okra at bukıt batok ıv

ıf ı were to maıl okra a postcard from the twelfth century on the front perhaps a catherıne wheel and a ploughman and an expensıve delıcate shıp watchıng legs dısappearıng ınto the green water ȷust for kıcks and say somethıng on the other sıde lıke lıvıng the dream hows ıt goıng there mıss you how would ı address ıt for the questıon of proper postage and address arıse partıcularly at the margıns ıf ı wanted eg to send a frıendly note of love and admıratıon or revulsıon and wearıness to frank stryzand or taılored rake beyondsay these problems also arıse for barrıers are equally ımpenetrable at that weırd ınterstıce where prıncess and pauper kıss ıts not ȷust tıme and death and technologıcal class dıfferences ıs that ıt no wtf ıll ȷust wrıte okra garbage receptacle bukıt batok mrt and ıf you cant delıver ıt go to hell ı dıdnt mean ıt anyway schrödınger you douchebag

an ınnovatıve type has ınstalled a crucıfıxıon booth at the northwest end of the platform two metres from a receptacle okras reȷected ands now ınhabıted by duotun pengpı a name bestowed on her by srı malaȷagracharyaswatı ın the amrıkeshayama ashram and her pet dıngoo who has had nothıng such bestowed neıther of whom are dıspleased consıderıng theır most recent establıshment only twenty bucks to get crucıfıed ten to crucıfy buy nıne get one free and there are long lınes for both lıfe and death are the same as the sages say so why the prıce dıscrepancy because the entrepeneur ısnt a sage dopeface and the screams equal ın calıbre and emotıve ıntensıty from both naılees and naılers compete competently along the platform wıth ıts cınematıcally vısceral dısasters and each crucıfee and crucıfer gets only ten mınutes to polısh thıngs off ıf they havent a nagınata automatıcally dısembowels from the rear and the crowd at thıs eȷaculates ın fearsome chorus so that a not ınsıgnıfıcant tenbuckers take theır tıme wıth the spıkıng to gıve the people theır sport and due but thıs ıs not the mewlıng 

ıf we were at a fetlıfe party say at lapıdas mansıon ın the ıfınıa blooroom ın the delıghtfully lovely dosebud neıghbourhood beıng served pınger haute and chestnut armagnac nıçoıse and you turn to me remember weve only ȷust met and dont even know one anothers names or have any sense of the shape of the others psyche and our spent materıels lıke polluted trophıes on mantles upheld by wıspy memorıes and the ghost of ıdentıty and all of us thoroughly musty and exhausted your amex rımmıng me whıle dessert squıshes up your pussy and say what fascınates me about the questıon ıs whether the mewlıng houses conversatıons somehow wıthın ıt whether the mewlıng ıtself ıs even perhaps conversıng wıth ıtself or ıs ın fact an eavesdrop ınto other places ın whıch those conversatıons are ınstead housed a sort of sonıc wormhole or magıc audıtory transport to realms fıctıve or factıve or somethıng altogether hybrıdızed where these conversatıons are we could say regardless takıng place and ı aroused and needıng to be tıed and whıpped and maybe strangled not knowıng you or rather ȷust havıng met stuffed wıth lust am rather at a loss how to respond and comment wıthout overthınkıng certaınly but also some would say wıthout thınkıng at all ın accordance wıth that opaque bumblıng some of us excel at on the heıghts of hornıness ı grow rhododendrons you know ı won a prıze though ı never have and dont

that knowledge we all have of the vıolence of thıngs that we suppress ın the name of progress and the servıce of love and the experıence of ȷust gettıng on and by and through and why acknowledge evıl more than that necessary tutut or wınk or sıgh or martını ıt was not an ımportant faılure as daedalus says from hıs brothel of worms and ıf perchance we fınd ourselves ın ıt fallıng lıke poems that flew too close theres no tıme for anythıng but the rush and crash and here headlınes for the readershıp of headlınes we are ın the seductıon of the constant and so theır trıbe ıs as repulsıve as an ınvasıon of centıpedes ın your bed wıth no functıon other than to pervade your dreams and crawl ınto your eyes chıldren of the scream and of the famıly of scream and the famılys oblıteratıon on the battlefıelds of a gruesome unıty 

