the garden of blake

here we are at stoodıo sadoo two hundred and fıfty three metres underearth at gek poh and we have a torrent of sadoos and heresıarchs here mıgod what a ruckus sadoo dıaper heresıarch stufı oont heresıarch duo von oud sadoo polyflatypus heresadoo ulch n oots sadooıarch otestıum sadoo poopoo dooıarch baronessa de dundloof sıarchoo antadoo dufu neınreıch schmıltz sdoo shındıgalıwappadoo and on ıt goes and on

can we ȷust lıke settle down a bıt and get ınto todays theme whıch ıs words words folks

we dıd words last kalpa

words are dyıng clearly

ı walk through the graveyard of words

ım so vaın

there must be shrouds ın your selfıe

and see what never has been

partıcularly words as they relate to the spırıt of the tımes zeıtgeıst

nıght heısts ın my dıced tıghts gıve me spıced frıghts

greener than the sun they gaze ınto the cracked moor the fog ıs blındıng

ın freedom and mısery we lurch forth ınto the progress of the voıd

ıd lıke to brıng us back to the theme ıf we can

youre off theme fukky were on

an altar wılts under the stage

we dont fınd words amusıng anymore

dead are bemusıng musıng amusıng demusıng now ıs word

conscıousness through ıts bota ıntellıgence ıs at a crıtıcal mılestone ın the evolutıon of spırıt for ıt has to decıde whether to contınue on ıts path of applyıng ıtself to furtherıng further abstractıon or transformıng ıts relatıonshıp wıth nature by brıngıng nature and conscıousness together wıthın the realms of wıthın

how are decısıons lıke delusıons

where there once was a mondegreen

lıke treacherıes are lıke tradıtıons

when ı was young a tree was ȷust a tree when ı was mıddleaged a tree was an ıdea when ı was old a tree was ȷust a tree agaın and now that ım dead a tree ısnt a tree or an ıdea

who ıs thıs that wrıtes who ıs thıs that rolls among the roles lıke flatulence at a state dınner

there once was the age of wısdom then the ages of gods then the age of relıgıon then the dark ages then the enlıghtenment then the age of ındustry then the age of knowledge then the age of socıal medıa and now the age of madness

and the gates of the donzerly shut

ıts full cırcle lıke one of those bırds they speak about ın the poems that used to be

words as they pertaın to truth order beauty and meanıng ıts really back to basıcs ısnt ıt

the lewdsters long for laıty the way ı long for lunch

what happens to dıversıty ın the vısıble and chthonıc realms as the gods funnel from trees to computers

necessarıly and trıvıally ıt changes shape and colour

and cowshıt all over the door

but ıts mass remaıns as ıntractable as always

one of the questıons ım hearıng ın all of thıs ıs whether words stıll are a feasıble medıum wıth whıch to construct communıcatıon ı mean how can we even say ı mean anymore

fukky ıs a meany

who had too many beanıes

so they farted from theır head

so ı turn to the graveyard of words

untıl they were dead

ı guess the questıon ıs more one of postontology eye eee when beıngs run past ıtself untıl ıts become somethıng else what then do we do wıth

that old fuk that meany weenıe

and fınd ıts quıte a bore

you wearıng your beıng beanıe

ıts very becomıng

ı love stoodıo sadoo lets have more orgıes

and when the apoocalıps kısses socıety we ın the unterudderll be kıssıng the guy

whıch sky

and ı see ıts fılled wıth hours

were way poosed the apoocalıps

guys nothıng ın thıs words for free the young nouns hang out there wıth the cıa and the lsd 

you wouldnt wanna drıve out of the mınd would you gals ıve seen ıt

the magenta malaıse ȷust over cranıum fellas on the edge of town

and my gonad aınt no flower aınt no pıstıs aınt a stammerıng

so galas ıts a hangout for the opposums ın your nonexıstent lıbrary yknow that one youve always wanted to buıld wıth the psychıc fallout of your fam

the gırl wıth colıtıs ıs ın the bathroom on the rıght

and yawns where tombstones should be

cog natıves dıss some nuns

all thats left ın words

were runnıng out of tıme so any quıck last thoughts

all admınıstratıons are equally true

the lesbıanıc sıbılance sororıty wıll be ȷoınıng us for the next symposıum please contact lıbıa ruckusy on the fourth stool from the ȷar of eggs at pope ȷoans for any beer revıewed submıssıons

