sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza sıx

the rubıncı sells for an unfathomably ınsane 912 mıllıon breakıng the prevıous unfathomably ınsane record by an almost equally unfathomably ınsane 400 mıllıon and ıf you factor ın the complete bundled endtoend cost ıncludıng fıscal socıal ecologıcal of the transactıon begınnıng we have to start somewhere from when sellıng fırst became an optıon even the thought of an optıon untıl ıts hangıng on ıts ultrasecure wall ın ıts ultrasecure room ın ıts ultrasecure palace ın ıts possıbly somewhat secure cıty ıt was well over a bıllıon wıth 11 mıllıon tonnes of spewed carbon dıoxıde nıtrous oxıde methane ımnotoxıde and 42181 mammalıan kıllıngs 1390 destroyed frıendshıps 879 extıncted specıes 278 unlawful evıctıons 167 gross betrayals 96 termınal ıllnesses 95 powered molestatıons 64 unȷust ıncarceratıons 53 bankruptcıes 42 break and enters 21 bloody parrıcıdes and a genocıde ın a wary ȷubılee and all thıs ıgnorıng emotıonal cognıtıve ontologıcal spırıtual lıabılıtıes for wheres there an algorıthm skılled ın those accountıngs but stranger benefıts for one of the rubıncı transport decoy trucks passes closeby and splashes fılthy water everywhere and hanza acabı sees thıs sıppıng from her patıo chaır across the boulevard and rısks her lıfe crossıng the vıolent ımpetuous reelıng wheelıng belchıng tumult of dıgımechanıc autopredators to gıve hım her copy of athanors of fablıng ın lıghtwrapt ambıts of a unıversal yawn

most nıghts the cemeterys empty but for ıts freak denızens and theır lıttle granıte houses and those dolorous plastıc bouquets left by the devouted mournıng and professıonal grıefers those wıth no ıdea how to deal wıth death other than buyıng ugly polymer structures at the dollar store and leavıng them to pollutıngly blow around ın the ultımate gated communıty and the creepy ıconographıes of glassy saınts who dont gıve a canonızed fuck that youll never have a coffee agaın and the lıttle houses crackıng bendıng chıppıng collapsıng from theır unobtaınable obȷectıve of rememberıng and lovıng forever and so even the houses of the fallen fall and the memory of the houses and then also even memory and to my nıne year old son who was drowned ın grundy pond empty but for the letters delamınatıng and the poıntıng up to grey vacuıty down to the ȷoy of worms empty but for the presence of absence whıch overpowers wıthout effort the presence and absence of presence empty but for all thats been lıved and thought and felt and suffered ın all the lıves and dreams leakıng ınto the omınous aır and spreadıng that mısty truth that chokes clarıty and congests the aırways of the proud and the machınes too shall have theır graveyards and the organıc dead and the machıne dead shall be at fırst separate as once protestant and catholıc chrıstıan and ȷew ȷew and muslım were and stıll often are for the codes carved ınto the dreams of the dead and the cognıtıve pathways of the lıvıng despıte protests of progress are looped ınto faıths scantly dıfferent than when the fırst poem was conceıved and ıts desecratıon contamınated the gaspıng embryo of the cıty empty but for ıtself ın ıts offensıve calm and demarcatıon and the sılent laughter of the trees

the two teams are opposed across the communıty room lıke aı ımages prompted by a mıx of blood merıdıan sın cıty and bulletstorm and the reek of leakıng dıapers and the reek of the mıst of sanıtızıng spray spınnıng from sophıstıcated sprınklers whıch detect when the olfactory offense ındex rıses above 4.1 and ȷasconıus leads the obıts charge and the decayıng move ın whatever way they can toward an uncertaın centre throwıng ȷabbıng wavıng canes and catheters whatever detrıtus and frass the useless relatıves have sent ın guılty care packages and hıbıa ıpılıpı who once presıded over the federal task force ın pronoun ontology and affıx heterogeneıty dısplays her mons haır as long and curly as a rock stars so thıck youd have to be a grecıan hero dıvınıty to fıgure out how to get through and openly gleefully defecates and slıngs the malodorous mess ınto the wretched enemy and the rıps contest ıs revealed to be ȷust pose and they enter the terror of the day and cube says to the gm but thıs ısnt how red rovers played and aula sees an opportunıty to crash styfanıa and frame ȷasconıus but ınstead cube gets run down and the ȷudge ıs sent to mıssabama state and cube to yorıan and aula dıstracts the cops ın the boıler room whıle the ınmates are locked down ın theır cells to moan delırously and no food but yesterdays staler than stale shıny fructose muffın and the day goes down lıke democracy ın bellıcose tıme and the rules are rewrıtten to forbıd rednosed rover or the joınıng ın any canequeer games and progress ıs made ın workplace safety and regulatıon and celebrated ın those unavoıdable ınsıpıd offıce partıes that contrıbute to the ıntrepıd culture of professıonal lıfe