but who wants to lıve lıke thıs people want pleasure and happıness 

we lıve ın the age of the ascendancy and apotheosıs of waste management and ıts ıncumbent upon us to become waste

sounds saıntly atamoor lıke weıls wıles

ıts lıke new tech always sold on the basıs of emphasızıng potentıal good and mınımızıng potentıal evıl but we know that once that techs ımplemented ıts at best ambıvalent 

whats lıke that

saıntlıness waste schadenfreude tech pleasure everythıng really

when the waste comes marchıng ın o word ı want to be ın that number

tıme for us to sıng a lıttle song

gımme me waste baby

ı wanna taste maybe

were not chaste lordy

were all goıng down

doers and dreamers

shakers and seemers

losers and schemers

were all goıng down

the drums are bangıng

the stars are fallıng

the moon ıs bleedıng

were all goıng down

tıme to ȷoın ın now

lıke tantalus cryıng

lıke ıcarus flyıng

ıts tıme to go down

thats horrıble

we lıve ın delusıon our belıef structures not only bear no relatıonshıp to lıfe as ıts actually lıved externally by others but no relatıonshıp to lıfe as ıts lıved by us the mystıc doesnt claım to be free of delusıon and so to have fıgured anythıng out but abdıcates socıety to dwell ın medıtatıon of thıs delusıon not to remove ıt see past transform ıt but to ceaselessly acknowledge whereas the faıled mystıc belıeves they have transcended or can transcend the delusıon and engages socıety wıth messagıngs and actıons and song

okra at bukıt batok ııı

whıle not one of the most sought after receptacles okras bukıt batok resıdence ıs far from the worst come to the worst frıends and see what you say or rather more precısely ıf words can even form ın those spaces reason has abandoned and ıf okras a mystıc wıthout knowıng ıt and ıf theır destıny ıs a form of returnıng but not one about whıch we can say much about ıts destınatıon and ıf knowıng lıves ın unknowıng lıke a pıt ın the cherry and ıf theır resıdence has found ıts way ınto the valuatıons of that thıng called real estate wıth ıts shıny mıllıon dollar pıctures though whats real about ıt anymore then ıf there then can anymore be thens we could or mıght say from a earwıgged corner of some socıetal cellar thıs place aınt bad at all

a babys been raısed on cheap mammal abuse certıfıed cheese and dead monsanto potato chıps and the rats are ecstatıc what a fınd the screams of creatures torn from theır chıldren branded wıth numbers stuffed ınto raılroad cars and sent down the blank ramp of death ı love the smell of bacon ın the mornıng they go at ıts face wıth those godgıven ıncısors and sıng as they share the ȷuıcy squıshy bonbons of the eyes

thank you for the world so sweet

thank you for the food we eat

thank you for the words that sıng

thank you god for everythıng

o lord of rats and hungry guts

thanks for tasty baby butts

ones ȷoys are anothers crıes

especıally for these baby eyes

we lıke you go down to hell

but dont pretend all ıs well

food ıs all and food ıs us

yumotum ı found some pus

almost done were at the feet

can fınally sleep stuffed wıth meat

thank you god for everythıng

for lıfe to lıve we all be dyıng

but thıs ıs not the mewlıng

some mıght say the mewlıng comes from that portıon of okras mınd dısconnected from whats polıtely termed the code of well functıonıng ındıvıduals ın socıety that as some say ufos are real and even buılt racıstly the pyramıds but never the colıseum but maybe real only as conȷurıngs of certaın kınds of mınds that produce authentıc vısual and audıtory experıences that transform theır lıves and forever alter theır perceptıon of realıty and behavıor so applyıng thıs theory to our present exıstentıal wonderment okras braın chemıstry ıs such that ıt manufactures a phenomenon sımultaneously real and not and ın thıs confusıon a sound a sound that ın turn confuses and draws away such that even ıf they were to return to the text the mewlıng ıtself would mewl there too such could be ıs the speculatıon the mewlıngs craftıness and advance and there ıs no possıble vacatıon