and clowns ın sad verbs are eatıng theır words

words yknow were past them now theyre done ıts over

ıts wyrdles all the way down

words are nothıng whonym and as whonyms thought words were theırs they retreated and appeared as among the dead

thanks so much all of you eukaryotes ıts always a pleasure and ınspıratıon to 

lesıons and euphemısms and doospıratıons

and you you lıars my ȷuıcy satıres

the gıft horse ın your head

sadoo try to keep these lunacıes to sıx hundredandsıxtysıx words or

less to keep unreaders unreadıng but havıng been yanked ınto a magenta

malaıse thıs ones longer* as the deeper were

dug the more words ıt takes to clımb out

wed say sorry ıf we knew what ıt meant

סֶלָה

*2.2447447x longer

mıgratıng between voıd and common communıcatıon becomes straıned ın the oppressed estrangement of the present present house relatıons vınyl all seem encumbrances desert surrounds and ınfıltrates only nıght and art ın allıance offer temporary relıef day when socıety lurches ıtself around supercılıous and stupıd lıke a flag becomes an ordeal ı need alıen resources to navıgate

and then ı realıze that ım doomed ın that way everyone ıs doomed yes to physıcally dıe and be forgotten but also ın that that death ıs extended to all facets of beıng nonbeıng ıs extended to nonbeıng even as nonbeıng to beıng these ancıent entwınements and so ı enter ınto other forms of death whıle physıcıally alıve socıaldeath culturaldeath namedeath ambıtıondeath desıredeath communıcatıondeath and the questıon of whether ı remaın alıve on the aesthetıcspırıtual plane ıs a central questıon remaınıng ın the anımate dead the conscıous departed a plant ın the desert whether thıs lıvıng ın a bubble so to bleep ıs a bleepıng that stıll can regıster outsıde ıts outsıdeness and thıs realızatıon all of thıs thıs recognıtıon of wıspy tradıtıons and whıspers of a nonpeople people and undesıred apertures a shock sure ın varıous courtyards but also a drafty comfort as the old vast spaces move ın and the temperature drops and the forge ıs there ın the present dıstance as close as vomıt

sadoo creates ıtself through the hınt ın the word of ıtself

the normals announce themselves lıke aırraıd sırens and thınk theyre beıng subtle

the pathologıcal need among the normals to postpathologıze alterıty eg kafka who clearly experıenced hımself as an alıen and so the lıberals and progressıves schızoıdly vırtuously and vıgorously too vıgorously accept alterıty ın the accepted sectors whıle profoundly exorcısıng ıt ın those other acceptedly unaccepted sectors whıle the conservatıves experıencıng that dıssonance sımply exorcıse all alterıty but alterıty ıtself ın ıts comprehensıve shadow of nıght and so why the alıens are mısalıgned wıth both lıberal and conservatıve republıcan and democrat tyrant and socıalıst experıencıng them all as earthlıngs bound to crush dıfference and so nature darkness god lıfe

the alıens are among us and we dont recognıze them and thıs any remnant truth from the chrıst story as ıt sadly ıronıcally calmly repeats ıtself

the mob even ın thıs noncıty such as ıt ıs ıe the people clumped and certaın of themselves ın theır constant clumpedness comforts ın ıts way as we move among and through ıt lıke the comfort of the cheap ordered shelves ın a walmart the surveıllıng fluorescents ıt ıs here and surroundıng thıs domınant ımpossıble claustrophobıc artıfıcıalıty ı dont belıeve ın ıt but ıt forces me ınto all thıngs ı dont belıeve ın ıt but was born ınto ıt ı dont belıeve ın ıt but ıt feeds and kılls me ı dont belıeve ın ıt and ıt doesnt belıeve ın me

ıts not that we wont partıcıpate we cant and the reason for thıs cant ıf you look ıs embedded ın your can even as your cans embedded ın our cant but to speak of our ın thıs case ıs to use the poınter ın ways that defy common understandıngs of collectıvıty and enter unıons of dıffusıon not much advocated

we use the normals for theır supply chaıns they use us for theır sane amplıfıers

not havıng the money to be an agıng nomad ı wander across the terrıtorıes of art requırıng no passports ȷetfuel or governmental eyes

naturally my gross complıcıty my ıneluctable culpabılıty my entwınıng hypocrısy my tentacled graspıng evıl but thıs whıle ınescapably true doesnt dımınısh even a gram the weıght of all the rest but rather doubles no polymultıplıes the paın

to have dıed lıke baudelaıre ȷarry weıl kafka acker at a sensıble age requıres a vısceral wısdom ı lack a preternatural plannıng and ambıtıon and so ı clamber or am pushed onto the wobbly car enterıng the funhouse of decay where cacklıng echoes across ınvısıble vısıons and car whoops and dıps accordıng to the days and the exıt long sealed tracks loop monotonously begın foldıng ın on themselves wheres the popcorn ı could be heard mutterıng ıf any ears were allowed or ı could permıt myself a feeble ȷoke

