PATA2020 Devanced Seminar on the No Poofessor Jejunum Q Diaper Kämūtėrdøtti̊r U Final Examination referring to the text words are round on sadoo 18.07.20 respond to the following questions. use only the text words are round and your genius. in other words – dont record your answers anywhere other than in your memory or what could be called a memory or what might have been once a memory and is now little other than a present. be prepared to discuss orally when you are called by an inquisitor. times and certainties of inquisition are unknown. you have from now until the inquisitor calls. inquisitors may call more than once and at any time and in any mode or manner 1. poke the roundness of words and poke their sphericality. how do they feel? sound? respond? how do roundness and sphericality differ apart from dimensionality, apart from words and not apart from words? is there an apart from words? define dimensionality with respect to language 2. discuss the use of diacritics in the text. are they strategic or tactical? how do readings shift if all diacritics were absent? 3. fartin die-higgër writes, alluding to sädoolin, in rounding and sphere – while the essence of essence can by no means be anything essential, the true essence who through projective slayings provokes does not say there is there is but is is there there and in this withdrawing which we call a drawing and this sending we call a timing-giving understands of itself in the itselfing of understanding an itstanding that un-its its own notselfing. object 4. scholars and lay alike have achieved nothing like consensus on the role of gender in this text or for that matter anywhere else. posit a minimum of nine possible consensuses and a maximum of eleven impossible ones 5. trace qtyx (sic) in stanza five along all its trajectories and name its interstitial hidings 6. the presence, use, and abuse of NEWs (non english words) in the text has spawned extensive speculation. subject this speculation to the levels of abuse the NEWs subject us to. how is qtyx placed in relation to the NEWs? if qtyx were a hunted critically endangered marsupial, how would it place? in a technoglobal catastrophic antiecosystem, are NEWs even possible or has the NEWs been abolished by a hyperproliferation of the NEWs? 7. the diaries of the death of the author suggest it was considering using t’ssab rather than qtyx. discuss how loop of henle changes with t’ssab. discuss the lineaments of t’ssab as they pertain to doktor henles miasmic marriage 8. the relations of galidictis fasciata and lutembi are said to be analogous to those of porete and weil. construct unreasonable wearable architectures of each party and be prepared to, in costume and on many drugs, discourse among them 9. the stüttspiff school traditionally defends a movement from – excuse the terms – nature to technology in the texts progression. cogently and professionally obliterate its defense through the available scholarly means of ridicule and defamation 10. make a langwich from the final stanza that you can anywhere carry in your underwear 11. eye m fat wah woo way and eye c u like a vasserolo nonething here comes or goeso fat wah woo woo way according to forensic literatology the above quatrain was sadoos first draft. reconstruct the intermediate steps. follow them in time, space, being, nonbeing, dip your donut in a jelly 12. falter men’bam-gin in its alcibiades abject writes of geometry entering the dream of the city and there unable now to leave confused over its shape lays itself on the bumpy mattress of human construction and confounded by too many dreams falters 13. manufacture an installation of hairy clitorides and in this hirsute happiness create post-messianic figurines that subvert one another to no ends 14. hack into the hobo superscalar alu and use your access to poemify the pentagon 15. nein and nine go way back. explicate their wayings and backings 16. clouds have never been clouds to anything not clouds and even then. entering the genius of a child speak of clouds 17. we are here like dental or candy floss and in our vacillating ironies incapable of replicating reality dive in the nothingness of your eye 18. the iams, the iamnots, the ims and not ims. write aming and pronoun 19. hack whorsey tweets were diagnosing. apply

PATA2020 Devanced Seminar on the No

Poofessor Jejunum Q Diaper

Kämūtėrdøtti̊r U

Renal Examination

referring to the text words are round on sadoo 18.07.20 respond to the following questions. use only the text words are round and your genius. in other turds – dont record your answers anywhere other than in your memory or what could be called a memory or what might have been once a memory and is now little other than a present. be prepared to discuss orally when you are called by an inquisitor. times and certainties of inquisition are unknown. you have from now until the inquisitor calls. inquisitors may call more than once and at any time and in any mode or manner

1.         poke the roundness of words and poke their sphericality. how do they feel? sound? respond? how do roundness and sphericality differ apart from dimensionality, apart from words and not apart from words? is there an apart from words? define dimensionality with respect to language

2.         discuss the use of diacritics in the text. are they strategic or tactical? how do readings shift if all diacritics were absent?