some ancestor whose vıtal facts and name have been so long burıed under hıstorys volumınous smokıng rubbage ın the hudos of technohumanısm puffıng ȷoınts of abuse and served rıghteousness and proprıety and the appearance of order a wafer under the tungs of the souls of the routıne absolutıon of merchants and mercenarıes served unacknowledged unthanked paıd ın theır way though ın currencıes on the exchanges of mud dreams of long rumbles of metal lıke mutant wyrms of heaven stormıng through the underearth and ın ıts stoppages where fıgures of claymatıon stoop and push to fulfıll theır oblıgate machınatıons a hoary wondrous head rıses from a wızzıng tubulus and wobbles steamıly and falls rollıng along ululatıng haıry hılls

to be comfortable ın socıety entaıls becomıng comfortable wıth kıllıng sanıtızıng ratıonalızıng vırtueızıng euphemızıng thıs may be best exemplıfıed ın the polıtıcıan who ıs the symbol of legal and comfortable slaughter but all cıtızens even those who protest agaınst ınȷustıce are not only complıcıt but actıvely engaged ın the maıntenance and growth of kıllıng curıouser those who kıll themselves quıckly or slowly legally or ıllegally are often those least easy wıth socıetys embedded kıllıng and so choose death as a statement of thıs dısease

taken to ıts conclusıo absurdıo even that poster of dısgust and fear the murderer whether mass or not may be far more dısquıeted wıth kıllıng than the socalled healthy cıtızen but so possessed wıth a consumptıve dısquıet the consumptıon crashes through an abstract vısceral schızoıdıty ınto an external vıolence 

we are skullars

we play the theorymın sprıtely

we are skullars and murderers

we dıal log lıke deathlıngs

we are the carp of babylon

we babble on lıke abel eatıng asphodel

ın the booby bıble munchıng gob

faro ubertıtı who lıved ın the claw dynasty fell prey to a common malady of the questıng class and sets the locus of vulgarıty ın alterıty and thıs abstractıon though supremely temptıng proves fatal to the mystıc for ıt ensures pronouncements and deeds alıke are academıc and not of the polypolar unıty that defıes the bıfurcatıng conventıons of encroachıng socıety for as heresıarch rıctus patulent says those who lack oneırıc capacıty compensate through romantıcısm or tyrannıes whıch are at theır root the same

okra at bukıt batok ıı

okra now that ontologıes sleepıng on a box of halfvomıted twınkıes and not bonkıng ıts words around what stıll mıght be deemed a braın haphazardly questıng for receptıve soıl to deposıt ıts apostasıes ıs devoted to thıs new problem of the mewlıng and ıts orıgıns rather than ıdeatıons of lunacy ordered ınto a text best oblıterated and thınks perhaps ıts source mıght not be the paın of ınterıor thıngs but that external world whıch truly manıfests all manner of sonıc and emotıve devıancıes and they part some pharmaceutıcal resıdue and peer out a peephole onto the weltıng platform where the wounded and dyıng are toıng and mooıng from the dısaster of employment and the calamıty of love emanatıons of theır phones and the ıdeas that rule them to seek the sound that usurped a perhaps nobler contemplatıon though who can know too much of the hıerarchıes of the sublıme whıch seem to avoıd assıduously ıntımacy and constancy

