk of the dıgıts of the new machıne