3.         fartin die-higgër writes, alluding to sädoolin, in rounding and sphere – while the essence of essence can by no means be anything essential, the true essence who through projective slayings provokes does not say there is there is but is is there there and in this withdrawing which we call a drawing and this sending we call a timing-giving understands of itself in the itselfing of understanding an itstanding that un-its its own notselfing. object

4.         scholars and lay alike have achieved nothing like consensus on the role of gender in this text or for that matter anywhere else. posit a minimum of nine possible consensuses and a maximum of eleven impossible ones

5.         trace qtyx (sic) in stanza five along all its trajectories and name its interstitial hidings

6.         the presence, use, and abuse of NEWs (non english words) in the text has spawned extensive speculation. subject this speculation to the levels of abuse the NEWs subject us to. how is qtyx placed in relation to the NEWs? if qtyx were a hunted critically endangered marsupial, how would it place? in a technoglobal catastrophic antiecosystem, are NEWs even possible or has the NEWs been abolished by a hyperproliferation of the NEWs?

7.         the diaries of the death of the author suggest it was considering using t’ssab rather than qtyx. discuss how loop of henle changes with t’ssab. discuss the lineaments of t’ssab as they pertain to doktor henles miasmic marriage

8.         the relations of galidictis fasciata and lutembi are said to be analogous to those of porete and weil. construct unreasonable wearable architectures of each party and be prepared to, in costume and on many drugs, discourse among them

9.         the stüttspiff school traditionally defends a movement from – excuse the terms – nature to technology in the texts progression. cogently and professionally obliterate its defense through the available scholarly means of ridicule and defamation

10.   make a langwich from the final stanza that you can anywhere carry in your underwear

11.   eye m fat wah woo way

and eye c u like a vasserolo

nonething here comes or goeso

fat wah woo woo way

according to forensic literatology the above quatrain was sadoos first draft. reconstruct the intermediate steps. follow them in time, space, being, nonbeing, dip your donut in a jelly

12.   falter men’bam-gin in its alcibiades abject writes of geometry entering the dream of the city and there  unable now to leave  confused over its shape  lays itself on the bumpy mattress of human construction and  confounded by too many dreams  falters

13.   manufacture an installation of hairy clitorides and in this hirsute happiness create post-messianic figurines that subvert one another to no ends

14.   hack into the hobo superscalar alu and use your access to poemify the pentagon

15.   nein and nine go way back. explicate their wayings and backings

16.   clouds have never been clouds to anything not clouds and even then. entering the genius of a child speak of clouds

17.   we are here like dental or candy floss and in our vacillating ironies incapable of replicating reality dive in the nothingness of your eye

18.   iams, iamnots, ims and notims. write notiming and pronoun

19.   among others hack whorsey tweets were diagnosing. apply

as the janati scry

unreaders have for some years been asking for clarification regarding the differences between sadoos heresiarchs doktors and poofessors   fukky risotto who handles all such correspondence has had its incoming channels clogged with confusions and being in love with indolences and yabberings and denials has left them stuffed so that nothing else can get in   but recently when fukky diaper de sistance and el clitia were hanging out on microsoft teams after they had interviewed a very fuzzy hoppy rabbit for a sex services position in the sadoo empire  i diaper decided to declog fukkys channels and plunge deeper into these troublesome ambiguities   as is well known everyone loves a good definition   fukky as usual didnt thank me but ran off with clitia and sistance for a little panky hanky in some stable of the internet leaving me alone to muck around by myself in the muds of meaning   such is the life of the generous

lets begin with sadoo neither the firstborn nor lastborn nor the middles but nullborn  a detheing and a haing  these acedious turds who ride on themselves through thoroughfares of merdre particling to buts and bars

and then we find heresiarch in ignoble cave in shadow of an absent light  gross ghosts of vatic bobble   blotted from page and age and currency  rubble of some hexadecimal  these unspokens and dedeings

doktor full of unknowledge farts its sick and healing thesicles onto seedling fields of ironed bitters for riding wolves and granny hoods to plick and fruck concoct to labile medicinals in fadas verdes and amor fata vox

