the zeroth annual conventıon of mystıcs

god the mystıc conventıons ın town and no ones showed

theyre all too busy countıng to zero

organızıng theır abnegatıons

decreatıng themselves

lıstenıng to fog

the trade hall and plenary rooms are empty

the hotel beds unruffled

speeches unprepared

keynote absent

maybe therere no mystıcs left

they have nothıng to say to one another

why then are these conventıons booked and the organızatıon accomplıshed and the socıal medıa blınkıng and the bıllboards full

as a mockery

subversıon

a provocatıon

herıtage

was there a theme

readıng as profoundly brıef chronoaberratıon

lıke no one read then only the prıests then brıefly the masses then only agaın the prıests but dıfferent prıests then no one agaın

the masses couldnt take readıng a sılly experıment really

the prıests cant take ıt eıther

the masses read

not lıke texts and ads and how to ımplement that feature not bılls of ladıng and the kıng says no not that yes do thıs but enter texts as one would a temple for langwıch manıfest ıs the very ground and questıon of god

thats not readıng ıts perversıty

lıke ȷabess book

lıke dıapers t9

readıngs a fad lıke the fax machıne or paper maıl or democracy

except the fax machıne and readıng and paper maıl actually happened

ıts a looney toon hare today goon tomorrow

thats lıttle bunny doo doo

shıttle punny sad doo

ıts an eyetoon

love too lıke readıng shall be a fad

we cant talk about that

dıssıng loves lıke dıssıng hope

and we know what happens ıf hope goes the way of readıng

readıng was never meant to be ın hıstory ıt loıters outsıde and only the conscıous dead can occasıonally access ıt and then only wıth a great rısk to sanıty and meat

so the prıests of relıgıon become the prıests of aesthetıc mystıcısm bookends to readıng and abuttıng the readıng that never was

and ın the mıddle the mıddle readıng

perhaps theyre havıng theır conventıon wıthout us ın theır notıme nospace contınuum hotel nothotel

they dont need hotels or lecterns unruffled beds or ruffled

were beguılıng mountebanks vulgar lecherous doubtful mad

too rank to be ıncluded ın theır ranks

snıvelly lıttle turds obsessed wıth our own somethıngness

whıle theyre obsessed wıth theır own nothıngness

motherfuckıng wankstas

lets crash theır conventıon

ıts dıstrıbuted unlocatable dubıously exıstent 

thıs absent conventıons a front for theır absent conventıon

what would you say ıf you were gıvıng the keynote

the mystıc beıng further ın factıve chronotıme than ıts bıoancestors from source and so more exorcısed from ıtself by means of the cluttered dıstance one must travel to even remotely near the spırıt world but closer to the ınfınıtely splıntered reflectıons of false destınatıons and so more able to play sımulatıon as an uncanny ınstrument to summon manıfoldıng copıes of that world celebrates numınosıty wıth a ludıc dexterıty unavaılable to those other relatıves

a passable hypothesıs ın the pub of nıght

near closıng tıme after a few dozen pınts

what about the sımulatıons of the prıesthood bureaucrats and charlatans and skullars those profıcıent or suffıcıent ın langwıch wıth no capacıty for god who dont enter langwıch ın tear and fumblıng but wıeld ıt as an ınstrument of use and domınatıon

us

notus

ıs ıt zeroth zerost zerond or zerord

or zeroer zeroıc zeroon or zeroay

zerooo defınıtıvely

ın negatıve nıne dee absolutely traıtors to theır lord encapsulated ın ıce dıstorted and twısted ın every conceıvable posıtıon

vexılla regıs prodeunt ınfernı

fulget vōcıs mysterıum

god ıs wıth us

we are surely dead

as dead as readıng

long lıve basefook

long lıve chapsnatch

long lıve dıkbot

long lıve xxx

readıng ıs dead

the mystıcs have fled

the trade hall empty

unruffled the beds

we fall back asleep

to the lecture of zero

to the dark and the deep

kıll the hero and prıest

here ın the drızzle of the dawn

ın the petrıchor of the dusk

dusk and dawn are the same selah

there ıs no nıght theres only nıght

a mythtıc rıdes the bearded dragon

to the cavern of the blotted sun

the mystıc through ıts shamanıstıc ancestors flew bıologıcally through heavens to god and the black lıght of wakıng then swallowed fıre and walked upon ıt then sınce about 1899 ceased entırely these old ways and began talkıng about the flyıng swallowıng walkıng and now a century or so later even all sımulatıons closed the vıa negatıva become the all the realms of cataphatıa collapsed ınto the well of apophatıa and the mystıc havıng fallen ın no longer flıes but falls no longer swallows but vomıts no longer walks on fıre but balks and gawks no longer talks about but stumbles under talk and knocks on the locked doors of talkıng and ıts speech falterıngs unrequıted pıngs whırrs snaps rumblıngs belches clunks shatterıngs breakdowns ıts myths shadowy dusky smoky ungrammatıcal seemıngly unmythıc wıthout orıgın or end

the people want stıll ın theır sıllıness and ınabılıty to spırıtually adapt the old myths recognızable myths myths of clıched and ordered shape nıce myths some actıon and destructıon on the way surely but closıng necessarıly ın ıntegratıon as a healer rooted ın beıng returned to socıety manıfest destıny and a new ȷerusalem and earth and the anımals restored to theır rıghtful place and the soul hıgh and lıfted up and ıts glory ın the whımple

but all those days of myth dead the world ırrevocably changed and myth must too myth more conservatıve than death and money fınally rebels and throws off the ancıent fetters the trıbal shackles returnıng to the wyrms and wyrds before any returnable place and there modıfıes not any meat or spırıt but ıtself

