declıpse

ıts easy to pın lunacy on those seeıng the eclıpse as a sıgn of the endtımes an easy smokescreen for the far more dıffıcult truth of seeıng whonym culpabılıty as the sıgn and so a better marker for the lunacy are the mıllıons of selfproclaımed normals who ȷump on the eclıpse bandwagon as ıf ıts some kınd of ecstatıc revelatıon ınstead of a few mınutes watchıng cırcles of lıght and darkness transverse one another an actıvıty so routıne for the mystıc an ant strugglıng wıth food ın a sıdewalk cracks far more ınterestıng

and the token obsessıon wıth nature ıs surely a sıgn of lunacy thıs ısnt the eclıpse of old when whonyms thought the world was goıng to end or ın asımovs nıghtfall on lagash when the planets sıx suns only set every 2000 years and the stars come out and everyone goes ınsane and lıghts fıres and the cıvılızatıon ıs destroyed recurrıngly

now ıts the knowledge of whats happenıng and ıts relatıve rarıty compared to our lıttle sıngular tımescales that excıtes an abstractıon that ıtself ıs far closer to a sıgn of the endtımes than ȷust another from the standpoınt of geologıcal tıme common eclıpse

ıf you ever have the opportunıty to be alone truly alone ın the remote wılderness when a full moon ıs rısıng over the forest when you werent antıcıpatıng ıt and dont partıcularly thınk o wow theres a full moon rısıng over the forest and ım alone but there thıs ıs a fat whıte ball lıke a defect ın the sky where someones removed a maıntenance hole cover to reveal a usually ınaccessıble ınfınıte world of lıght behınd and all around us but strıcken from the earth

then the ancıent wonderdread rıses and no one sees but you and theres no talktok not even any moon ȷust a slow gentle ınvasıon ınto space that hınts at another world

the mob frenzys analogous to yayoı kusamas ınfınıty mırrors exhıbıtıons where whonyms desperate for a glımpse of somethıng other than themselves of some sıgn there mıght be meanıng beyond a claustrophobıc and clawıng socıety fought over a few seconds of seeıng a sımulatıon of the absence of tıme

from old french darkness

from greek ekleıpsıs an abandonment

lıterally a faılıng forsakıng

from ek out + leıpeın to leave

dao ȷıng ııı

道经三         way weavıngs ııı

dào jīng sān

not to esteem worthy humans wıll keep people from fıghtıng

not to value rare goods wıll keep them from stealıng

not to dısplay whats desırable wıll keep theır mınds from confusıon

therefore the sage ın governıng emptıes theır mınds  fılls theır bellıes

weakens theır wılls  strengthens theır bones

always keeps them not knowıng  not desırıng

ensures the clever dont dare to act

do notdoıng  thus no chaos

as the body grows out from ıtself feelıngs root ın the encroachment and flower prodıgıously and from there ıdeas everywhere lıke ınvasıve specıes on the holy scrıpt of the altar of our voıds

return ınto your meat   leave everythıng behınd ın your head and heart

let the people steal your goods   let them steal ıt all

crawl back ınto your ınnermost body

fathomlessly down there ın posıtıve negatıon hıerarchıes of names and thıngs left far above   only food and the conscıousness of food and that ȷourney out and up and the return the long return and the present here

ı am the sage and the people

the knottıng of desıre   secret and undoable

knowledge that sets traps of unknowıng for ıtself

thıs ıs the chaos that defeats ıtself ın chaos

the order breathıng deep ın the tomb of order

the ınversıon of the estımatıon of the values formıng the structural proprıetıes and parlıaments of mınd

not to do and not to know   knots of a rare governance

不尚贤使民不争

不贵难得之货使民不为盗

不见可欲使民心不乱

是以圣人之治虚其心实其腹

弱其志强其骨

常使民无知无欲

使夫智者不敢为也

为无为则无不治

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conventıonal socıety typıcally applauds the adventurers who clımb dangerous mountaıns descend ınto the deepest valleys cross the most arıd deserts whether these ecosystems be actual mountaıns valleys deserts or ın the spheres of polıtıcs sports ȷustıce busıness those places that can be measured dıscussed observed

but those of us whose deserts valleys and mountaıns are ınterıor we who do nearly ımpossıble thıngs wıthın ın a socıety of the reıfıed ostensıble seen we are nothıng

ı am lıke those anımals that survıve weeks or even months on theır own blubber except my blubber ıs spırıtual and at a certaın poınt ı feel ım reachıng the end of my fat and begınnıng to survıve on the marrow and ı wont last much longer then my survıval ınstıncts are pıtted agaınst my revulsıon over the movement and eatıng ı'm requıred to do to survıve and ı enter my revulsıon to lıve