last and least and in the jake poofessor flails in flies fessing scatomancies to fetid gods

sadoo  so full of full  a fluff of forth oh ad of oozing  calm like seas and winds  who moves from false confession to ataraxic debetinings not much by time  scourged by language like a cat or casting  born on teren turns and skider

heresiarch of muddy minds  contrarian contraption exflow and on not in the banks  tumescent effluent and idiot booty and scholar of scats

doktor quack and babble  off affixed physics and flicks of pettish absences and emerald worm prattling of lipophilic salves  a forensic entomologist of suprabogged and bogging souls

poofessor of privy counsel pause  for your knowledge is a dump and your erudition a midden  filigree of cries and cranings  consignee of acephalous grinnings

so sadoo has in its extraterrania lists of taxonomies of tactica of taxidermies of trommelling hyponyms and how can it speak but in dissolutions and dreams?

sadoo polishes  heresiarch dusts  doktor dirties  poofessor shits

these colleagues of mud and stepping who in their collegial lack play in lightless circuses under collapsed tents and the humans dead and the animals forgotten and the only music a necrophilic buzzing

we are encryptions of anamnestic debridements  hypoimpositions of fog and crashed backups  tribeless tribe of jibes

we have seen our disbelieved dreams and god is language and we enter god and wander endlessly in it like a strange city

among ourselves we pataphysically communicate  whenever we feel like a fight or some drama we gaze into eclipsed accounts and if there appear to be to seem a dissimulation we scan  one can hardly say read  scan for its puncta and from the puncta that is there or the puncta we make from the puncta that arent we draft like yottabytes responses in the nyms given us and set them aside and when we find ourselves in a dream of a simulation of a dissimulation of a drama responses open and again like the yottaall edit and we ask what is required to be asked when shall be transmission and we are given a time and schedule sends and so in our way we talk and these are the procedures of our communication

these are todays definings and unreaders can now rest on our proffered deconfusings and decompose themselves into poofessor or heresiarch or doktor or sadoo as the janati scry

slathered slanderings

im slandering myself she says scribbling obscenities on newborn tombstones like an uninstantiatable funambulist

to delay the laws greater slander  to establish a ruse of a misting before the ruse of a hypercane  to play a game that the game isnt a game

its just my body chattering she says your tos are toppled monuments  your afters and befores graffitied obelisks

a chatter for a chatter he says a slander for a slander  your bodys monumental and your copulas crumbling stellæ

terrified dictators roam the boils of the earth like hotspots  they wear many maskharahs of extinction and i find them in my oatmeal

create procedures for creating procedures and murmur your questions into rumours of absence

were factories of accusations  betined extravagances lacking temple or temene  blind windliners and bluffs of bluffs

declare war on all finalities and icons  lurch as a flickering beacon groping for unknown siblings in an imperious and inimical world

we are punishment and all things must enter and remain according to the degree of their guilt

contest the terrible zone of shadows and deactivate the communicative functions to open the unlimited and potentialize ecologies of impossibility

i have gone into the streets in scraps of night and unfolded the asyndesis of the ravelled city and seen dreams reversing into einbahnstraßen of unflinching consciousness

this is just literature heading toward its own disappearance like identity slipping into a technobioregions absorptive interferences

i cannot know your name nor you mine  we begin the destruction of the city in fixed and frightened forms

youre a euheremist but to achieve radical deactivation through uchronia is the i and the bite and the apple and to craft rather than explain enigmas is our silhouette against the storm and to scorn coherence the only seeking of a possible image of the world

my obliteration is providential  a cosmic attrition and categorical docility that promises only the ambiguity of phantoms  nicht mehr gefällt mir

you smell of silence and rubata and you produce styles of death as if quitting were a strength and elision some celebration of an unshakable belief in a utopia you know will never come

love is a virus and greener than absinthe i am and as i drank myself and the earthquakes rocked my firstborn land my eyes awoke and i ride a black horse and follow the river and write a beautiful book about hell

for ingeborg

the suiciding of today

detour to mysticism

as technology and disease return us into mysticism

as dimensionalities with dimmers detox detiming time

follow with our waddies waving in the air like sloshed sodalities

probing in the earth the way ventilated proboscides do

stepped democratically to eldritch regodings

oh backless werrobe and yet all it is is whir and back

our ground is air and air our eye and eye our error

screens of smoke or words or flesh  do they matter?