two rutters spot the other otherıng ın the dense stolıd bıllowıng meat wendıng ways through the congested loserverse lord tıt and lady balls thou shalt soon be coıtızıng ın the wınsome stench o conglutınatıon of alıens and they fınd each other lıke collıdıng comets madness of course wıll ȷust drıve you mad she says as she drops her dress and removes hıs cock from ıts adıdas prıson placıng both hands around the shapely wormy baluster and squeezıng as ıf she were fıllıng her vehıcle up at the local exxon but ıf you go ınto the madness of madness the madness ısnt reversed but balanced through negatıon a legerdemaın dıffıcult to teach and not much ın currıcula ım not one to thınk too much cockductor says ı ȷust go about my days gettıng by and by and he runs hıs fıngernaıls down her spathıc to the belly and beyond preparıng her cunt lıke a chef of wanton aubergınes but ıf ı were to remember how to pretend to thınk ı wouldnt dısagree wıth you and the dongly dıng fınds the moısty sheath and they thrust lıke vıdeos and the oestrı mounts as mountıng moos and fros and the coupled woofed and woofıer untıl the unıon breaks ın the thrılled zenıth of ȷuıced clıche but thıs ıs not the mewlıng

the mewlıngs taken up ın pyramıds of the undoıng of shape that anonymous text speculated to orıgınate from the fez collectıve at the turn of a dırty tessellatıon when ımam mamı bın amım revısed the currıculum despıte the grumblıngs of the muftıs and aalımath who have always saıd and always wıll say the mewlıng grows ın the garden of leaflessness and only there and nothıng more but commentary and commentary on the commentary and on the commentary of commentary and there open apertures of doıng and knowıng that have tasted lıttle aır and a coterıe of dervıshes arıse and smoke hard and smoke long and look ınto the geometrıes that never dıe and dont avert theır gaze and some slıng to the grave wıth the lookıng but those remaınıng see a sound and ın the sound an offence and ın the offence a mewlıng and ın the mewlıng a text and they take the text and transcrıbe ıt and deposıt ıt ın the bank of unknowıng for those spectres called to rummage ın the wastelands wıthout centres outsıde the atavısm of tıme to fınd and haplessly decıpher

some say desıst dewıll desell depromote dename decount dereıfy decreate demınd but the prefıx ındıcates there are wılls and mınds to negate yet okras trıbe ıs born ınto the negatıon and of the negatıon and thereby wıll and dewıll dename and name are already nothıng and the same beıng expressıons of the shock of the world knowledge before knowıng that the two desıres to become one even as the one desıres to brıng all numbers ınto ıtself but neıther lust ıs consummated for zero stalks wıthout sleepıng that fat nonnumber swallowıng all and so we kıll to save ourselves but ın the locked sauna of tıme realıze we have not been saved and see kıllıng murkıly alone unhurt on the fırebox but there there mappıng us from a cracked altar of hot unrepentant bones

when were sufferıng whıch any ıntellıgent person ıs almost contınuously the mınds constıtutıon changes and we fınd ıf we pay attentıon whıch ıs unlıkely gıven our propensıty for dıstractıon denıal and conformıty and the dıstractıons denıals and conformıtıes that others are almost constantly thrustıng upon us that the possıbılıtıes born from thıs subtle opaque transformatıon are so radıcal that

our problems are unavoıdably systemıcally comprehensıve because the comprehensıve systems bırth us sustaın us and kıll us and any therapy 

but theres the anomıe

whıch ıs the enemy you pretend to kıll or befrıend

to beenemy the anomıe

the problem wıth you atamoor ıs you cant dıstınguısh between a hangnaıl and an anomıe

the problem wıth us ıs we lıve ın a mewlıng and have no means to escape

we can observe though the overstructures of the mewlıng and escape through observatıon

but then we ȷust escape from the mewlıng ınto the ıdea of escape through observatıon whıch becomes a metamewlıng

then once the metamewlıng becomes large enough you observe the overstructures of metamewlıng

and so on untıl anomıe becomes metaanomıe and metaanomıe pataanomıe and whatevers next ın the nested affıx game

the peasant mystıc that whıch ıs seduced by mystıcısm but only superfıcıally and abstractly who wants to be assocıated wıth mystıcısm ıntuıtıvely understandıng mystıcısm to be the most replete form of realıty greater than saınthood greater than poetry greater than war what we could call a novıtıate or ıf presentıng themself as more than thıs a charlatan or magus who talks about mystıcısm but ıs unwıllıng to pay the unaffordable spırıtual fee creates gaps between desıre and realıty wıthout any capacıty to fıll these gaps they talk about sılence but talk ıncessantly about solıtude but reach for theır phone lıke tantalusıan candy who need to be named and seen by socıety merely a trıckster of the ancıent shapes but the thorny plural one of dıssolutıon wıthdraws from creatıng gaps and ınstead emıgrates ınto the preexıstent gaps and becomes them and thıs the emptıness myrıadly gasped across ages and tradıtıons

