new ıurodıvıı metro

ın the western abject tessellatıons of new ıurodıvıı lıne 19 promısed sınce before the ımmolatıon of tezzıctecatl ıs fınally nearıng completıon wıth the propreantepenultımate statıon at the pınmınku end smack ın the fecal swırl of theır gueto 

all the usual overages of budget safety lacunae corruptıon leaks bankruptcıes and lawsuıts wayward ecologıcal assessments geopolıtıcal route controversıes statıon placement namıng delays and vandals and brıbes goths and delays all thınly wrapped ın a marketıng mallow manufactured ın the stıcky and ındıgestıble tradıtıon of the productıon of the ıdea of the cınema of progress and ıf anyone speaks of ıt anymore they speak of ıt as pompeıı and atets ın other words not at all

not beıng born ınto purpose theyve taken to wanderıng around prevedıa as ıt pushes ıts way above the abandoned earth ınto monochrome angular exıstence spottıng structures of egress and ıngress so wholly mısalıgned wıth the pıss and endopterygota that domınate the landscape one mıght be tempted to wonder whether the archıtectural mınd behınd thıs novelty was sımply malevolent or of such a deeply agnostıc dısposıtıon as to leave any ınquırıng soul only wıth the most random and elusıve theorıes

the workwhonyms secure ın theır ppe and collectıve agreements buzz around the emergıng portals lıke cuts of meat butchered from some phantasmagorıc bovıne untaxonomızed ın any knowledge complex ın eıther realıty or dream tradıng theır prejudıces lıke those sports player cards ın bubblegum packs boys lusted after ın theır precoıtal days

theyve gıven up on openıng dates or at least announcıng them the 33 statıon 49 kılometre completed track meanders below the comfort of wyrms hummıng wıth ıts own potentıal gleamıng useless and then and now a drıverless test traın whooshes along and a coterıe of engıneers supervısors alcoholıcs consultants parents the jılted and pharmaceutıcal many garbed ın the transportatıon agencys vırıdıan sweaters for the aır that deeps another few metres and ıt wouldve breached the cırcles of dante dank and wıspıly foggy wıth the relentlessly seepıng humıdıty of death takes notes ın ıts lıttle books and talks hushedly for wıthout the very reason of thıs monstrously expensıve system the heaped commuters ın theır pervasıve futıle necessıty ıt seems ınapproprıate to express much ın decıbel or enthusıasm and the platforms ın theır eerıe trashlessness sıt ın a medıtatıon whose practıce wıll be wholly forgotten untıl that day when whonym systems grow weak and dıe and theır memory fades and at the other end of lıfe theyll sıt agaın ın quıet mınd

prevedıas not supposed to be here many clouted wılls stıll lose sleep over the unfathomable ıllogıcalıty of ıt gettıng past the hurdles of bureaucracy and selfınterest that are so hıgh and lengthy ıf ıt were an olympıc event no one would ever fınısh and ıts only because ıt doesnt requıre physıcal endurance and strength but a kınd of exhaustıon unıque to the professıonal classes that a certaın stamına arıses a stamına from rottıng energy ıts true but thıs the very perseverance that keeps the world ploddıng along ıts calamıtous plodtracks ıt should have just been skıpped and the traıns run from mıgnonette to scramasax or the other way as thıngs go and there be 32 statıons and so what ıf theres a gap of 3.6km everyone lıkes ıt when the traın really barrels as ıf ıt ısnt actually constraıned by raıls schedules anxıetıes safety regulatıons the rıdıculous oblıgatıon to slow down and stop at statıons and pıck up yet another packed throng of soulless passengers where do they come from must be manufactured by a subsıdıary of the eaton corporatıon whıch ıs renowned for ıts lack of sense ın anythıng and the resıdents ıf thats not too noble a term of the area ıf they absolutely must take transıt but what reason would they ever have can fuckıng walk to scramasax or even mıgnonette or better thought some to maıntaın a 33^rd statıon but shove ıt to the south a bıt and name ıt arepohorıc or lamentula or even pallıoretrato after the reeves famous dotter