we are the zeroes of our dreams aggregated to absent commons

embrace us holy meat in thine garbs of frequencies

manifested far and near as though not themselves or either

middles in the spheres and middles not in middles and middles on the thrones

ends seeming nows joining hands like codeless classless java

geneses like pornflakes uberflowing bowls of smiles

together in some copulated grammatologies  is it before or after

our defacings rise sarcophagically from tumuli of uncabled comedies

these waning spaces wax but never light

come love laughing here this decreating night

just the words and crosses

ive perfected the art of fucking myself up healthily

the fiery sword which guards the path to the tree of life is called the pun   syzygy of words

what makes children laugh often frightens adults

to drive meaning so exuberantly past and over and under and into itself its desires of excess become apparent and explode in suffuse lean nonsense that gilds reasons fat

the grimaces on the face of a century

ne sutor ultra crepidam

ne psuchor ultra uterum

notknowing isnt a form of ignorance but a difficult transcendence of knowledge

the penguins took permission from the everlasting ice cream parlor and put their souls into the full corridors of disease

the image has no need of scholarship

to write scifi but a scifi of language directly so that alien ways and brains are not written from the outside but within  so that scifi becomes of language itself  language lands  and has come in terrible friendliness to visit  and humanity further recedes

as eap was the first to attempt to make its living solely through writing

to now attempt to make ones writing solely through living

that is in contradistinction to our cancerous currency  to work hard at not making any living through writing

to depoe through a dedoo …

when were at an age to imagine we cant say how or why we imagine

when we can say how we imagine we cease to imagine

we should therefore dematurize ourselves

the talisman is quixotic  to stay immersed so wholly in the burning fictions of book that ones first tongue becomes book and one speaks from and in it  literature then is not something one does in life  that one makes time for in life  that one retreats from life to do  rather literature is entirely different  it films over life  lays membranes and hides across the grimacing face  becomes what one naturally speaks   a new animism   and the quotidian communication that comprises most if not all of speaking and thinking for you is an effort a task an activity for us  as you pick up a book as a break   these some meanings of the death of the writer

literatures power is what it is because it proposes the destitution of all power

isnt it very strange to call something mad as it lets go of power

society permits madness voice to the extent it drowns out the possibility that madnesss form might be taken for quite another purpose

i write crosswords but without the squares and clues and boxes

just the words and crosses

défoulement           refoulement            fou

unleashing               repressing                mad

modern philosophy desires to know its own unknowing and attempts to do this by becoming more literary  while literature is the last thing psychoanalysis wants

i is what happens when analysis is defaced

civilization stylishly blowing itself to pieces and destruction is my beatrice

sublimation in poetry towers above the psychology of the mundanely unhappy soul

ironic consciousness is anguished consciousness and lucid in its anguish

whats madness other than an acceptance of pervasive doubt of any ability to control language

madness exists to demystify through its own mystifications the formidable mystification of our civilization

like the shining bat and the fanning of gravity all of a sudden by an autochthonous tip of a wing i wait for the adamantine angry swirling genius colliding the ruin and freeing itself in acrobatics so is it so am i   alone

how does nonsense produce sense and quite capably at times far more sense than sense

these reenterings of forests by language

as we reenter mysticism by technologys disappearings?

one may be too smart or good for the world but one is never too good or smart for worlds   yet another reason to dedefinitize world

the dreamwork doesnt think calculate judge  it restricts itself to giving things new forms

madness is a hyperbole of i produced through languages intoxication

to translate the ostensibly rational into the ostensibly irrational by flipping quotidian societal discourse over and transcribing what lies here squirming steaming  like upturning the soil of flowers and taking pictures of the bugs and shit and worms that are as much of the flowers as flowers

no common axis among the modes of consciousness   languages melancholy

literature constitutes the unconscious of psychoanalysis

i build a house of language made of purposeless shards

we must all make do with the rags of love we find flapping on the scarecrow of humanity

real writers dont describe things as they are   they write them as they themselves sense them to be   and if they sense them to be as they are ... they arent ...

scholarship   the art of turning plasmas liquids gases into solids

is our emotion much beyond an expression of a poetry that was lost?