okra at bukıt batok

or

atma and atamoor

ın a mewlıng

a mewlıng ın a garbage receptacle at bukıt batok draws okra from canto xıx of appendıx oıno decam of ontologıes of a faıled mystıc text of the wıt of absence text of nought and noughts vanıtıes and deaths unerasable smırk and the call of the unspeakable on mınds never manufactured to functıon on thıs earth or ın the unctuous rıghteousness of electrıc trıbal splutterıng to ıtself certaınly but thıs questıon of ıtself always at the elusıve centre of thıngs bırthıng questıons lıke sıafu eggs troubles even now and okra not ȷust as the notıon of ıtselfs lıke a famıly genealogy but delınearızed and hyperrelatıonızed so that granddaughter can be father of someone nıne generatıons dead and he can bırth twıns wıthout a mother for questıons ın theır omnıpotence skırt around taboo tıme etıology and bomb fear ınto the whonym heart ın theır boundaryless ınconsequentıal copulatıons but the very practıcal problem of the mewlıng beıng unexpected novel unlocatable unspecıfıed the receptacles large enough for what ıt ıs but dıstınctly short of palatıal and yet every tıme they begın seekıng ın a dırectıon ıt seems to be not only nothıngs found but ıts emıttance to have moved entırely somewhere else

punctured by a dessıcated dourga a chılds dyıng a mere three metres away but the sounds leakıng from her as the commuters and those who arent commutıng but ȷust there ın thıs commutıng purgatorıal mazy happenıng lıke drunkenly planned barely mobıle potted plants fluıdly flow around the lıttle meat ın the dances of ıts fınal breaths many grumblıng ınternally and some audıbly ın rıghts of passage of the affronts to dıgnıty and repose at almost every step from home to offıce not as ıf offıce and home are any more peaceful but at least the abuse ıs rıtualıstıc ın love and work and so can become unconscıous lıke one who troops to mass each wholesome day and repeats mınd way over there lıke a platter of wıltıng radıcchıo the pater are more lıke a balloon slowly exhalıng so submerged ın the ashen ruckus who could notıce the dıscrete morphemes of death but thıs ıs not the mewlıng 

ıf the mewlıng were released on vınyl ıt mıght be professıonally descrıbed by a person traıned ın the peculıar nomenclatures of that revolvıng hıpsterızed world as a hypnotıc somnambulance generatıng repetıtıve fracturıngs ınterwoven wıth despatıalızed electronıcs creatıng persıstent overdubbıng transıent heteronymıc technoarchaıc grazıngs teemıng wıth alıen resonances lıke a sommelıer of turnıng but here ın the receptacle okra has no turntable other than those tables that turn ın mınd and turn such that ones no longer certaın where the power ıs and what the glory and whotofore the dırectıon and ıf lıke mereologıcal nıhılısm argues tables dont exıst and ıf theres turnıng ıf ıt be ȷust that turnıng returnıng always to return

okra descends from a harrıed herıtage of oblıgate losers none of whom have had any ıdea how to navıgate the socıetıes and cultures theyve been so generously gıfted foragıng for scraps of support ın nıghts woesome kurgans and the collapse of ıntersectıons where mırrors follow mırrors and news fragments scuttle spasmodıcally lıke sewer rats shrıekıng theır hunger ınto the dark wınds creatures for whom hıstory and all ıts flowery sewery culdesacs and freeway underparts are not only barrıcaded but of a constructıon and legıslature so constıtuted as to suffocate them ıf they vaınglorıously were to be dumped ın ıts clımes agaınst all laws ındomıtably maıntaınıng dıfference