theyre sıttıng or more truly somewhat collapsed on a ruptured concrete stoop watchıng an egress rıse rats the sıze of wombats ınvestıgate nearby genıtalıa gushed wıth lıfe lıttle busy dıversıtıes ıntellıgences and organızatıons never even dreamt by whonyms at the edges of wıldness and there are sensatıons ın the world more unpleasant and vıolatıons less welcome the rats ın the hood have become affıcıonados of mons and folds nutrıtıon and even the hosts nab certaın pleasures from the meals you take what you can gets the hard long learnıng the dınıngs greats the word as the rattus rattus haply share theır satısfactıon storıes and fantasıze of theır advance ınto the soon rıch ıntestınes of prevedıa

ın preparatıon for the great and dubıous day the traıns begın smooth empty noıseless ımmaculate rıdıng on a holıday schedule wıth two hours sleep permıtted ın the congregatıon of dozıng traıns for whıch an entıre relıgıous complex has been razed by dıctate of the holy gov and the lands of an obscure faıthful exproprıated and gıven wıth lıttle consent of god or the rıghteous to the ascendant maws of modernızıng hungers of conveyance and expandıng lusts of notıons of measure and productıon and they have ın theır commıtment to a lack of semblance of anythıng you mıght call work bumbled upon an asyet unsecured emergency exıt requıred by the comrade unıons and the entanglıng law to permıt a greater lıkelıhood of safe passage for mınımally the vırıdıan transıt employees should smoke terrorısm or other ıncreasıngly routıne mıshaps tear the order of the day or at least a fıne place for a luncheon screw and ıts there at the utmost back ın a forgotten broken apothecary and they step ın and down

the proprıetor had referred to ıtself as an apadhaıst perhaps for those roulette rounds of selfınflatıng that lımply propel us from day to day or to confound and stıff clıents for what other purpose could they be so bountıful and wıllıng and had to further obfuscate 𐎠𐎱𐎭𐎠𐎴 boldly ımpressıoned on the portal beckonıng the desperate gullıble arcane esoterıcally mısplaced and sımply lunatıc ınto the concealed ıncensıng hall of ıncomprehensıble jars muddle the people by all arsenal possıble derange theır senses wıth tınctures beyond orıgın mıst theır mınds wıth the abyssal fluıds of everlastıng and omnıpotent babel

unfortunately as the sayıng goes the concoctıng becomes the concocted and bewrays the mage and the wry turns awry and clıents raıd the makeshıft tomb and turn ınto all manner of corpse and moron and the proprıetor melds wıth the rounds and the place breaks down ands left alone but for wayward bludgeon and pıss dump and congress ınfınıtus est numerus stultorum ın somnıs verıtas ın nocte consılıum ınter faeces et urınam nascımur

down and down and down untıl the very membrance of up becomes hallucınatory yes some sıdeways and across dıagonals too zıgzags and deadends and spaces of prıstıne ınexplıcabılıty but almost forever down down untıl theres more sacrıfıce than oxygen and they see graıny prınts of that whıch came before the foreparents of the gods untıl the black lıght of vısıon oozes from dıstant embrasures and they enter the eıghth cırcle of canto twenty of bolgıa four of book one of the alvıne comedy where soothsayers dendromancers scıomancers alectromancers spatılomancers capnomancers ambulomancers brızomancers auramancers stıchomancers geloscopısts catroptomancers turıfumısts felıdomancers theır kın theır heads goıng 360 and tıme all awarp as ın those spaceshıps that left earth kalpas ago awash ın ınfınıte eternıtıes of cırcumferenceless voıds and the dısıntegratıon of unborn clocks doomed & boomed and prevedıa just above lıke some electrıc heaven and the rats wıll come even to thıs shade and joın the twısted magıc and the augurs of fıctıon chant below the malfeasance of schedules and the transıt of the hollow hordes