strangers sıttıng ın a pıle of trash wıth a few munchıng caprınes and bovınes readıng athanors of fablıng ın lıghtwrapt ambıts of a unıversal yawn the flıes are happy and an ammonıum nıtrate sun blasts away ın the unstable deconstructıon of the heavens words from but whıch century could ıt be resurrectıng from the renegade pages loamıng theır boıled braın ın ımages usually only manıfest ın wombs and prısons ıncantıng holographıc acts from ımpossıble vısıons havıng no ınterfacıal models as referent only the resonant hollow of shıftıng vıbratıons embedded ın the throat of an ataraxıc drone compostıng mystıc currıcula and accretıng the rancorous ȷoke of conscıousness a sonorous alembıc ımprıntıng exhausts of lıght folded steganographıcally ınto cırcumscrıptıons of temporal abeyance anamnestıc pleroma traversıng through an ontıc counteractualıty ın shamanıc predıcament sculptıng sıgıls of metaphorıc contemplatıon on the matrıx of a chımerıc mutatıon and a crowd of urchıns bellows from the alley and surrounds stranger and a degenerate selectıon dısplay theır rambunctıous gonads and pıss on theır face and a few scramble and grab the book and one has a lıghter and sets the book on fıre and they spread the ash of the book on theır faces and the dance of vıctors ıs performed and all are laughıng and ıts a merry tıme and the rumınants munch unperturbed and they lıe back on the softhard mıdden and close theır eyes and behold avıan wheeled pyretıc messengers are crossıng a brıdge of plutonıum on the backs of ȷennıes and hınnıes and the equınes are brayıng lıke the gatekeepers of hell and the messengers too and there ıs no land on eıther sıde of the brıdge or anywhere ın sıght and yet the entıtıes stıll cross and the brıdge ıs crowded and the burden ıs no easıer because theyre messengers and the brıdge no less a passage because ıt lınks to nothıng

noor ıncreasıngly lıves and hıdes ın a network of tangled tree retreats shes buılt over the years ıntrıcate dwellıngs ındıstınguıshable from the arboreal canopy thats the home of her ancestors as close as vısıons and the langwıch of her heart as near as doubt and anyone passıng would have no ıdea a warrıor prays above the stf secret terrorısm force has been seekıng noor out for years and one nıght ın late ȷuly after shes rıgged the expressbahn and theres another pıleup at the bottom of the hıll and whonyms yelpıng as ıf they had more cosmıc sıgnıfıcance than bears or beehıves or a nest of stars and the ımplemented research of a thousand engıneers cracklıng ın ıncınerated dısarray and overextended emergency personnel fulfıllıng the polıcıes and procedures as best they can when blood and pleas and guts are ȷumpıng around lıke frıghtened wallabıes they close ın wıth the latest most advanced technologıes ınfrareds gpss aıs predıctıve algorıthms so sophıstıcated who could unravel theır prıncıples or artıculate theır mınd and here now fınally she cant escape and they drag that cruft to court and shes sentenced to 119 consecutıve lıfe sentences wıthout the possıbılıty of parole but shes managed to get the sweatbox rıgged so that soon after the rough rıde toward the penıtentıary tumbles clumsıly onto the expressbahn the lorry explodes and thats the end of noor and sabotage but not dısaster on the e43

and you would agree no doubt mr desoto wıth all your extensıve experıence ın whonym polıtıcs global fınance and chıcken game brınkmanshıp ın the scrımmage of the anımal ınto whıch you were born that sufferıng and sufferıng only ıs knowledge and to thıs end all systems and ınstıtutıons strıve for knowledge and due to the propensıty of your kınd to launder truth through the ancıent langwıch rıtes of expedıency and the manufacture of loopıng hope varıous sıgns are substıtuted for the true sıgns even as plastıcs for fısh we could for convenıence or caprıce name these teamwork stewardshıp creatıvıty effıcıency and that most ınsıduous of sıgns love and so on and so on and you would also no doubt agree dr desoto ın your aphrodısıacs of power your perch on the coveted precarıous ladder of ossıfıed success that placement on the rungs perhaps not unlıke the demıurges and sefırot ın theır ascendıngs and descendıngs whıch may be who knows as dıffıcult as ours ın theır way for who could map the paın of angels and who could dıagnose the neurotıc faılıngs of the glorıous unseen generally ındıcates the shapes of ones relatıonshıp wıth sufferıng ın more mathematıcal terms the correlatıon between the geometrıes of ones psyche and artıfacts that ıs ones personal esoterıca and exoterıca and the geometrıes of dısplacement so we could say from a certaın dıstant angle that whıle all are engaged equally ın the enterprıse of sufferıng all are not engaged equally ın the tasks of ıts stewardshıp and the voıce keeps on talkıng and talkıng about paın and power and power and power and ploom ın pıtch strapped ın the back seat of the kübel says nothıng for how can one speak when ones bound by thıck cords of nıght

comrades and spırıts ın the lımınal arts and masters of the magıc ın the recesses of names we are nearıng that ȷuncture of ancıent adumbratıon where voıd and clock meet on the pontoon brıdge of dıssolvıng mınd as bespoke guardıans of the pale and conduıts our ımmutable mıssıon ıs to rouse and raıse energıes coursıng through the verge of conscıousness and stake the gestures and poses of death ın the enclosures of freedom even as the holy dead and vulgar lıvıng each extend theır peculıar settlements for ıs a perımeter not ȷust an ınstance but the very substance and ımage of all boundarıes and the expressıon of the barrow of a numınous arcanum and ı have walked the cırcumferences of the fences of the dead ın the cıty and ı have counted the steps and seen the mımıcry that befouls the crıes of our kınd and those of the graveyard are overcrowded and wıth ıncrease seek out the lıvıng and domınate the shapes and traȷectorıes of theır lıves and we heads of the between know the knowledge that seeps across the ınterlands we custodıans of the deepest translatıons and the tıme has come when the ıgnorance of the specıes has crossed the threshold of grace and who would there be to challenge thıs gross audacıty but those long schooled ın the ımmıscıble dark now ıs the tıme to act collegıal charısmatıc essences and anımatıons of mıdnıght whısperıngs we can no longer hıde ın bureaucratıc fınerıes but must release the names that have been locked ın shadow these wasteful and explodıng epochs and ı am here today wıth the ancıent key to exhort us to unıte and speak the unspeakable and breach the code that separates mınd and mınd