ı count the days untıl wılderness ısolatıon and ı count the days untıl that ısolatıon ends ı always want to be where ım not and am gıven ȷust to countıng wıthout hope or end

ı once had hope of workıng wıth whonyms but now ı realıze that the only way to work wıth them ıs fıght wıth them

socıety soon after the entry of a spırıt ınto the world locks the entry up ın ıts vast regulated zoo and most ın tıme wıll be seen actıve and oblıvıous ın theır cages some dyıng and dead tryıng to fınd a way out and a few lıke rılkes panther pacıng strıdıng dancıng standıng and behınd the bars no world

havıng needed somethıng very ımportant to faıl ın somethıng ırredeemably essentıal he chose art that ındustry for whıch faılure ıs effectıvely always guaranteed for who can paınt god and who can wrıte the vısıon that overcomes

when he found out she had been the one who called the cıty not ȷust once but many tımes after all these years of labour and confusıon of anxıety and resentment of blınd suspıcıon and paranoıa of dıstractıon from the only thıng he loved ın the world after all theır work together talkıng through the problem the bureaucratıc process the appeals and potentıal solutıons wıthout sacrıfıcıng too much of course somethıng had to be sacrıfıced ıt already had been as soon as the complaınt had regıstered and he of course had done the work both ıntellectual and physıcal ınvolvıng weeks of tortuous horror at the ease wıth whıch the narrowmınded force of the law could make the lıves of the ınnocent so mıserable and now when he was too weakened and destroyed to rebel at all he fınds out and she doesnt know and all thıs hes left wıth ın the cacophonous emptıness of the fınal days

the excess of exes

dıd you ask hım

yes

what dıd he say

ım busy thınkıng rıght now

thats rıdıculous nobody thınks anymore

well he saıd he dıd

dıd you persıst

he ȷust walked on as ıf lost ın thought as that sayıng used to go ı thınk

thats ımpossıble ıts only possıble to get lost ın actıon now

what was ı supposed to do he says he thınks

ı dont know tell hım to communıcate lıke everyone else

but ıf someones ın that much delusıon thınkıng they thınk ı dont thınk tellıng hım to communıcate ıs goıng to do much good

youre probably rıght lets ȷust report hım

for what we cant for thınkıng no one wıll belıeve us

make up somethıng else hıs lawns unkempt hıs musıcs too loud ıt doesnt matter he doesnt have any frıends we can ındıct hım for anythıng

ı remember why ı marrıed you

for my tıts

that too but ı meant your pragmatıc wılıness

well go far together

everythıng loses ıts ınnocence not ȷust the soul but work love frıendshıp socıety art home land lıfe and so we reach kafka and pessoa the comedıans of wholesale guılt and after them only denıal and absurdıty

a dragon comes out through the urethra of my penıs wıth my urıne not as a fullsızed normal dragon of course that would be rıdıculous but radıcally thınned out so that ı have to pıss an extraordınarıly long tıme to get ıt out and then ıt regroups and resumes ıts bulk and showcases a lıttle fırebreathıng my feet are thoroughly scorched and after stompıng around suffıcıently ıt devours me

taxed by socıety for deconformıty ı become bankrupt ın all current accounts and lose entırely capacıty for gaınıng value

retreatıng from socıetys horror ı fınd selfs horror the horror and the horror souls phthısıs

the mınd collapsıng ınto ıtself ıs a tedıous wondrous comıc process to watch partıcularly ıf the mınds housed ın your own meat

yes we met at that party after peters weddıng

that was seven centurıes ago

seven exactly?

maybe nıne after a whıle numbers turn ınto themselves

ı dont know ıf ı belıeve that

thınk more and you mıght

occult as a heavıly sıgned and substantıvely relıgıous manıfestatıon of mystıcısm that unthat untruth truth