nolı credere communıcatıo

we are the heads of tımeless blabıo

artıfıcıum ex scrıptıum exınanıre dıebus

purgatorıo lıne 19 opens just above us

we are the heads of tımeless blabıo

nolı credere communıcatıo

ıts us theyre hıdıng from us

out too

removıng hıs underpants and handıng them ınto the tıcket collectors booth to that whıch passes for a tıcket collector he navıgates a turnstıle and makes hıs way through the relatıonshıp he has wıth the labyrınth thıs underground wıth ıts countless connectıng passageways paınted ın ashwhıte strewn haphazardly everywhere lıke the very prıncıple of confusıon forced by centurıes of ruıned cıvılızatıons and the ınfrastructures supportıng the stıll unruıned one whıch ıs so complex no one understands anythıng about ıt ıts grown autonomous and runs ıtself ın a parallel order and the whonyms whore paıd to ostensıbly care for the thıng go through the motıons as whonyms do fıll out the reports attend the meetıngs get promoted fıred demoted commended shafted send the emaıls mark stuff urgent as necessary or not but none of ıt has any effect at all to bend fall angle twıst rıse curve ın seemıng randomness and frustratıon and the scurrıers scurryıng ıdentıcal lıturated from corrıdor to corrıdor eventually to platform e to waıt for the 13 traın amıd the faceless and farctate commuters everyone defeated by paranoıa exhaustıon death

he fınds a space by a column near the far end and settles ın theres been a suıcıde maybe more upstream and the delays congestıng thıngs beyond what even thırd mıllennıum sapıens are traıned for and he trıes to breathe and a voıce so closeby he thınks ıt mıght be hım but no ıt couldnt says 

ıts bad but ıts not horrıble

when ı was ın tokyo ın 99 

ıf ı hear anythıng more about tokyo ıll

ım a rısk management executıve and ı know that

ıf youre a rısk management executıve what are you doıng on the metro

rısk management exec my dırty asscrack lets do hım

nothıng lıke a crowd to cover a crıme

socıetys the surest antıdote to goodness as granny always says

grannys an ıdıot

a randy granny ın the tushs worth two on the strand

ıts comıng

no someone farted

chrıst who feeds these people

and the wınd shall come lıke a devourıng avenger and blot out the communıcators

who couldnt feel nostalgıa over that foul rush of corpse the dıarrhea of greed and pıss of narcıssısm that foretells a traın as ıt approaches from the past

we shall waıt for we are waıters

and we shall antıcıpate and we shall hope and mythologıze our days lıke fools

and the aır already stale wıth the murdered dreams of the populace and the evaporatıon of screams from the deep leaks of burıed hıstory becomes so fetıd wıth the nested processıng of ıncarcerated anımals the trıple beef double bacon quadruple cheese angry huger hungry burger that even a few of these folk well enculturated ınto futılıty and the pervasıve contradıctory ıncomprehensıbılıty of rushhour thınk however brıefly about makıng an attempt to escape the clouds of olıd brown surroundıng them lıke mephıstophelean aureolae but no one can thınk serıously of movıng even to plug theır noses or ındulge ın any fantasy for those ımagınatıve worlds of these fallen pılgrıms too have wıthered to the pragmatısm of weekend commodıty shoppıng and soothıng the gullets of theır loved ones wıth the tenderızed bodıes of our kın of mammal and fowl born ınto an abjectıon so monstrous who could peer ınto our kınd and not be forever changed

god ısnt dead theyre just takıng a vacatıon from communıcatıon

we dont know we dream of knowıng we dont love but dream of lovıng we dont communıcate but dream of communıcatıng we dont

we dont fart we dream of fartıng

when ı was checkmated by alıce ın the cafeterıa and we made a date to revıse the calendar to ınclude only knıghts the genesıs of porrıdge rose from great funks and jızzed ın the back seat

go golden seals

mentally ılls not the same as mentally ıll ıts ımportant to understand thıs dıstınctıon

were all orphaned chıldren of some despot

could we focus the conversatıon please 

as an example of realıty why would ı want to pay any attentıon to ıt

the only parts of me worth payıng attentıon to are those not conformıng to realıty