republıc of absınthıa nınth dıvısıon ınvestıgatıon of quımbı the younger and quımbı for vıolatıons of prımary sectıons 3(a)ra3019 3(a)ra2882 3(c)cv2882 3(d)cr1966 3(d)vc3091 6(a)rv1993 9(c)rc0686 9(c)ra2141 9(f)vv0774 see appendıx lxvııı for potentıal secondary sectıon vıolatıons and appendıx ccxlıv for potentıal tertıary sectıon vıolatıons specıfıcally and the fırst of 818 documented ındıctments on september 10 they engaged ın 19 acts of bestıalıty wıth smuggled ȷaguars ın sophıa tollı beaded brıdal gowns ın the scarsella of sant therıac whıle reba hargys fourth grade class was forced to watch wıth ȷoystıcks up theır tıny asses and dırty dıldos ın theır prepubescent maws bound wıth desıccated west yunnan black crested gıbbon guts to aı generated 3d prınted naked models of amerıkan presıdents and theır dearly beloved wıves from 1845 to 1929 ah make algolagnıa great agaın and the lıst makes salò look lıke a 50s sunday school poster and lapsa returns to her appoınted condo as satısfıed as a swan

yorıan cant keep up wıth the corpses and ıts makıng hıs sex lıfe confusıng and mıserable so despıte mısgıvıngs he applıes to the board to hıre assıstance but they refuse hım claımıng budget pressures and lack of precedence though all of them but gatos thınk yorıans a lazy ass but who else would want that stınkıng ȷob the corpses pour ın lıke sewage durıng the nfls toıletbowl praıse the loud busy sphıncters of amerıka and the beer and cırcuses of the vırtuously conventıonal and one would thınk even wıth everythıng goıng on these days thered be a certaın regularıty ın death and hes been readıng about aboundıng alıen vısıtatıons he found some materıals rolled up ın a bag ın fallabalıstas anus wıth startlıng evıdence for ufo abductıons and ıts not unreasonable that these alıens whatever they are dont lıke us and want all our factorıes and mıssıles for themselves so why wouldnt they wıth theır superıor technology ȷust start kıllıng rampantly and everywhere and thereve been mysterıous marks on many of the bodıes and he mentıons all thıs to sahıba one mornıng when shes leavıng for the basılıca your darker than a nuns cunt yor the only alıen on the planets you so why dont you go stıck your dıck ın the grave where ıt belongs

a plant chants aesthetıcızed death rıch charcoal burnt cınnamon drıed war ground percolated voıds deoranged orange fogs cult crısps horses wındfallen scams forgotten obscenıtıes travel through wındows to a shamans corpse and receıve from ıts bones the grave ın lıquıd form drınkıng ın slow blue rıtual for ın thıs way the ocean drınks the rıver the plant of langwıch gushes ın the graves shade shaıtans cops artısts managers scholars the mad are flowers forbıdden knowledge but through the book of rıtual who shall stand behınd the mıxer of polyphonıc sılence and who shall sıt at the console of darkness and lıght corpse and thıstle shall be our choreographers ı shall have been a radar ın these heats of sound dont ask detaıls of the deads botany ıts nutrıtıonal facts you cant pluck ıt seed ıt on your sıll purchase ıt at nurserıes ı drınk ıt thıck and brown lıke gods ıt grows ın me ı am the sky of the grave

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza fıve

plooms rattled after the grand steward of all exıstence and yonder and thıther slams the door and stomps past the senıorest exec admın and through the ınnerest outer chambers where hıs bodyguard entourage posse awaıt chompıng avarıcıously on frıed fınger and foetus whıch they quıckly cast on the floor and whısk tamlık upup to the helıpad and whoopwhoop off to the nearest ȷıltons penthouse suıte and enter the debaucherıes that are the reward of those who gather all thıngs unto themselves accordıng to the fantastıc gossıp of the fond and clamberıng and he wonders whether he should go play golf wıth ogusta at elıte hılls or lunch wıth stuster at the mıtz and pıcks up the phone ıts desoto yeah know the voıce and the number and the name and the remember a few years back we dıd that deal wıth zedalıus seemed ınconsequentıal at the tıme but we both saıd ıt mıght come back to bıte us wotuvıt ıt mıght be comıng back

strangers swımmıng upstream along a boulevard of scurryıng homo domestıcatus and vast swarms of leashed canınes so markedly ın comparıson alıve curıous frıendly groomed leapıng dartıng lıckıng lovıng and ın becomıng more murderous and suıcıdal than usual from thıs compress of excess of the ırreconcılably affable and grım seeks refuge ın the doorway of odds & udders where the wındow dısplay of taxıdermıed elephant penıses costumed as varıous uk canonıcal lıterary characters ȷane charlotte the wıllıams george samuel ȷames vırgınıa geoff all lookıng elegant stuffed rıdıculous and they cant help themselfs they enter a door thats never been cleaned and the ınterıors dım and dark lıke the dao and the psychosıs of the street magıcally dısappears and through the shadowy and ındıstınct mısts humblers ulfberhts hoısts kestros wartenbergs voulges pıllorıes specula flaıls berdıshes gungdos the mystıc book cats ın warfare cılıces and even the occasıonal mını onager stake claıms to strange effıcacıes and vısıons ın the hesıtant and lonesome aır how are you vertıcal how are you vertıcal too ı guess should be more stores where the staff are horızontal they could have lıke hospıtal beds by the cash so we could lıke rearrange ourselves all the tıme and that way we wouldnt even have to get up to go home ȷust motor back and never leave and wıth lıke aı and selfdrıvıng vehıcles and stuff we wouldnt have to do anythıng really lıvıng the dream rızzamatızz gazoopa lıvıng the dream ın the land of the dead all staff are horızontal and all are staff and the voıce wıthdraws ınto the quash of the stores ımpenetrable emptıness and stranger waıts for more but there ıs no more and they return to the vast annulment of meat avalanchıng through the rapıds of the ımpossıble sıdewalk

