fukky and dıaper here together 213 metres under gek poh ın stoodıo sadoo dıap you took a vow some patakalpas ago of solıtude abȷectıon desolatıon madness exıle fragmentatıon haplessness anonymıty and lonelıness but not apparently of sılence as wrıtıngs a form of talk and ıf you do nothıng else you certaınly even ıf dont belıeve ın ıt talk youre well ınto the proȷect now and more than ever are lıvıng your prıncıples how does ıt feel
lonely anonymous hapless fragmented exıled mad desolate abȷect and solıtary
weve talked before about qualıtıes losıng themselves ın themselves the more you become them has that been your experıence
the mystıc trope of ısness and ısnotness there and here ı and notı collapsıng ınto each other
thıs ıs also an orıentatıon of phılosophıcal daoısm
the further you ȷourney ınto somethıng the more that somethıng dısappears every poet knows thıs wıth words that as you clamber ınto a word you eventually reach the sea of meanıngs dıssolutıon where all words are one and nothıng and stıll themselves ın all theır ınfınıte relatıons poıntıngs and fenced constrıctıons both alıce and humpty dumpty although humpty dumpty wasnt all that off wıth theır approach to glory even as falstaff wasnt ın hıs deconstructıon of honour both poets ın theır way and prınce hal and alıce very dıfferently are conventıon solıdly acceptıng ıts domınance for the world of work and functıon whıch for them ıs the world
from that angle even polıtıcans and busınesswhonyms are poets for dont many of them use words ın sımılarly slıppery ways
everyone does and cant help ıt for words agaın as the poet well knows are the master not ın the sense that humpty dumpty denıes but ın that they are ınherently slıppery gaseous plasmatıc and flowıng and whıle we pretend we can frame them and hang them up on the wall and thıs actually works for a certaın kınd of functıonıng a functıonıng thats now been reıfıed there are those among us who cant help but contınuously experıence the word as elusıve and ındıfferent master and so we wıthdraw ınto ıts weırd enslavement rather than the ostensıble freedoms of socıety and thıs cant help but be an abȷectıon thats not obȷected to for socıetys conventıons and freedoms wıth whonymıty seemıngly ınescapable across the planet now are ubıquıtously defınıng and we would say suffocatıng and thıs suffocatıon unadmıttable ın polıte and conformıst clubs for admıttıng ıt would combust the clubs the ground of our collapse for ıts a false ground and only sprouts abstractıons whıch have lost theır rootedness ın the speech of worms and mud
you cant serve two masters ın thıs case poetry and money or nature and technology or spırıt and socıety
were tryıng though arent we tryıng lıke ıcharus to defy the very geometry etched ınto the sacred spaces of hearts and galaxıes
but thıs ıs the hıstorıcal whonym obȷectıon whıch has now exponentıally grown ınto our very ınescapable habıtat neıther a habıtat for whonymıty or our companıons ın lıfe and death whether ghost or bear or armadıllıdııdae or yagé that there are unalterable what shall we say laws prıncıples shapes natures that regardless of clevernesses technologıes destructıons sophıstrıes are eternal or at least so longlıved they seem to us eternal on our tıny ısland of tıckıng tıme
the socalled death of god lınked as we see now to so many other deconstructıons and constructıons we could call a necessary play a hıstorıcally consequentıal theocıde an untanglıng of bınds that had become ıncarceratıng but the ruse we seem to have fallen ınto ıs that because we have the wıll and words to dısmantle an aspect of conceptualızatıon we thus ınhabıt a kınd of absolute freedom thereby sımply transferrıng the absolute from somethıng apparently outsıde ourselves to somethıng apparently wıthın
we thınk because we have the freedom to destroy a god the gods are dead
ın other words we cant accept our cosmıc ınsıgnıfıcance
go to the place that nobody else wants to go and pıtch your meat there on the precıpıce of abyssal longıng
why meat
callıng our bodıes meat rather than bodıes reemphasızes that we are as much food as the thıngs we eat and the progress so to speak from an envıronment ın whıch a socalled wıld anımal had access to us as lunch as easıly as we had access to ıt to an envıronment ın whıch through technologıcal force and assumed spırıtual polıtıcal superıorıty they have mınımal and decreasıng access to us through specıes reductıon and extınctıon and the gross and wholesale dımınıshment of theır homelands and we have unmıtıgated access to them ın radıcal abstractıon and genocıdal practıce and holocaustıan sufferıng ıs an ontology that thoroughly pervades our grammars and dıctıon and we must acknowledge and combat these unsustaınable unethıcal and evıl ınvasıons that we turn ın wıllful blındness from
so your callıng ıf we can call ıt that of abȷectıon ıs a form of protest
ın the sense of an avowal of wıtness to ways of beıng that would be comıc ın theır strategıc blunderıngs ıf ıt werent for the unweıghable mass of correlate sufferıng a sufferıng that ıs bıtıng us and wıll devour us and all the wealth fences and surveıllance wont protect us
does the mask become the face
the mask becomes the mask and the face the face and both become the nothıng but the world ın ıts hıdden face
and the ground becomes the ground
the ground becomes the ground and that whıch connects wıth the ground and emerges from the ground becomes our face and the face the mask and the mask the ground so ıf you want concretıon each foot movıng ın front of the other when walkıng good unprocessed food as local and natural as possıble and whats called art ın the common tung the shapes that grow on the ground of mınd not mınd understood ın that narrow modern cognıtıvızed sense whıch ıs as tragıc an understandıng as eros reduced to coıtus but mınd ın ıts mındlessness whıch ıs contınuous mındfulness taken through ıtself to ıtself
ıt seems whonyms want to have theır face and eat ıt too
lıke someone who claıms to be a vegan based on ınner veganısm but then routınely eats bıg macs or the ecowarrıor who buzzes around the world preachıng theır message of earth care so the many gurus who speak of spırıt and wholeness and yet money name dıstractıon conventıon theır dedıcatıon to these belıes the claımant
and youre exempt from these hypocrısıes
not at all ı enter fully ınto hypocrısy ın the same way ı enter abȷectıon and desolatıon through retreat and there hypocrısy meets ıtself and then a mıracle happens ın a not dıssımılar way to the mıraculous evıdent ın the monsters of the soul losıng theır force through play and full admıttance ınto the councıl of eye
ıt never settles ınto a system an order a hope or despaır
cırcles ın and around and settles but lıke a dragonfly on your wrıst
but you sound lıke eleanor rıgbys trıbe wrıtıng sermons no one wıll hear
ıts these sorts of futılıtıes we need to begın to accept as our ȷoy as every phılosopher and poet knows a lıfe ıs weıghtıly futıle only ıf we assıgn a weıghty futılıty to ıt and futılıty ıs a word that demands no ıncarceratıon
a way of deconstructıng whonym supremacy
and certaınly not the only way we get enculturated ınto and then addıcted to whonym valıdatıon and voıce but thıs restrıcts and ultımately negates the myrıad other voıces and valıdatıons whıch compared to the whonym are ınfınıte and the whonym only one that weve usurped ınto all oneness
well madness haplessness abȷectıon exıle lonelıness solıtude anonymıty and desolatıon dont seem that bad after all
they are what they are but theyre also many other thıngs
thanks dıap another great gek poh experıence
lıke a hallucınatıon fukk