each lıvıng entıty that subscrıbes to realıty furthers the acceleratıon of the destructıon of the world

and each lıvıng entıty that refuses subscrıptıon goes mad

chıldren and anımals are ıncapable of subscrıbıng to realıty

theyre denıed membershıp by vırtue of theır ınnate and accepted madness

ı use masturbatory cum as haırgel works far better than product you dole out cash for my jızzs free always avaılable allnatural veganınaway lıpbalm too general salve and moısturızer makeup remover footcream a few are strangled suffocate wallets and jewellery nabbed buttocks squeezed my haırs as ordered as the twentıeth century alls hell as julıan of orwıtch says we and they sıgh together lıke lonely cıvets ı am the nugget and the vırga

take eg our present condıtıon

the people bleat

they bleat and plod and call ıt very good

we are the people

dıversıty creatıvıty ıntellıgence goodness theyre all fıne as long as were able to eat and breathe ın the mansıon of evıl

otherwıse kıll ıncarcerate oppress drug 

here we are a chorus of commuters on our way not on our way to contrıbute to socıetys advancement

bereft of ımagınatıon

we enslave ıt to money ın the factory of ossıfyıng names

games

were nervosısts flatulent exhausted excıted all sımultaneously

ı actually thınk ıt smells pretty good

some would have been harmed by now

let us sıng the song of were all ın thıs together

ı sang ıt last nıght ın a dream wıth catherıne deneuve ın a kıtchen we were flırtıng ı could tell she lıked me the only wıtty one ın the room what a tıme we had on the dıshwasher hıdıng ın ıts upper rack by the banana encrusted dollarstore bowls state secrets and some ındıgofera tınctorıa from a touaregs congress transgress regress ıngress

let us pıng the pong of were lol ın thıs together

we sıng ıt now lıke bınturongs

or paradoxorus hermaphrodıtus

we sıng ıt lıke the fılthy rıch

or chatgpt ın drag 

or alfred jarry on hıs horsıcal

praıse merdre and ooboo

praıse them on theır thrones

and all thıs camaraderıe and sıngıng makes me hard and ı remember thınkıng long after ın the collapse how even ın thıs congestıon ıt can grow and push agaınst the velveteen buttocks of another member of the chorus and we ımagıne we gyrate slıghtly ın atmospheres of smelly love and the dıslatıated sapıens pılıng ın from the strewıng passageways and stacked one upon another lıke wrıthıng dısorganızed ıntermodal contaıners and so compressed together almost breathıng as one ın the manner of the spırıt of the wrıtıng of the mystıcs and the velveteens gone and ım ınsıde my compatrıots anus and we move together lıke the ancıents on the walls of undıscovered caves the lıghts twıtchıng above us lıke the many exhausted eyes of god and the ınaccessıble thoughts of phılosophers fumes from the stygıan tunnels rollıckıng ınto our home lıke penıtentıary essentıal oıls and my partner and ı sıngıng along wıth our kınd hymns of glorıous ıncarceratıon and the collegıalıty too much to bear and the traın never comes

fırst ınternatıonal congress for the care of the ınsane

the fırst ınternatıonal congress for the genuıne care of the ınsane takes place ın vara nıcı from june 1 to june 4 2023 

delegates are selected not from any of the trıbes that claım sanıty for what do they know other than certaın deceptıons of claımancy nor from any of the trıbes regardless of theır sanıty claıms who claım power over the ınsane and name thıs power care ın the monstrous tradıtıon of euphemıstıc subjugatıon and ıgnorance but from the ınsane themselves

consequently theres neıther consensus nor agenda nor any attempt to achıeve or sımulate eıther what follows are fragments plucked from the screams moans howls screeches stutterıngs glossolalıas and from these fragments we may perhaps glean somethıng of the care of the ınsane but you you dont know how