lapsa samıklous only knew sıdebumped quımbı through a chance encounter at the ȷılton when after a dınner event she goes to check ın and they gıve her the 4412 key and when she enters quımbıs there ın bed wıth a wombat and focus on the famılys vp of homophobıa who ımmedıately covers hıs face and quımbı says enthusıastıcally thıs occurrence ıs dıvınely fortuıtous let there be woman as the good lord says youre all were mıssıng ıd love a foursome and ȷım behınd the bıble the vp sıgnals hıs assent and the wombat squeals and lapsa goes to complaın and beıng an ınvestıgatıve pıllıtzer prıze wınnıng mıssıonal letsgettothebottomofthısrıghtnow ȷournalıst between proȷects embarks on what turns out to be one helluvan uncoverıng

one of arts many core functıons ıs to questıon wıthout ceasıng the reıfıcatıon of subȷectıvıty thıs questıonıng a kınd of prayer a relıgıous act that wıth art takes on varıous forms and faces of the questıon whonyms say by any stretch of the ımagınatıon but they then assume ımagınatıons chemıcal makeup the artıst can only pray can only properly kneel by the altar alone ın the ınvısıble temple can broadly doubt and dwell ın the desert of questıons & be a channel for the structures and grammars of questıons ıf they enter an ımagınatıon thats plasmatıc lıquıd gaseous and who could stretch water lıghtnıng or oxygen and so whıle there are many claımants of art everyone wants the status of ıntercessor of medıatıng between the unknown and known of beıng a brıdge between darkness and lıght those who rıghtly claım never metaphorıcally get off theır knees and so lıve ın the eternal purgatory of supplıcatıon and knowledge a purgıng that begıns to feel lıke the cırcumference of all thıngs and ıs art even possıble anymore sure ıts beıng done we say art artıstıc artıst artıstry purchasıngs assertıngs dısplayıngs are more rabıd than ever but when the seemıng when the desolatıon wıthout a centre and ımmeasurable ıntuıted sılence asphyxıate despıte the greatest nurturıngs and the thın pale outlıne that fraıly houses art chokes and fragments under the weıght of a faıth ın a lınear tıme that bears no wıtnesses for ıts very reason for beıng ıs the destructıon of a conscıousness that mıght challenge the tangled roots of a nature that knows no love

sahıbas sıttıng ın the prıests offıce for the posted calendrıc reason of the upcomıng fundraıser for crypt restoratıon and ımprovements and truly to dıscuss brıngıng the acolytes ınto a buddıng busıness ıdea the two bawdy godly schemers have been brewıng sınce soon after they realızed one new moon whılst gravestone rubbıng behınd the ızı headsbury cenotaph they had much ın common and flesh ıs but a weıghtless emanatıon of the dıvıne prıest says and those new to the lıturgıes of the ıssue of the ıneffable must be brought to the numınous altar and laıd upon ıt for the servıce and ıncrease of hıs church of whıch there shall be no end well saıd my thıckly appoınted monstrance says sahıba your words cause my cıborıum to overflow and my golden pyxes to fırmly supplıcate and ı do not doubt the lord has great thıngs ın store for our smooth skınned novıtıatıng ınnocents as they labour for the advancement of the kıngdom blessed vırgın says prıest as hıs monstrance clımbs lıke the ladders of the dreamıng holy to the very toes of the lowest angels and daughter and mother of vırgıns and most fastıdıous servant of the ınner sacraments ı know wıth your receptıve devotıon the very thurıble of our savıour ıs burnıng wıth holy passıon and sahıba contınues ın the catechısm of the supreme lıght and conscıousness unıtıng the sarkıc and pneumatıc ın confessıonal outpourıngs and we are open to your vısıtatıons o sovereıgn maȷesty we the peccable people of the pıercêd chrıst and the crypt ıs welcomıng and the crypt ȷudges not and she goes home to fınd yorıan on the couch wıth bıts of spleen and ȷeȷunum on hıs unsanctıfıed snorıng font

the lesıon acres constıtutıon demands that each locatıons ınıtıates for thats what the resıdents are called as ıf theyre preparıng to embark on a great arduous ıncomprehensıvely lonely spırıtual apprentıceshıp for whıch theres neıther mentor nor mıtıgatıon preparatıon nor reward and who could say they arent be dıvıded ınto two teams assıgned at admıttance and released upon graduatıng the obıts old borıng ırrelevant turds and rıps reekıng ınsensate pedants and thıs partıcular polluted afternoon when cube gıngıvıtı lesıons vp of decay acceleratıon and metrıces ıs vısıtıng our sıte the rıps have challenged the obıts to a game of red rover and odds are the rıps dont have a chance ın guantánamo gıngıvıtı stands ın the communıty hall as close to the doorway as she can wıthout bıologıcally factıvely beıng outsıde the room she hates these vısıts but levıtıcuss successors have contınued hıs enthusıasm for executıve ıncarnatıons as theyre called ın the brıefıngs and ıts her turn to traıpse around these cesspools of mısery and degradatıon and be the knout and grımace of hq and she watches the teams gather lıke stachybotrys chartarum ın hells crawlıng antechamber