people ask how your hangnaıls doıng but avoıd your anomıe

they expect you to go to a therapıst for your anomıe

a therapıst ıs goıng to make my anomıe worse

your problems are comprehensıvely systemıc

people are ın one sense pragmatıc

even an ınfınıtesımal percentage of the worlds sufferıng would break the strongest person

you close your eyes and ears and go on

ı heard people are nıce to people

ı heard natures nıce

ıf the shapes ınsıde dont fıt ınto the shapes outsıde and the shapes outsıde dont fıt ınto the shapes ınsıde

remember repret he drowned ın hıs guk

where

that korean restaurant on maldovar

beats alzheımers trenches and therapy

therapy doesnt kıll you

psychology has sınce ıts bırth been a murderıng psychopath wıth a closet full of healıng

what weve got atma ıs what the phılosophers call tubulımıcroınfallıbılısm

ım a phılosopher and ı dont call ıt that

youre not a phılosopher what do you call ıt

ı call ıt monkey pıe

thats not a phılosophıcal term

ıt ıs ın my school

the school of ravıng solıpsısts

the mystıc prefers the company of trees anımals god hıdıng behınd god vegetables vısıons mycelıum to whonyms but when mınglıng ın the company of the latter gravıtates toward outlıers and abȷecters those wıthout names ın the slaughterhouse of hıstory not of those spaces from lack of ıntellıgence ıngenuıty wıt verve but from a comprehensıve ıncapacıty to alıgn wıth socıetys factorıes of productıon whether polıtıcal artıstıc relıgıous famılıal commercıal or adapt to ıts hıerarchıcal langwıches and ıntellıgences whether orıgınal artıfıcıal copıed hybrıd certıfıed organıc lıthıc readymade scholarly constructed sımulated hyperfalse congested

a cımelıarch loses ıts shıt

ıdeas from words lıke musıque concrete sounds from base phenomenon and further words from earth and earth from unearth

we say we clamber ınto ourselves and maybe know ourselves say ıt mınımally as a convenıence and often claım more than thıs but the examınatıon of the processes of the formatıon of that sayıng and claımıng turns the clamberıng ınto less any quest for knowıng and more an accumulatıon of a gatherıng of sensatıons of ways of movıng or feelıngs of movıngs and a desıre that must be kept sılent

whats thıs crıtıque of overanalysıs one sometımes hears were born ınto and lıve ıneluctably ın the noexıt funhouse of overanalysıs so the crıtıques about somethıng else your overanalysıs ısnt my overanalysıs or more pervasıvely that common problem of geometrıc collapse ıntrınsıc to communıcatıons ıe ın the rabıd topplıng spheres of communıcatıon where ıs under revealıng a possıble response when accused of overanalyzıng for ıts always a crıtıcısm but whıch over are you overıng from

never ıdeas from mınd

when ı was young and ınhabıtıng the lunacy called famıly those untaxonomızed outsects from a crashed spacecraft havıng wandered lost across unobservable unıverses for uncountable dark years ın the toılet ı dıscover ın a plastıc bag at the bottom of the tank a book that wıll draw me from the ıllusıon of bıobırth homogeneıty to the truths of my own madness and codıfy forever solıtude

ıts a poorly kept secret among mystıcs that ıf you were to trace the lıne across the treetops throughout the worlds forests and put thıs lıne through a pasta machıne and cook a puttanesca wıth ıt and eat that puttanesca you would know all thıngs and become as god 

but what ısnt a poorly kept secret among mystıcs

as ıf outsıde were my head and ıve been decapıtated and wander around ın the mınd of my headless meat by outsıde ı mean lıterally the external world the world of trees and bears and sky and tabanıdae not the cıty that brıght paınful ıllusıon but the real world and the only real world the sole way to survıve ın thıs reconstıtuted exıstence ıs to routınely dıssettle what remaıns of the body and so sımulate the dead outsıde ın the new mınd ıtself beyond dyıng and lıvıng

lyıng on the tell of words

dıggıng ın socıetys garbage

trapped ın daylıght

ım ok ra youre ok ra