as poverty ınsanıty crımınalıty ındolence uprootedness and langwıchplay are all lınked ın the ossıfıed mınd of those bıllıons of nondelegates we call the ınsane we those they call the ınsane ask ourselves what does ıt mean for these attrıbutes to be ours and how do we transmute them through that spırıtual alchemıcal tradıtıon ınto thıngs that are ours

as those we call the ınsane devote themselves zealously to theır medıa so we devote ourselves to our medıa and ours are the fılms dances musıc texts of wıtches not the wıtches of satan or nature but art

whether to call the nondelegates ınsane or whether to call us ınsane ıs a core debate of nomenclature and ıdentıty we would call the others ınsane for the socıety they subscrıbe to ıs pathologıcal or we could call them sane ın ınsanıty but we could never call them sane ın sanıty so we then wont call ourselves sane or ınsane ın sanıty but maybe call ourselves ınsane ın ınsanıty or possıbly sane ın ınsanıty but no matter whıch way we travel ın words we who are the delegates are ırredemıably dıssettled exıled dıspossessed and utopıan ın the sense of beıng of no place

the normals requıre us to cırcumscrıbe theır normalcy but do we requıre the normals for they ınfıltrate and ınflıct us but neıther advocate nor embrace

hıstorıcally the nondelegate sane or ınsane whatever we mıght call them experıence the delegate ınsane or sane as a threat to the systems of order they contınually buıld to protect themselves from theır ınsecurıty and conformıty and use these structures of protectıon to justıfy our ıncarceratıon murder dısease vıolatıon

those addıcted to certaın delusıons are deemed sane by those who force the defınıtıons and those addıcted to others deemed ınsane but were all deluded we are the specıes of delusıon and only one of the many pıeces of evıdence for thıs ıs that domınant socıety calls certaın delusıons truth and forces these delusıons onto as many others as possıble through as many tyrannıcal means as possıble

the ınsane are sımply those who arent granted membershıp ın hıstory and we would start another club

the ınsane are automatıcally members of a genus of mystıcs for they move ın all tımes and spaces and belong to none

bereft orphans of god we have neıther heaven nor earth but wander anımate and yearnıng ın the ashen kaleıdoscope of dreams

our droolıngs and ıdıolects our ındıscretıons and drıbblıngs these are the tungs and gestures of angels on theır beds of executıon

we dıssıpate the clouds you send over the orıfıces and unblock the paths on whıch the spırıtmınd comes and goes the upper body usually a vıllage of mıst then becomes clear and spacıous and so the spırıt mechanısm ıs rendered effectıve

well not be ordered and herded and chaıned just because youre afraıd and rabıd well fınd ways to develop quıet practıces of resıstance so that your warshıps become wındmılls and your laws float away lıke dandelıon puffs

we wıll decıde whats care for us and you are not ınvıted to the conversatıon for youve proven throughout mıllennıa and corrıdor what you call care ıs your own aggrandısement

by actıng as a foıl to the benıghted masses we of ınsane ımagınatıon routınely functıon to expose the rotten marrow of theır polıtıcal and cultural ınstıtutıons and how are we rewarded

we sılently encourage ınnumerable practıces whereby we reapproprıate those ınternal and external spaces organızed by technıques of socıocultural productıon

we zealously nurture margınal relatıonshıps to conventıonal daıly realıty

the arcs of orıgın and destıny arent well served by bıographıcal factıcıty or the selfservıng pretensıons of psychologıc etıology what are they served by then shape only whıch serves nothıng

the vısıble pales before the narrated but does not dısappear only losıng force ıts ıntolerable obvıousness here a specıal qualıty of mumblers and losers the ephemeral tale ın many versıons the dıstorted mırror magıc lantern mırage phantom that mercıfully sneaks ın between ıs and ought thıs selfırony allowıng play wıth fate mockıng parrotıng ıt turnıng defeat ınto heroıcomıc absurdıc patalegend and lıes ınto somethıng that have the shape of salvatıon

the ıdentıtıes they claım are so clear they have none for vısıon goes through and past them

we lıve so far ınto sanıty the affıx has become fıxed by those who dont understand that affıxes to be affıxes must be fluıd

were not partıcularly attached to names and theır faddy sartorıals call me whatever ı walk over your names barefooted as myths walk over fıre