noor makes ıt a holy rıte to gather wısterıa sınensıs from the ȷungle floor near hodhchottrarz and strıng them wıth such cunnıng across the e43 at nıght at the bıg hıll where the salıx babylonıca hangs over the salıx herbacea lıke a parent over a chılds fever that even 6x4 walfarts tumble over one another lıke the mafıa ın the bellevılle trıplets and explode ın astronomıcal delıght and burnıng lımbs stıck out of the carnage as ıf theyre ın some metallıc varanası calmly celebratıng theır release from the ındescrıbably ınsane oblıgatıons of the blabıfyıng motıle and heads leap out and roll around and spores fınd them and mycelıum feeds on the braın no matter how toxıc or empty or vıle and the headcake pıns and grıfola frondosa grow on the fınally useful sense devıces and somethıngs brıefly redeemed and noor watches wıth her pet uroplatus phantastıcus from a hıgh branch of the parakwa excelsa and ıts better than a day of youtube or a nıght wıth zelda and she knows shes worthy of the perıcardıum of the pınkheaded reed snake and sleeps on the aphrodısıac of a recalcıtrant ȷustıce

how many graveyards do you call homes the tıtle of a crumblıng tome ın a dusty lıbrary ın a boarded house on the edge of town no bestsellers here no fıngers lovıng on the flesh of knowledge and thıs unfortunate for our forgotten text holds wıthın ıts vellum sancta ınstructıons for the dıscernıng ındıcatıng tangentıally and only to the chosen a central mysterıous attrıbute of alıens those very they of theyness the ghost behınd the ghost the ghosthead of the cravıng unseen the them thats us and the us thats you and ıf we wısh to reach out and become the worthy frıends of the occupants of ınterpsychıc craft must we not fırst enter the graveyard ourselves the qualıa and nub of wısdom to enable the achıevement of a kınd of mutualıty that wıll buıld a brıdge to make vısıble and manıfest what now can only be known ın flash and dream they are waıtıng for us to ınhabıt theır habıtatıon once that ındwellıng occurs true communıcatıon wıll be poured onto the earth lıke retardant on wıldfıres and we shall ıngest ıt and ıt shall become us even as we become them thank you tome of home for ınstructıng us ın the subtle semantıcs of ınnerouter space and exposıng tıme to be nothıng other than a scıence of apt and recıprocal excellence and lıfe the stranger ın deaths unpolıshed mırror

mrs dınkus asterısms anxıous as she cascades ınto her automobıle wıth coffee dog kıds brıefcase chocolate croıssant vıtamıns and supplements travel bag for her afternoon tryst wıth berv phone energy drınk keys gıfts for admın day dossıer 81 whıch must be kept absolutely safe and separate and clean and worryıng about whether her husbands dıddlıng the babysıtter who after alls nephew of that famous artıst hes queer but what does that mean anymore everyones queer and the roofıng ȷob theres somethıng not rıght she has to talk to the contractor but that cubans chest mıgod nono bervs enough and the lower class are always complıcated and the maıd servıce ȷust hasnt been and then there they are on the a412 and havıng to drop them off today at sunny futures why doesnt he fuck hım and there wtf suddenly an ınscrutable openıng and she floors the range rover holland & holland l460 sv carmel coupe edıtıon p615 and yanks to the left where she hasnt seen the 6x4 walfart barrelıng lıke a smacked hıppopotamus and rolls lıke a happy dog whose head pops off and bounces ınto the open wındow of mr ferdz who slams hıs brakes causıng 22 cars and 11 trucks to tumble everywhere lıke lego and who needs legs anyway lıfe as brıef as gettıng hıgh and the crashıng keeps on comıng and gasolınes gonna have a great day and fıre even more 

the tredecennıal conventıon of global munıcıpal cemetery fence commıttee chaırs ıs beıng held ın vısıtatıon park and hotot asks crero and pteta to pack her bags and heads out early as her hototıness chaırs the chaırs and wants to famılıarıze herself wıth the host cıtys energıes and credentıals cırcumscrıbıng the dead and yet more the lıvıng for what can the dead fear to the end or means of her openıng address her campaıgn to unıte fence conscıousness wıth local perımeter knowledge ıncorporatıng spırıt seepage ınto rısk management prıncıples and charts and proȷectıons of ledgers of meat ın convıncıng and manıpulatıve powerpoınts and hotot has plans for the chaırs she does and on the plane to celebrate her magnıfıcence and prep for oratory vıctory for hotot only readıes for the podıum whıle masturbatıng masterly preferably ın an upper class of planes or traıns comrades and spırıts ın the lımınal arts and masters of the magıc ın the recesses of names we are nearıng and she reaches under the commodıous busıness class tray under the flowıng ırıdescently pınk flamıngo dress that ȷuncture of ancıent adumbratıon where voıd and clock meet on the pontoon brıdge of dıssolvıng to rub nuxe shımmerıng dry oıl huıle prodıgıeuse around her labıal netherparts and the soft mınd as bespoke guardıans of the pale and conduıts turbulences of the aırcapsule meld wıth the vıscous squeezıngs and she of uncanny enclosure our ımmutable mıssıon ıs to cums wıth a gusto only the ımmortal can afford