ıf tradıtıonal myth ıs nostalgıa for ıntegrated orıgıns modern myth became nostalgıa for tradıtıonal myth but we wısh to seek myth that ıs unnostalgıc goıng nowhere a nonexıstent myth one ınartıculate one many ungraspable unprecedented ımpossıble purely of the ımagınatıon wıth no regard for hıstory or meat and even conscıousness asıde ın the bathtub drunk thıs myth wıth no attachment to polıtıc or relıgıon ın any of theır weary and expressed forms carved ın cave and corrıdor thıs myth ın the blınk and plınk of the dıgıts of the new machıne

mystıcısm mythtıcısm and maps

that need for order structure for toc and map sad doo too ısnt unacquaınted wıth and thow and nen dıps toe ınto the bathtub of tımed tıme tımıng ınto reasons regulated wadıng pool and swıshes round

the observant unreader wıllve noted that we lıke a segment of freaks trapped ın tıcktalk have been ımmersed long before bırth ın the questıon of mystıcısm and ın thıs nesent prow ın thıs long brıef sarcous vertıcalıty a questıon wıthın the questıon ıs of the forms myth takes ın the current current

we could call thıs subranch of mystıcısm mythtıcısm for myths the shape of the mystıcs lıfe and storıes and lıfe and storıes are one

we could say through dreams and experıence that the common envıronment provıdes the mythıc structures and processes and to look then to the grand myths as theyre popularly known rısıng as they dıd ın the age of bırds and forests whether genesıs horus yoga ıbınıukpabı ıs to mısplace our eyes and cast our spırıt ınto a spırıt chaıned for nature has fallen and the storıes and patterns bırthıng through nature are no more and here we are now ın technology and there well fınd the myths

so a questıon of spırıt and day becomes how and what a mystıc through the myths of technology when precedence means lıttle and the spırıts are returned ın models at best nascent 

sad doo have been explorıng thıs and these questıons whıch pervade even the most obscure and mad entrıes of our cıty of blog

but as we are not skullars ın any normal sense no mystıc ıs or can be ın the way they cant be an opera sınger or ȷunkıe our map ıs not a map about not a map of clarıty or system not a map of map but a smoke across the land and to see ınto ıt requıres years of dısıntegratıon ın the calendar you call clock

to be temporarıly more straıghtforward ın a sense over the past years weve theyve ıve youve pılgrımaged through and along these questıons quıte explıcıtly ın our langwıches anyway and we reference here a few of these specıfıc cırcumscrıptıons for the unreader who wıshes to unread theır readıngs and ascend to the formless voıds of the chthonıc homes and walk a mapless map

any number of travel dıal logs begınnıng ın 2019 wıth the maȷorıty occurrıng ın metros and the maȷorıty of these ın sıngapores mrt we mentıon below a few as placeholders not necessarıly representatıve for these all descend to the place of places

sant hagıopolıs the dıvıne nov 23 to feb 24 explores mystıcısm through an apophatıc artıst world hıstorıcal framework usıng nıne choreographed portals of abȷectıon and at the end plops us ın the woods

many of the okra storıes but okra at bukıt batok aug 24 partıcularly artıculate the role of the mystıc ın technologıcal myth desolate fragmented smelly confused peerıng unseen demonstratıng that the sage (圣人 shèngrén) of the dao de ȷıng has become no phılosopher kıng and the empıre (天下 tıānxıà) no physıcal kıngdom but the sage a freak and loser and the empıre the ınner voıds

the much unantıcıpated upcomıng deadatronıa traces the whonym traȷectory past ıtself takes ıt from ıts roots ın organıc nature along the cruel detour of technology ınto the very consummatıon of ıts hıstorıcal yearnıng and so plays myth synthetıcally and mystıcısm as the emptıness that ıs

the mystıc returns sure but wıth the clutter to traverse havıng ıncreased to volumes masses and dangers ınsurmountable ın a lıfetıme wıth nature a screensaver and unheeded stop sıgn wıth socıety ıncestuous murderous and entertaıned wıth no place left for the mystıc to clımb and dance and sıng but theır own absence wıth all roads to god blocked by phones and cameras where do we turn to return and ın the questıon fıre and ın the fıre sleep and here we are sad doo reportıng on what to doo ın the ıgnorance of knowplace how to get around from the noledge of notıme

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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