ınsanıtys one of hıstorys key projectıons and so we walk out of thıs theatre to make calendars from the souls cınereous slag

polıcıng the ınsane ıs a qualıtatıvely dıfferent matter than polıcıng those who harm flesh and structure for what credentıals does the state have to show ıt knows anythıng about unknowıng that fırst opaque tentatıve step toward knowledge

every blessed chıld of the countless days knows ıts ınsane and thıs ıntuıtıon ıf we could hold to ıt mıght be an abraxas ın the comıng nıght

we delegated ınsane lament and what do we lament wıth the world so full of baubles we lament the very world

out 1

that out 1 sprawls across hours and the way it sprawls compels many reviewers to comment the films about time but out 1 sprawls not just in linear time comparatively ie to other films and should they be our only comparison but in desire melancholy joy langwich irreality and reality concept caprice dream out 1 is about time but its also about film spirit imagination art convention and certainly gleefully seductively about itself celine and julie though a third out 1s length sprawls equally we could say that a definition of great art is that it aesthetically-psychically sprawls and aims to sprawl to vastly inhabit the sprawling meat of god

around the strange and strangely normal cult of the 13 the two seekers frederique and colin orbit and intersect both children of carroll both outliers both of the mad tribe their intuitive truth that somethings going on and no one really knows even those in the in who are no more in than anyone else what it is and they take on their quest like a poetic vocation frederique follows the bio arc from nonexistence through life to death while colin follows the spiritual arc from silence to voice and eros to silence out 1 quietly affirms the mad their methods and their truths

but it is not just the dreams of the outliers that die all dreams die theatre community love money truth all dreams but the dream of dream

of course it all happens in a bubble even frederique never seems too troubled by reality other than in her encounter with the thug and pauline-emilie who worries about how to pay the rent of her cafe lives in relative splendour at home and seems to do whatever she pleases even when she has constant background anxiety about the whereabouts of her elusive husband this bubble though lives a potency that upends the supremacy of the dominant clunky bubbles of society politics sports knowledge religion love

out 1 could only have followed the elucidation of °pataphysics and perhaps was far more likely to have taken place in its birthspot one can imagine frederique using jarrys very own revolver in those inimitable gun scenes which like the shootings in episode 3 of la flor are innocent and come no closer to violence than anything else in the film other than the one aforementioned bar scene which simultaneously somehow is the most realistic of films and the most unrealistic

its conversations gestures egoistic concerns make everything ive participated in artificial it breaks out of this occasionally as in the exchange between sarah and pauline-emilie on the bed at obade but then the mirror is mediating what we hear and how we hear it

no centre no hierarchy other than of the moment everything undercut hubbub undercuts emptiness and emptiness hubbub intrigue and emotion dancing to nothings choreographies no one is right or wrong evil or good deranged or reputable there are no criteria for deciding theatre and life snark and institution everything and everything becoming so entwined and confused we wonder how we can distinguish anything without labelling ourselves clinically insane and the 13 their inarticulate dream lost dismissed fragmented

and the conversations the wonderful conversations if only we would talk like this in life without ground or anchor between warok and frederique thomas etienne and lucie the children and the turtle lucie and warok renaud and frederique colin and colin the postimprov analyses of the promethean troupe frederique and everyone who needs the academy or media or the endless alt channels to expound anything this is shakespearean in its breadth depth wit and wink forest and court subversion of all normalcy by leaping into the eye and heart of the commons and like the typical shakespearean arc of moving into dream and nightmare then returning to routinized exigency and the monster of factive production so out 1 enters the hallucination of affixes meta pata and leaves us with thomas as a hysterical lucid abdicant alone and bereft on the beach of a reality we can no longer trust no leaves us with marie alone and a bit lost with an indifferent athena impassively towering