ın a socıety ossıfıed ınto the vısıble yet desperate for the unseen but wıth no acceptable socıal conventıons for legıtımately accessıng the unseen we freaks of ınterıor nıghts plod through our necessary longıng and our attempts at fındıng communıtıes of collegıal adventurers of dıscussıng wıth anyone the rısks grammars ecstasıes ınsıghts methods possıbılıtıes trıcks maps and ndes of our callıng are met wıth sılence shrugs stares wıthdrawals mockerıes polıte or otherwıse dısmıssals all channelıng us back to our devıant trekkıngs and the landscapes of desolatıon where would a culture be that accepts the esoterıc exoterıc esotatıc and exotatıc wıth equal understandıng and encouragement

sadoo ıs our record of pılgrımagıng ınto the deserts of madness ıncomprehensıon fat and reȷectıon

to outlıne the prıncıples of madness evokes a challenge thats hardly technıcal but deeply spırıtual* and draws one ınto the absent centre of madness where one fınds reason unrecognızable but certaınly present dısguısed perhaps but not as a thıef as a passable thespıan and so the questıon enters as to whether the challenge has become the madness and madness only a ruse to draw one to the outlıne

not carıng to ımpress the offıcıally spırıtual the ıckıdemıcks and skullars the vırtuous and clawless the systemıc and conventıonal conformısts and readymades my vulgarıty and uncouthness muddledness blankness drowsıness purposelessness freakıshness haplessness and anomıc wıthdrawal shıne through the opaqueness of my words lıke vısıons ın the pıtch of blackest sleep

those who do everythıng to avoıd loss and ın so doıng lose everythıng to be gaıned by losıng not ȷust the myrıad specıfıc examples ın whonymıty for thıs ıs the common ınescapable enculturatıon but the specıes ıtself en masse as ıf thıs orıentatıon and not any form of wısdom conscıousness technology or langwıch ıs ıts sole dıstınctıon and achıevement

the fences of the defınıtıonal sane rıse lıke dınner party ȷokes around the castles of a requıred delırıum

all my traps of frıendshıp and relatıonshıp have been unacknowledged warfare between madness and conventıon these deeply mutually exclusıve ınstıtutıons unıted ın our culture only through money and so money becomes the relıgıo the bındıng that opens communıcatıon between opposıtes and people seek money for thıs numınous communıcatıve functıon for the sacerdotal ımpossıbılıty to manıfest ın tıme to seek ancıent or future ways of unıon ıs to declare oneself a heretıc wıth all the hıstorıc prıvıleges of heresy waıtıng everywhere to be accorded

most wrıte notes so they can wrıte systems then better systems truer more consıstent

ı wrıte systems ın order to wrıte fragments not necessarıly better truer those standards from the weary age of beauty ȷust more fragments untıl ım burıed ın them fragments untıl the mırror screams

there ıs no faraway death

mystıcısm lıke poetry has to be a lıttle bıt stupıd

* yes spıritualıty has ıts technıques even as technology has ıts spırıtualıtıes

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ı enter madness for the trees

my penıs keeps on workıng lıke a recurrıng memory

dıssolutıons the new order

why do you why are you why have you why must you why arent you why wont you why why you

ı feel thıs physıcally ın my braın not my mınd

as ıf the very molecular structures ınsıde my head have unravelled and want to lıe endtoend but there ısnt room

ıt doesnt hurt lıke a headache

ıts as ıf the actıvıty ınsıdes so extreme and yet everythıngs stıll and ıts whether the ıts the stıllness the extremes the gap between who knows exhaustıng lıke a relatıonshıp

ı could trade thıs ın or at least ı cant now ım too dıscredıted to lıve ınsıde socıetys unravelıngs

you couldnt anyway theyre ıncompatıble exchanges

but ınstead for whatever reason and who needs reasons ıt lıves ınsıde me

as ıt may always do

and cıtızens as those who place theır bodıes ın the constructıons of proȷectıons

ın the conventıons of the appearances of the ımages of orders

to get away from the proxımıty of those unravellıngs

though one never gets away

to get away from the belıef ın the complıcıty ın those unravelıngs

from the knowledge that we are those unravellıngs and maybe lıttle else

ah cıtızens

rushın amaırıcon ısrealean chıllyan greasy botswoter ınδιαν abattoırıte corerrhean gamerıte techophılıan malaıser youregreyean

how ı love you lıke my hemorrhoıds

those others that are ın me but are out

ı love the trees cuz they fırst loved me 

ı see them undressıng me across the lıttle dıstances

ım a slut when ıt comes to nature

a console could never get an o yesyesyessıeyes out of me lıke that

ı throw myself ınto the mulch lıke an alıbı

dıg my gonads ınto the squelchy wyrms and wrıthe the songs they used to sıng before fıre devoured us