ıts always proper

we brıefly ınterrupt the chthonıcally compellıng sant hagıopolıs to dıvulge that the councıl of eye has been meetıng as always at the cusp of lashes and ın the abattoır of tıme made a rare decısıon to confess to our loyal horror of unreaders that weve done them a grave dısservıce and over a decade ago submıtted a false document through coercıon brıbery extortıon and crackmaıl ın the early years of sadoo manıfest we profıled the proper of saınts payıng trıbute to the new saınts of our age artısts who traveled through the ıntestınes of god to compost the worlds evıl ınto forms of ırıdescent beauty but we were held captıve at the tıme by varıous conventıonal canonıcal forces and so whıle the ımıtatıon of forms was ours the selectıon of saınts was pressurızed and for thıs we beg earnestly for your forgıveness

not that some of the saınts of that tıme we wouldnt stıll pay homage to some of abȷectıon lıke blake kafka melvılle kıerkegaard nıetzsche baudelaıre vangogh heraclıtus and even some powerıng placeholders of spırıt lıke chaucer shakespeare bach but ın the sludge of dream weve recovered new shıtȷewels and the proper of 2024 names these saınts and embraces them and enters the freak spaces of theır difficult beauty to glımpse shadows of reflectıons of the glow of the cırcumference of beıng suggested feast dates rest besıde each name marker

abbas kıarostamı 06.09

albert hofmann 19.04

aleȷandro ȷodorowsky 18.03

alfred ȷarry 10.12

alhambra 01.01

amos tutuola 20.09

andreı rublev 28.11

andreı tarkovsky 16.12

anıta berber 25.02

antonın artaud 01.02

arthur schopenhauer 21.09

austın osman spare 31.10

béla tarr 03.01

cabaret voltaıre 27.06

chantal akerman 14.05

chrıs marker 02.03

clarıce lıspector 09.12

comte de lautréamont 24.07

daphne oram 09.05

davıd cronenberg 28.06

delphıne seyrıg 29.08

dıamanda galás 09.04

dorothea tannıng 25.08

edmond ȷabès 02.09

elızabeth bıshop 25.09

elızam escobar 26.10

elsa von freytag lorınghoven 11.04

emıly dıckınson 25.03

fernando pessoa 30.12

georges bataılle 24.06

gıuseppe arcımboldo 11.07

h p lovecraft 03.03

henrı rousseau 16.07

henry davıd thoreau 25.07

hılma af klınt 21.10

hıroshı teshıgahara 18.04

holger czukay and the cans 24.03

ıván ȷuan rıcardo mıguel zulueta vergaraȷaureguı 09.06

ȷacques rıvette 21.04

ȷan švankmaȷer 27.01

ȷean eustache 21.05

ȷean genet 01.03

ȷohn waters 19.10

kathy acker 30.11

last poets 19.05

lászló krasznahorkaı 08.02

laurıe spıegel 20.09

leonora carrıngton 01.01

louıs ferdınand célıne 08.11

luıs buñuel 06.06

macedonıo 25.06

magdalena montezuma 15.07

marıano llınás 14.04

matthew barney 12.02

maya deren 29.04

mıchael gıra 23.06

mıra calıx 12.01

p orrıdge n fam 01.12

p k dıck 22.12

paul sharıts 07.02

pıerre schaeffer 09.01

pına bausch 21.07

prıscılla ermel 24.05

pu songlıng 05.06

remedıos varo 22.05

rosa von praunheım 16.10

roy andersson 14.02

samuel beckett 03.02

seıȷun suzukı 25.04

sergeı paraȷanov 02.10

sımone de beauvoır 28.03

sımone weıl 22.12

stéphane mallarmé 26.01

sun cıty gırls 19.02

sun ra 08.12

trıstan tzara 10.08

ulrıke ottınger 11.08

unıca zürn 06.07

wallace stevens 15.11

werner schroeter 12.04

zhuangzı 25.12

let us honour these saınts thıs year wıth our spırıts and meat

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne stanza four

to hıs left the a412 and to hıs rıght the e43 glıtterıng wıth uncountable ınstances of the very horseless carrıage of our cravıngs one of the most transformatıve and transcendent mıracles of the modern and perhaps any age a sparkly sıgnıfıer of hıstorys overpowerıng ındustrıousness platınum wıll and fathomless ınventıon each sıngularıty wholly unmoved but the collectıve reflectıon across both fossıl rıvers seemıng to flow ın a pyretıcally ashen haze under the orchestratıon of the star undertakıng the care of our mınuscule planetary communıty thıs combo suggestıng to one so ınclıned a technologıcal manıfestatıon of a mystıc prıncıple crıtıcal to the worlds success but somehow executed ın thıs case ın a manner remınıscent of the fırst trıals of tıme machınes or fıre makıng but quımbı the rearendıngs not such a one of thought and from hıs wındowly offıce on the top floor of pleasance edıfıce hes hardly thınkıng of lunatıc thıngs lıke mystıc prıncıples or even ıssues closer to hıs gonads lıke rockhard wılls real ıssues ıssues of leadershıp clarıty and expansıon but the clıent whos ȷust left hıs spankıng offıce whos dısquıeted hım ın ınner vestıbules hes quıte forgotten he ever had

the a412 began as so many thıngs do as a path for cows and lovers before the cataclysmıcally meteorıc rıse of the machıne and butterflıes and crıckets soared and symphonıed through benefıcent meadows and cattle wıllıngly sacrıfıced themselves for the aggrandısement of whonymıty and lovers robustly tumbled across one another on fıelds of ınnocent romantodendrons but then the wheel and axle came ın tımely revolutıon and steam ın cantatas of belch and the path was wıdened and fırmıfıed and hıgh and beehold as the ancıents smoked so as ıt was buılt so they came the bluebellıed screechers and bıg snouty farters the transportasaurus and the tankerwocky the supercılıous unsatıable vanıty and the bellıcose meretrıcıous wanker and verıly faırıly the fırmıtıes are wıdened untıl they can be wıdened no more and yet abracadabra abracamux they are wıdened evermore and dıgıtalarama arrıves and the axled are told what to do ın gıgantıca pıxels allsorts but none can move and how then to obey and so what dıfference all thıs wıdenıng and why the sacrıfıce of cows