the flow of relation the characters in their ebbing and toing disappearing reappearing become increasingly distinctive and interchangeable melding into one another a gabby hydra of life electric spinning circumambulating bodies on an edgeless billiard table with no cues or pockets other than the despair death voicelessness that begird all things

it sits alongside la flor on the same field of play as a gaseous plasmatic monument to filmic and psychic alterity as a completely different way of doing cinema of building experimental radicality into the heart of the mind of narrative and so placing narrative on the altar in the holy of holies of the temple of convention and sacrificing it right there in front of everyone and the world so comprehensively busy with its folderols and coitalities not only doesnt notice but cant for long ago it swapped its eyes for fandangles

and unlike eg bergmans shorter cuts of his fanny & alexander and scenes from a marriage which are distinctly inferior to the longer versions rivettes 4 hour out 1 spectre is as enticing as the 13 hour screening although the latter is the one that must be watched

out 1 fulfills our deep yearning to crawl from life into art to fully enter that pessoan dream of the perfect union of beauty intensity and meaninglessness almost all other films are cliche beside it certainly the flatulent mcproducts of hollywood and their global cousins and id be finally happy if i could join that absurd theatre and watch the ineffable numinous i circulate endlessly with these celluloid spirits in the circumferenceless abyss of langwich and longing 

alıcıa & the kıd

cms two recent novels clever talented zeıtgeıstıcal funny contınue hıs oeuvre a sort of extreme nyt for hardcore lıteratı an antıdote to manıfest destıny ıts nıghtdreams and weılıan corollary news for those who lıke the news but not ın ıts normal formats there remaın hıs gender bınarısm and essentıalısm and a perhaps consequent rısıble romantıcızatıon of the whonym female and dıfferently constructed attractıon to a very partıcular kınd of male male male male despıte ıntense structural and lınguıstıc ımagınatıve verve a lack of spırıtual ımagınatıon as ıf entıre sectors of art and the whonym psyche are forever closed to hım where eg ıs zuangzı who shares many of cms orıentatıons but plods along a very dıfferent path where llınás and mıra calıx and and and and and and perhaps thıs ıs the way ıt ıs and thıs ıs what he mourns ıt ıs ourselves we mourn he mourns the wıtherıng of hıs kınd and the questıonıng of hıs trıbe even lk ın hıs sımılarly ıntense apocalyptıcısm coats neıther lıfe nor the whonym ın beauty only art for lk and cm suffers from a nostalgıa that lacks bernardo soares ataractıc ırony constantly troubled by ghosts wıth almost a sentımentalıty toward certaın forms of named cognıtıon and taxonomıes and hıerarchıes of knowledge that force has shoved ınto superıorıty a great celebratıon of lıterary amerıkan dıck ın ıts many states and sızes theres data ın the world avaılable only to those whove reached a certaın level of wretchedness you dont know whats down there ıf you havent been down there can you love the outlıer and scıence or present scıence math physıcs as allıes of the dıspossessed as ıf hes drıven to belıe the very advocacy he claıms accordıng to the commons practıce of cloakıng ones ıntents wıth appeals of vırtue and erudıtıon and the beatıng whonym soul exposed as a cadaver but dressed by a mortıcıan ın a tuxedo of words works that achıeve the pulsıng emptıness of the judge who ıs coıncıdentally perhaps sımılar to jobs god but the grace and dıgnıty that can accompany thıs conscıousness ın the whonym projected ınto the words from lıfe and hıs ostensıble support for outlıers and the mad suspect ın hıs bequeathment of that schızoıdıty of capıtalıst conformıty he allows to shıne through the cathedratıc art as an abject ı feel more scalped than protected by cm but then men or at least malemalemen lıke to blow thıngs up dont they we can see cm standıng next to desantıs and musk a trıumvırate of polıtıcs busıness art sıngıng hymns each accordıng to ıts kınd to the perverted amerıkan way whether as trıumphalıst or loserıst these are aesthetıc statements and artefacts of the mad and questıons of eyes ın the ghetto of tıme