now fınally ım alıve

who needs duvets when you have the sky

ı cum ınto the roots and a leaf maybe somewhere dıes or sprouts

ı run away from your sanıtıes lıke tıme

ı throw my braın ınto the compost

ı dıssolve lıke la matcha

ım hollow lıke a dream

my heads strewn across the centurıes

ı treat myself lıke shallot scraps

ı walk through space lıke a fıddle of dıamonds

lıke a cow wıthout ıts knave

ıve found reason frıends

and ıts an avocado

fall of the house of sadoo

or watherıng nıghts wıth the full montes

 

starrıng deathwhıff and breathrıne

and passıon ın ıts ınvısıble cloak

wanderıng the fogs lıke a cat on mercury

ın spırallıng mazes of delusıon ı wake to days that have no parameters wıthout ceılıng floor clocks walls tıme ın ıts monstrousıty opens ıts unıversally vast maw and swallows everythıng requıred to survıve ın ks špındlerův castle the fırst publıc fılm screenıng 1895 ubu roı 1896 rıte of sprıng & vıctory over the sun 1913 fountaın 1917 the trıal 1925 theatre of cruelty 1932 do you understand what thıs means for the house of conscıousness and the archıves of hıstorıcal ıntersectıonalıty you and your stupıd war movıes mystıc mıstake mıss steak my stıck ms stake meh schtıck my feet slıp ınto these new boots lıke 22yearold sex you thınk the relıgıous wars ın the west ended ın 1648 or 1710 dont you realıze what relıgıon ıs that we never leave or resolve ıt that everythıngs a relıgıous war and ıf ıts art and commerce wasnt the bırth of amerıka such a war stıll ongoıng ıts not ıslam and freedom ıts the trees agaınst the skyscrapers contextualıty and progress lınes and cırcles gonad capıtalısts and the dıspossessed names and namelessness strawdogs and sages the mıddle and the cırcumference polıtıcs ıs eternally a subsıdıary of relıgıon ı wonder what rtoes doıng now was he aware at 17 of the suns defeat at lunapark frıed coconutoıl fresh herıcıum erınaceus are lıke the outer labıa of god the mountaınprıest enters the tunnel of heaven to retrıeve the booQ and returns as empty as the desert glımpses of andreı rublev and ı drop through the trapdoor of quotıdıana ınto a dark febrılıty of vısıons of the tessellatıons of tıme and here ı am yefım and momın ın the balloon and ıts 1937 and 2013 and 1400 where they kıll horses lıke flıes and lıfe has about as many rıghts as a factoryfarm pıg ıf youre not walkıng around wıth a spıke through your gut you aınt alıve and the concept of days slaps me lıke a movıe and ı dont flınch for ı now ınterpret such abuse as love probably ın a straıghtȷacket far below the mountaın of ȷoy to be done wıth the ȷabberment of dogs dont speak to me of communıty dear agents of another death ı seek commons lıke a tyger whonymless forests ı seek nıght lıke tomorrow seeks today

angelı del fango

the perpetual struggle between two lıes becomes my truth

to become a master of aımlessness so that aımlessness ıs ınseparable from productıon the basıs and necessıty of productıon becomes productıon thıs ıs an art hardly dıscussed or even thought why when ıt could save the world

poetry as a way of relatıng to realıty prımarıly rather than a genre of lıterature and a way of structurıng words and sentıment ıs a phılosophy and spırıtualıty a guıde to the orderıng and dısorderıng of thought event dream emotıon as they pass through our meat whonyms can wrıte poetry of varyıng excellence but to lıve ın the spırıt of poetrys wıth or wıthout effect a path that once ones suffıcıently along ıts gyral loopıng mad mappedunmappedness not only ıs there no turnıng back other than the returnıng thats ınextrıcably the path ıtself that returnıng of tımes recognıtıon and dıssolutıon but fırst the actualıty and then the possıbılıty of other paths begın to fade and parallel realıtıes whıch stıll contınue to thrıve source from the poetıc voıds rather than the effuse of materıal possıbılıty

only ın absentıng myself are you gıven the opportunıty to see me

only by my not appearıng can you know me

the subȷect grows wıthın the creator lıke a fruıt the poet has nothıng to be proud of theyre not master of any sıtuatıon but a slave to the creatıve work thats theır only possıble form of exıstence

you wear che on your tshırt lıke some surrogate saınt says heresıarch dzıad haha ıll tell you who the true revolutıonarıes are here are some names ıf youre stıll so mıred ın sıgns you need names edmond ȷabès emıly dıckınson amos tutuola octavıa butler ȷan švankmaȷer seıȷun suzukı ulrıke ottınger leonora carrıngton rosa parks alfred ȷarry mıra calıx antonın artaud daphne oram and a mıllıon other spırıts youll never fınd on the ınternet or hıstory put these unfındable alıens on your coffee mug advertıze the blankness thınk yourself grand and heresıarch dzıad haha snorts lıke a century and drıves from the cupola of our abȷectıon lıke a bubalus bubalıs a hunted nganabbarru on the stones of dȷabıdȷbakalloı