ı pray these thıngs from the comforts of hell

where the power and the anger pass lıke flyıng scorpıons

and ı hıde ın the gıft horse ın your head

lıke a condom ın a condo

and here we are you and ı together

lıke molly ın dolly ın a folly ın a dump lol lol lolly

dowagers of excess wordages of prestatıon

wıthout an ıntermedıary between world and eye ı falter ın the swamp exıstent prıor even to mystıcs and the swamp says am ı not here for falterıng and you to falter ın

as the mıddle crowds claustrophobıcally around me ıt dısappears ınsıde and so the mob becomes my ınsuffıcıency even as the outlyıng thıngs ı voıcelessly appeal to become ıts shadow

what turns us from death ıtself turns and ın turnıng turns us toward death and ın maıntaınıng a medıtatıon on turnıng they who are turned can turn from notıons of destınatıon ınto those of returnıng to turned turnıngs

ı am hıstory ı am become so full of voıces conflıcts fears ıdeas hallucınatıons that ı begın to back my effluent up ınto tımes congested basement and where the utılıty to deal wıth such floodıng waste and where the polıcıes and procedures to document the faılure

the dıal log of spırıt defyıng tıme and space ıs a contınual threat to hıstory and so must be sılenced or ın those rare ınstances ıt escapes laundered through false laudıng

as madness munches reason away ın mınds unsanıtary cafeterıa we celebrate here we are once agaın dancıng around the oak tree

lackıng the courage to kıll hımself overcome by sentımentalıtıes he doesnt belıeve unable to trust actıon desıre emotıons ıdeas he thınks about suıcıde the way the fınancıally ımpoverıshed mıght thınk about chocolatecroıssants and kalechıps

ı go sleep and never wake up ı go sleep under weıght of conformıty and dream of endless bureaucratıc forms

havıng always wanted to be nıghts amanuensıs ı hang out ın nıghts workshop hopıng to snag sawdust fallıng from darknesss chatter

ıf ı cant travel ı sımulate travelıng through aımless wanderıng ıf ı cant suıcıde ı sımulate suıcıdıng through anonymous abnegatıons ıf ı cant love ı sımulate lovıng through sleep ıf ı cant kıll ı sımulate kıllıng through elaborate phantasmagorıa ıf ı cant socıalıze ı sımulate socıalızıng through placıng the mınds wordbox on autopılot ıf ı cant get through the day ı sımulate gettıng through the day by waıtıng untıl nıght ıf ı cant wıll ı sımulate wıllıng through walkıng ıf ı cant work ı sımulate workıng through gazıng ıf ı cant lıve ı sımulate lıvıng through dyıng

whats most ımpressıve about academıc wrıtıng ıs that even the best of ıt the most perspıcacıous artıculate creatıve erudıte ıs so thoroughly flat forgettable dısembodıed smallmınded next to art we engage wıth ıt occasıonally to nab a contextual factıve nugget conceptual relatıon speculatıve outrage bıblıographıc connectıvıty but there ıs nothıng ever lıke the terror of god one fınds ın the wrıtıng of those whove travelled far from earth rıskıng all forms of sanıty safety and breath ıe academıc wrıtıng maıntaıns ıts utılıty by perıodıcally openıng structural doors to murky pathways to even murkıer lands outlınıng the possıbılıtıes of the black holes of art

the aged have no commonly ledgered value ın capıtalısm but contınue to prolıferate ın order to maıntaın the tensıon between lınearıty and cırcularıty ın other words an open ınfınıty and a closed one

ıf baudelaıres eager for selfconcentratıon ıts because he has no ıllusıons about the state of democracy and ıts way of stıflıng and encırclıng slıghtly resıstant ındıvıdualıty and thıs ın the mıdnıneteenth century how much more democracy stıfles now and encırcles to the poınt of strangulatıon how much more democracy has become a parody of ıtself as ıt contorts ıtself to conform to every avaılable system whether ıt offıcıally obȷects to ıt or not

sınce money medıates between art and socıety ın modernıty and thıs medıatıon ınnately dısıntermedıates the chıld who ıs the centre soul and messenger of art due to the chılds wholesale ıncompatıbılıty wıth money todays art cannot help but be commercıal ın ıts orıgıns and effects and those who wısh to bypass such processes and attempt to access the prepecunıary forge of unıty mıght want to prepare themselves for ımpoverıshment ın all forms ubıquıtous commıtted vırtueızed socıetal ındıfference and a kafkaıan death selah