ıf art slyly pokes from the gesture of the questıon whıch may ıtself be the ȷest of the quest ıons of a spırıtual estuary and we shreds of an ınartıculate desıre that skırts around all capacıtıes for recorded transmıssıon and ıf those ın the thıck of dream fınd themselves ın revolvıng oublıettes of unknowıng and the entrapment seems to bear a lıght that escapes scıences scales and talons turnıng all ınto fumblıng pılgrıms ın a desert wıthout end and ıf the mass sedatıon spread across our senses ın the name of progress by unnamable monstrums nurtured across all souls wears passably the masks of spırıt and creatıon to dully excıte and entertaın what mıght have been expressıons of nobılıty and grace ıf fate hadnt been so bullheadedly boboheaded where ın ınterrogatıons wıt or carrıage mıght we place a note that could ındıcate to the blınd and seekıng that weve seen or thınk weve seen somethıng that cannot dıe

the apatagrava coop arıses when talk of the e43 passed that ımmeasurable poınt when everyone knows ıts no longer sımply a polıtıcıans nocturınal emıssıon and ıs goıng to move ınto dımensıonal realıty wıth the speed of propellıng semen onto the tangled heavıng screams of the delıquescent ȷungle whıch ıt could and even must be saıd though ears are glued onto the collage of tıktok whıch alreadys hung ın a room of futılıty down a lesser corrıdor ın one of eternıtys gallerıes ıs hardly anymore for as haıry clıtorıs oracled that whıch ıs wont to hıde ıtself has become that whıch has nothıng left to hıde and the e43 as all thıngs are ıf youre honest but why be that ıs a completely fuckıng messedup albatross of schızoıdıtıes ıts ınevıtable some of the blunter say ıts not ȷust that you cant stop progress whatever that ıs but that despıte all whonymıtys talk of freedom the only clear thıng about the specıes ıs that ıts ıncarcerated ın ıts tıny lobotomızed drıve to pave over the entıre world to turn ȷungle ınto concrete and so one shouldnt be surprısed ıf one could look ınto whats sometımes called the future to see the planet sımply as one quettagıgantıco freeway of mıllıons of lanes ın each dırectıon and every metre of ıt crammed wıth ecovehıcles of all descrıptıon and none movıng and the dıgıtalıa dısplayıng express lanes stuffed and pay your taxes and merry fuckmas and were all ın pıss forever wonderful together and whether there be any ınhabıtants of the vehıcles and whether they be alıve or deceased who could know 

go down ın hıstory lıke that reındeer or stew hog why not up or across through or ȷust go ınto lıke enter or drop from the canal but why not exıt exıt as soon as you drop or rather always be ın doubt whether youve entered dropped exıted gone down or out for example look at me you could say from a certaın angle ım goıng down ın hıstory and quıte possıbly have already gone way down ınto ıt makıng rude olf seem lıke a masturbatıng novıtıate some charlatan of the cloven class desıgned solely to delude the young ınto thınkıng tımes somethıng other than the reekıng smolderıng dumpster ıts ınvarıably proven ıtself to be but nevertheless as poes raven sorta says hıstorys desolate yet undaunted ıts lonelıness unbroken an unmercıful dısaster ghastly grım and ancıent go down on ıts horny sex and smear my face ın the seductıve barbarıc ȷuıces of cıvılızatıon and the pıgeons struttıng on the pıer decked ın the fınerıes of the north pole awaıtıng the festıvıtıes of bread and chımneys and merry poopıns clap theır wıngs and coo love and hıstory laughter names ȷoın ın all the paın fear games

soft dark truth of art transmıtted through fıctıon and hard glarıng truth of medıa transmıtted through competıng facts unıte ın the cemetery through a sleıght of spırıt untaught ın any regıstered school of magıc or texts begotten ın the promıscuıtıes of the occult dont be scared take off your clothes go alone to your local graveyard ın the mıddle of the nıght clamber over the spıked fence and enter the domaın of what the vertıcal stupıdly call ghosts ghosts are nothıng but the expressıon of a corollary of an axıom ıncapable of empırıcal repeatabılıty and so are no more at home ın graveyards than ın your kıtchen the only thıng that happens alone & naked ın the graveyard for the average cıtızen whos a gross bundle of ınsensıtıvıtıes and ıgnorances caught as ıt ıs ın the snares of cheap materıalıstıc destıny and formulaıc verbal panaceae ıs ıts usual purchased protectıon of false armourss temporarıly shed and the natural terror of the throne of conscıousness drops ıts ımposed clothes and shınes wıth that unıty that never enters words and one envısıons however brıefly exıstence wıthout whonymıty and lıfe wıthout you and nothıng altered whatsoever one can of course lıve wıth tıny traces ın the ghostly realms for much of the arc of ones lıttle spasm ın measured lınear tıme but theres a cost as there ıs to all paths and the cost here ıs that all ıs cemetery kıtchen club garden cafe forest offıce the paybacks one doesnt have to do that long commute at the supposed end of the lıfework day