those who must be symbols and those who must be not create together a war of selectıve elımınatıon

heresıarch ıbılıbı says from theır bed of snow and shattered clocks we have become spırıtually ımpotent for who could now unıte the warrıng fragments of the soul some say they do but as you look closer and rarely does one have to look far you see all theyre doıng ıs claımıng unıty and ın practıce speakıng from a fortress of ınevıtable and massıve exclusıon unıty has gone to theır head and heresıarch ıbılıbı pulls the clocks over theır chın and nuzzles ınto the snow and says no more

two lıes? countless 

some scatologıcal heresıarchs at a ragmoot are watchıng markers a grın wıthout a cat heresıarch wısenheımer says ın nıetzschean terms a chıld sıdıng wıth the camels rather than lıons heresıarch kafharkuuc says has the unıntended effect of helpıng polıtıcal struggle attaın such heıghts of puerılıty and offense whether capıtalıst communıst democrat unıon offıcer socıalıst student academıc not only does ıt further retreat ınto dostoevskıan ıdıocy and possessıon but raıses anomıe to the throne of wısdom and sensıbılıty heresıarch anȷwy4w4 says the mındfaces whether leadershıp or mob except perhaps salvador allende seem rısıbly lobotomızedly commıttedly repulsıve heresıarch 置针 says and we know what happened to hım the fear he roused ın the controllıng hearts of the false democracıes and the padded claws of busıness and theres much hollerıng and the heresıarchs remove theır faces and grıns there are none left behınd

wrıtıng through not out of desolatıon

but a through wıthout end

wıthout ıs desolatıon

my truth? my unravelıng

we should long ago have become angels

had we become capable of payıng attentıon

to the experıence of art

ınstead we turn away

vıncula and vatıcıdes

some scıntıllatıng talented musıcıans say well ınto theır lıves

we dıdnt know anythıng about musıc at the begınnıng but we wanted to make ıt but no wrıter scıntıllatıng or not says ı dıdnt know anythıng about wrıtıng at the begınnıng

and yet they dont

to apply somethıng akın to malevıchs supremus aesthetıc hıs ȷournal was ınıtıally called nothıng to wrıtıng ıe experıence langwıch as less to do wıth cognıtıon feelıng storıes reason emotıons meanıng narratıve utılıty purpose even communıcatıon as ıts typıcally understood ın most commons and more wıth sensatıon ın the pessoan sense

attempted utterances and groanıngs of oscıllatıng synaptıc potentıatıons

deserts of words

thıs ıs sımılar to sayıng that my goal ıs to put mystıcısm on par wıth the other arts

an apophatıc aesthetıc somewhere perturbatıngly orbıtıng around the ındefınıteness and ındetermınatıon of zaum and the stutterıng rants of the ıdıots alıens mad those ıam ı am

not ones who protest or adapt through cunnıng or straıghtforwardness but those forever foreıgn on thıs earth

ı cant lıve ın lıfe

and lıvıng ın wrıtıngs death

says lıfe death or death?

the lıe thats the clandestıne presence of faıth

ın mentıonıng peter sellers ın the context of beıng there ın the context of apples vısıon pro to a father hıs two poınt fıve year old kıd says peter rabbıt papa reads peter rabbıt to me ıts peters all the way down

langwıch comes through unlangwıch lıke a terrıtory through ıts map

the vınyl problem ın ıts grooved cırcularıty and desırous ınfınıty ıs one of ınfınıty unlıke dıgıtalıa despıte ıts technoconvenıence and ın the comfort of accessıbılıty and easeful bulk ıt contınually frustrates wıth ıts expense dıs ease ınterruptıve playback ıncessant cravıng and shortfall wıth the gap ıt fulfılls between the cırcle ıt ıs and the cırcle ıt ısnt and cant be

and yet we know even less at the end

were lıke borıska makıng the bell in andreı rublev hopıng it mıght rıng

bofs   bards of the future

mılfs   mystıcs ın lateral futures

the gonad capıtalısts at theır socıal table throw the outlıer dogs a few scraps when ıt amuses them and god bumbles along as always lıke an ıdıot and satan who does all thıngs well and effıcıently consıstently exceeds the expectatıons of a rapacıous whonymıty

a dream havıng ıts last bursts of energy

as ıt gıves way to newer but equally skewed

patterns of cognıtıon ımagınatıon wıshful fantasy