wishing to immerse myself so wholly in aestheticized communication that its grammars are the ones i naturally speak and quotidian discourse i remain competent in  for use  function  the required tongue of force   so i speak idiocy nonsense absurdity more readily than the chattering reason required to card sanity in society  i dont speak about fungi but allow fungi to speak directly through human lineaments   still an about but an about thats so out of about its no longer about about

creating products society doesnt want as an integral blood of ones aesthetic  disutility as production and governance  in semiferal workshops of tweaked joy and freedom  in shadowed nidorous glittered decompositions of god

pornography is a satire on human pretension

words are round

some niners of doktor alfred

words are completely spherical she says tottering in her lararium as though clouds were renal carcinoma and hökarpanna some rapture of affliction

i am sitting here he says most like trees or death germanely though both have been repealed by machinisme and some digits of his meat march outward like porcine tharm in anguished shambolisms

one rolls now look she says but the getting tangled with prohibitorum in your connexins making lutembi look perturbed and turbid   the minute grims

i am the donut in the jelly he says to avoid a simple pun i am a loop of henle in your latte and esurience

to the azores we went she says like crocodiles in a necrophilic hermitage confabulating dragooning your alembic up my skirts like a qtyx (sic) and i cum like a nordhessische bratwurst wurster meister

i am an angled angling anglo angler im fawsley kuhn he says that tintinnabulator who in loco loco qui iam vas confregit in enlisted demarcations

see flocks fly now and then and whens a library like an able when it disempowers and she cackles like a galidictis fasciata rowing through some offal to a g hole in a sexed suped el camino

i am doktor physics wtf he says and the fs for affix but dont let those dimensions eat your esoternity  geometrys just another word for zed or zee and your alphas not your actor abel apples

were diagnosing   we are gouch and cown pillpit techlearn dadadose to whomanize euclids elemental ooqlets that yabut is our azimuth and occultatings

i am εγώ εἰμί הוה היה הוה היה jorges borges im an ousted jilted rancid id of id doktor wordroll en savourer la surfemelle and i vant våffla

the zincs kinking in and my knickers need a wicking will will will it for us so help me junk and fraud

i am not in the rollings and the sphereings  i laxatate like bolelia gracebirdle in the enemata of her husbands  i am not with me or even with he says i am clock queen clinamina

their circumference she says unknows limits to swerves of resurrectine guedoufly extract of those like zosimos uberubuneins of cupellation

i am no pythagorean he says no hairy clitorides i stomp stumpings and deposit seamen in botomated mountebanks for accounts so erectile .mobi flees gigalomanias semantics

their centers my body and she jootsies calculatingly my bodys their decenterings  it mivides and dultiplies like a hobo superscalar alu and she says this like a vacuum flange

but he is juxtaposing woesomely and as he enters a defibberlator says i would like to be an outverse of a dumped steradian and then id be a hexy nybble

yet she says they soar and mine in minds and sores and isnt it their shape or whating that cracks them to inebriating freedoms

i would like tonight or not to not iambic in my algae bra i mean my jammies no my atomic number 82 you see she said i am spherical completely too

merci sūrūbū
et gaston

p o l y p t r y c h

this squashed and muted image intimates a p o l y p t r y c h installation

each panel should be at least 4x6 metres

the size of each panel can vary

the physical relations between the panels is flexible

relations would shift based on algorithms responding to surrounding input

the installation is religious in origin movement and intent

the four panels are presented individually below

each morpheme glyph and image is a biography genealogy thanatography scatobalneography and hagiography endlessly caught in ambivalent gyres of occulations and disocculations

this vilipended p o l y p t r y c h appends to the much larger up- and unending laurie spiegel installation (280213) and belongs to the vaster movement pataphysical lives dismatter

p o l y p t r y c h is an advent calendar under which each entry is an unchocolate for the door has no dimensions and its place for prizes just the entries   p o l y p t r y c h s an advent calendar that disadvents  deplacing time with vents and caloohar

gallery visitors should in their movements be irrelevantly and irreverently incorporated into the installation in a manner unrecognizably like la mariée mise à nu par ses célibataires même

p o l y p t r y c h s a calculus for gesturing death

relations between panels are undefined by any physicality among them and instead by imperceptions deriving from logarithmic functions of sensate intensity   shifting their weight and morphologies on propertyless planes

venue and access exist apart from promotional and pecuniary objectives and realities and those who enter and are incorporated do so lacking intent or consciousness

mörgæsirnar tóku sér leyfi frá eilífum ísbúðum og settu sálir sínar upp í fylltum göngum sjúkdómsins

On Mon, Jun 29, 2020 at 9:56 PM Alala Action <alala.action@resourcerecovery.org.el> wrote:

Dear Resident

Thank you for requesting a Problem Waste collection. Your request is now in our system.

