almost anything was possible except of course the actual

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almost anything was possible

except of course the actual

 almost anything was possibal

except of course the actule

 almond many things were posse bulls

accept off course the acts (oh well)

 all monde money pings wore aussie bull

axe it quaff coarse free sax orwell

 awl monday monkey brings sore bossy pills

knack knicks doff horse see sex nor bell 

will one day gong for thee

            her relocation to paris was excruciating giving her a frightful memory of arriving in that grey inhumane sad city   she did not get along with her fellow students at the sorbonne – classes there were stupid antiquated abstract scandalously unsuited for lofty needs

aging   a mildly funny running longstanding joke that we humans – perhaps our chief distinction and most underused asset – have the capacity to advance subvert (this subversion of a subversion)  our (primary) task to tweak this gag that in the accumulations of time seems to permit fewer manoeuvrings requiring greater prosthetics to simulate expansions which (in their functional unrealities) engender our requirement – these imaginary adjustments in wits delirious machineries

a life – if allowed to flourish – is always unforgivable

 … taken by and large and with little change through the rhetorics of progress humanity hates humans of culture until they are dead

signs of the titanic sinking   inadequate materials preparation classism sexism greed disorganization …

                  extending with little effort to the boaty human artifice we presently bob in on unfathomable voids … unprepared disorganized fragmented -isms of every description greedy beyond all capacities clinging to any semblance of intelligence or wisdom blindly thrusting forward into alleys of icebergs we do not see so full we are of our own petty grandeur …

the centidog – surely the koreans or chinese (it must be them) should invent the ~100-legged dog if they haven’t already   close to the ground longfur nodiscernibleface (covered by hair) legs barely visible scurrying everywhere going nowhere a hybrid perfection of pethorror

1. there are the poor students of maps

1.    those who study in some manner of degree and definition better than poorly (or the poorly as so presented as poor in that above 1) so as to master those who study less   poor poor students

1.      and those others   given the task of garbage   about whom we should not speak

seeming a competent assemblyline worker in an iso approved facility in knowledges sad smiling industry

 let us enter together ,love, that glottalia of dreams

after marmaladé

after verlame

after more eau

after de che vanities

after our own wurst

after all subtle colour and nervous rhythm

after the faint mixed tints

what more is possible?

after us the savage god

and
which
tasks
remain
in
these
regulated
barbarisms
we
call
civilization?

·    trace in words tracings of gods evolutions

·       trekdetour around capitalisms freeways

·       record in language geometries of sensation

·       establish an informal school of interior archivists devoted to records and artefacts of invisible factories whose business is an aestheticization of movement

·       run and hide and run from societys savage packs until trapped

·       attempt to become a passable thespian on stages of myself

·       break into a crypt of god in our citys heart to perform obscure autopsies

·       codify curricula for nonexistent disciplines and faculties

·       actively belong to no group

·       translate darkness to darkness using keyboards of light

·       unite vulgarity and purity
·     reduce use of definite articles punctuation use singularities

·       forage for beauty in vast and growing human dumps

·       avoid convention trade assets integrity skill plans morality art knowledge virtue …

·       as mobility becomes stable demobilize   as stability becomes routinized desettle

·       master addiction to everything

·       nurture unalterable circumferences

·       feed human zoo

·       further guilds of anonymitys arts

·       invent landscapes (outer spaces ghettos inner spaces infinite funhouses mycelial networks ruins and phantasmagorical collapses babelian skies …) of glottalia

·       document uncommunicatings of communication

·       anonymize namings   deculture cultures of namings

copula cupola

here is a day

a day is a poem

a poem is a dream

a dream is a day

here are you

you are notyou

notyou is an i

an i is a question

here is death

death is a doubt

a doubt is a bird

a bird is a vision

there is a song

resembling a doubt

hiding in me

and i in a day

eimei nijūhasshūku

free me from science

not that i can believe stupid things

but so poetry can find a ground in me

free me from facts

not that i can misrepresent abuse

but so those fictions that guide life can be seen

free me from humans

not that i can live wholly apart

but so i can hear the stories of trees and clouds

free me from technology

not that i can ignore currency

but so i can remember nakedness

free me from time

not that i can escape death

but so i can feel creation

syncategorematic : an opsecro hercle habent quas gallinae manus

we’re all in the cosmic kitchen together cooking energy pancakes

when teleology is finally annihilated – this most difficult death – will ends finally have ended?

the spirit energies i can take. it’s the human energies

                  but human energies are just spirit energies particularly configured

but it’s the dominance of these particularities that offend me – their preponderance over the multiplicities of voices

                  but

but

                  but

but

                  … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

eso esoteros esotatos

esoteric esotatic

esotericism esotaticism

within – more within – most within

they’re the kind of people i’d like to be if i were those kind of people

s(t)imulate me

woe to humans for you shall be replaced by machines and shall lose your humanity

woe to consumers for youve sucked the earth almost dry

woe to advertisers for youve made an art of deception and manipulation and are cursed to wander as cynics in a herd of dupes

woe to movers and shakers for youve moved to outer space making aliens of yourselves and have shaken the peasants from their slumber endangering your material foundations to which they tend

woe to environmentalists for you love wild animals that wouldnt hesitate to eat you for breakfast

woe to americans for your time has nearly come to join the legions of peasants in other lands whom youve squeezed and exploited since the end of the second world war

and woe to antiamericans for your sanctimonious rage betrays the ugly american within you

woe to liberals for theres no longer faith in your wornout myths and youve become scholastics idling until the next renaissance

woe to conservatives for your talk of oldfashioned utopia is a smokescreen for a return to the primitive state wherein the dominators succumb to the temptations of godhood are swiftly corrupted by their power and drag their slaves down with them

woe to you professional philosophers for your title is an oxymoron  a lover of knowledge must cower in angst rather than adjust to the horrors of nature to make of philosophy an academic field of study for charlatans pseudoscientists and bored young transients in colleges that have turned into mere businesses

woe to the gods for theyve failed to grace us with their existence

woe to monotheists for you have poor taste in fiction

woe to optimists for you dishonour the multitudes that have fallen

woe to pessimists for you waste your life in grief

woe to hollywood for your creativity is as bankrupt as that of the chinese market you seek to plunder with remakes and superheroic trivialities which market is a giant ravenous copying machine

woe to the computer for digitization drains the value from that which is encoded and the internet and the smartphone erase the humanity from their addicted users

woe to pornography for it proves that sex is a ridiculous spectacle

woe to sex for its pleasures must be kept secret to preserve the sophisticates illusion of superiority

woe to the large for it is comprised of myriad small things and is at their mercy

woe to the small for it is confined within the behemoth and is blind to the latters grandeur

woe unto the earth for once it has killed off the wise apes there shall be none to cry foul at its monstrosity

and woe to dabblers in prophecy who pilfer the language of the fictional jesus which has become a cliché