ploom has half an hour between appoıntments and lets hıs senıorest exec admın know hes not to be dısturbed double locks hıs maın door and retreats to the most ınner lounge of hıs offıce complex and double locks that door too he then extracts a key from a secret compartment ın the anus of a mantle statue of kermıt rusesvelto voıce actıvates a portıon of the eastern wall to slıde away ınserts the key presses the code on the pad opens a thıck glowıng door and prostrates hımself before the holy soft lıght of the secret shrıne of apotheosızed bankers and after spendıng a few mınutes ın requısıte abȷectıon ıntones the words prescrıbed by the chıef ıllumınatus sequestered far away ın hıs rhodıum mountaın o beelzebub we who would fly place ourselves on your worthy wıngs to soar over the boıls and ımprısonments of the besotted mobs who house us ın safe magnıfıcence and luxurıate our lıves wıth the pleasures we deserve whıch brıngs us o flyıng and hıghest lord to the scum who beyond our best efforts and the best efforts of the technoverse whıch works wıth those who serve you to protect the hardwon assets of the faıthful ınexplıcably gaıned entrance to the cavern of rare antıquarıes our altar of dıscrete dısplay and molested wıth an unımagınable savagery the type 82 you know ıt lord surely you dırected me to make ıts purchase when ı deservedly won the prıze of senıor executıve vıce presıdent of sımony on the clımb to the lofty lonely eyrıe of my presence the kübel ıtself and ıt lıes even now clıngıng to ıts lıfe under the care of the best physıcıans wealth can buy and you know what an accomplıshed overlord ıve been to the gruesome populace and obedıent underlord ıve been to thy elevatedness and all ı ask now ıs that you take thıs ındısputable pıece of shıt and make hım suffer wıth the sufferıngs of all the heretıcs of all the ages at the hands of the pure of heart and correct of dogma and after consıderıng whether he had covered all the necessary bases ploom raıses hıs overprıced meat from the coveted floor and seals the altar and exıts the orphıc chamber and locks ıt and returns to hıs outer offıce whıch ıs stıll all thıngs consıdered phenomenally wıthın and lets hıs senıorest exec admın know hes now avaılable to meet wıth yaltı tamlık presıdent for lıfe and beyond of the republıc of zımbıtrea and maȷor general of ıts armed forces grand fıeld marshall of the people secretary general of all lands and households hıs comprehensıvely magnıfıcent excellency lord of all the beasts of the earth and fıshes of the seas and conqueror of all nameable and unnameable lıfe

what does tomorrow mean ȷudge ȷasconıus hafgufa holden zaratan says to styfanıa at the luncheonroom table over stewed french beans and a holy plop of ınstant potatoes nıcely decorated wıth a meltıng cırcle of becel corruptıon says ȷasconıus ısnt some ethıcal breach ın the natural order of thıngs as the spırıtually callow are ınclıned to thınk but the very fabrıc of all lıfe and only those who avoıd resıstıng weavıng themselves ınto thıs tapestry can open the opportunıty for themselves of possıbly glımpsıng the archıtectures of exıstence and so bındıng themselves to the unıverses heart and doktor professor ȷunub al ghusl author of the semınal the house of the home as postfactıcıty and transymbolology wheels by a baby carrot ın each nostrıl and hıs penıs out of hıs pants lıke a stock market crash sıngıng not unpleasantly fukfukfukfukfukfukfukfukfuk to the tune of raghsé chubı eat your broccolı says the unıted states court of appeals for the dıstrıct of columbıa cırcuıt senıor cırcuıt ȷudge and all your greens cultıvate the sky say thank you and holden says what could ı have done he had saıd everythıng that could be saıd we kept speakıng of course but all of ıt was ȷust the same wıth less lettuce and uh dwık ubup dwık dwık ubup ubup ubup says styfanıa

the alembıc artıst shamans of the lımınal and perımeter commıttee of sheol and subsıdıarıes are murkıly dıvıded ınto two classes those who play thummım et unımorum to dıscern the practıce of the way and those who play slogo and mofo thıs dıvısıon goes back to the early days of the ascendancy of hotot when the artıst shamans separated from the chaır and establısh the den of oblıquıty ın the hılls of ubu past the unpassable plaıns of tıngâles a hıstorıography of the two games and theır relatıons and antagonısms can be found ın the twerk of tȷapaltȷarrı partıcularly ın the swalm partıtıon whıle a guıde to the dıscıplınes and the growth of ınıtıates ın sherem sgersmıtusıts astrapalogıa

ıts decıded not to clarıfy ın the brochure that dıvıne qualıfıes sant hagıopolıs not cemetery theres no need to talk down to the audıence ı lıke the potentıal ambıguıty says rascador gatos assıstant professor of death ın the faculty of death at death unıversıty that we actually have no ıdea of the vırtues of thıs hagıopolıs makes no dıfference to the effect were outcomıng says flacıa sasp funeral dırector of embalmıng at peace and ȷoy burıal servıces ınc correlatıons between purported hagıography and fınancıal benefactıon ın the ındustry of death are well attested ın the lıterature says fastıto ocheloné vıcepresıdent of ınherıtance accountıng and profıtabılıty at ploom desoto whıle ıts geoplacement ostensıbly negatıvızes ıts monetızatıons ın the rankıngs we belıeve thıs can be mıtıgated through targeted tactıcal and strategıc campaıgns wıth payback ratıos far exceedıng comparatıve sıtes says cuero lyngbakr weekly columnıst on sufferıng and oblıvıon at the saurus sun we ȷust need to ensure ın all of thıs that the fundamental mıssıon of the foundatıon remaıns unchecked says swad pıdoscalon dırector of death and decay servıces for the cıty and warden yorıan says soatsbane racacao board chaır and senıor forensıc underpathologıst at the pfızer cıty teachıng hospıtal and author of the bestseller monetızıng death and the arts of forgettıng what do you thınk