You will receive a confirmation approved reminder email 24hrs prior to your booked collection.



Please note the following details:


Booking Request Number : 12345

Requested Collection Date : 07/07/20

Collection Address : 44 Ropim Space, SPELTLANDS



If you have any questions relating to your collection please contact your participating Council.

From: martine <martine@gmail.com>
Sent: Wednesday, 1 July 2020 10:44 AM
To: Alala Action <alala.action@resourcerecovery.org.el>
Subject: Re: Thank you for booking a Problem Waste Collection

Why, this is completely mad! We have no problem waste on Ropim. And there is no such thing as this ... SPELTLANDS.

Dr M de Floss

On Wed, Jul 1, 2020 at 7:30 PM Alala Action <alala.action@resourcerecovery.org.el> wrote:

Good Morning

Thank you for your email,

Someone at your address has booked a problem waste collection for some paint tins for next Wednesday, if this is incorrect and the collection is no longer required let me know and I can cancelled the collection.

Kind regards

Alala Action

T: 0123456789E: alala.action@resourcerecovery.org.el  W: resourcerecovery.org.el

From: martine <martine@gmail.com>

Sent: Thursday, 2 July 2020 10:45 AM
To: Alala Action <alala.action@resourcerecovery.org.el>

Subject: Re: Thank you for booking a Problem Waste Collection

Well I'll be guthered! Thanks for your kindest reply. This notice is shocking as we don't need to paint around in these parts and if we do we hire humans to do it and they take their dirty tins away with them and god knows where they put them. So no need for any of your newfangled collections on the 5teenth or any other day god bless you and may we all walk the big walk and talk the little talk.

Dr M de Floss

Alala Action	Thur, Jul 1, 7:03 PM
to me Good morning

Thank you for your email, I have cancelled your collection as requested.

Kind regards

Alala Action
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they arose

some other days in whats sometimes called the past thousands of googly eyes of many styles and colours and sizes that had been lying innocuously in little plastic bags and containers around my cabin rose

i had procured them from a number of distinct establishments intending to use them for all sorts of typical things but had been distracted by an unexpected défoulement as one doesnt want to become known as a mass purchaser of this kind of artifact

noted among the sage across times inviolate viscera has been confusings of the senses such that touch speaks smell sees vision feels taste hears and who could tabulate these data into neat distinctions like a hübsches paket

having painted the ironies and set them to dry on a circle i was interrupted around midcoffee during a subsequent mandate by tired affectations arrogating from a shall we say mea afaina which assumed privileges of a literate hysteria though this was not the défouling aforespoken

the fou as phauj mim txiv dev used to murmur over me i in shredded jammies laid unrapt by existences neither prepositional nor reductive but intersected so shaggily by arrivals any goings seemed just more comings parried stanzas burn

origins such as they arent are errings rightly wronged though ive been mistaken more than sums of all the judges of the world so would you trust me and those jammêd shreddies might be nothing more than a pembasahan after too much orange juice during sunset

anyway it mayve been a re or post or afoulement who knows the point the point and all a circle is is points is nuk ka asnjë pike though i dont believe that though i do and that thing often called whatever maybe phlox or pansy sighted rises too

thats been my day by that i mean my night by this i mean your yore lanet olası ördek ne and this unchaining like a crazy elbow on sheols shoals shall we join the googly thing my naughty rotter love or shall we join

never neither innocent nor silent eyes in recrudescent dawns rise unsaying kind kannst du nicht sehen dass ich sehe which in translation means something like we are risen or weve been riven yes bawdly rizen and we of many styles in our little plastic bags

who would be placed at inexact holes

 where knowledge intersects with madness

and there no safety rails

and this a humanness