sadood

we feature today a rare interview with sadoo diaper who we under

stand recently has been dressing up and roaming city streets alone. sadoo! – we know you’re strange but isn’t this a bit much?

most days it isn’t but sometimes i get home and think i should have done a k less or so.

i mean socially.

socially?

society, while in this case moderately and superficially tolerant, has, like everything, its limits, and it’s given to excise any excessively aberrant aspect to guarantee its own survival.

shouldn’t it then be excising itself? look. it’s possible various specimens among the masses don’t like my makeup or sartorial expression but that’s neither illegal nor even particularly aberrant. at worst some might consider it to be unfashionable, incomprehensible, distasteful, irrelevant, inappropriate or obnoxious.

but why are you doing this?

i gave up on why many years ago. and giving up on why led to giving up on you and i and he and she and it and they. this led me to give up on doing. the copulative followed. so you see your question is more or less an empty set of emptiness. if anything, i’m doing this to not do.

what do you mean sadoo? or should it be sanotdoo?

snotdoo might
doodoo. i mean (if i mean, which i doubt, often finding meaning too mean) that i may be dooing but i’m dooing without purpose (dooing with purpose we could call doing) and this without is linked somehow to this biochemical technical conglomerate (what we could call the inhabited body that maintains an appearance of speaking in the republic of the present) being attuned to different frequencies than those emitted by the worlds of doing – those worlds we could for

convenience call capitalism and which we humans are all now born into, regardless of any attunement with it, rousing all manner of defects and strategies among the misattuned for survival – a survival that isn’t simply an animal protection of their singularities but an aspect of attempting to nurture (rather than destroy) biodiversity, which surely exists not only in the forests and oceans of the world but also our cities and souls, these new and critical habitats.

i’m not sure i follow.

no need to follow.

could you try to be less difficult and restate in language that more of our audience might be able to follow?

capitalistic structures and processes work great for some of the human population (but hardly outside the human). it’s hard to quantify this as most humans are automatically enculturated into capitalism and never question it. if i’m protesting i might be protesting (most generally) humanity's strategic imbecility (and tactical implementations of this imbecility) – that as a species we're investing most of our time, money, and energy into our hyperapex predator attributes (slaughtering more and better than anything else) and little into what for me is our most distinctive talent – a kind of empathic consciousness that allows us to contextualize ourselves (individually and collectively) as part of vast and intelligent ecosystems and adapt our lives to this broader knowledge. more specifically, objecting to anthropocentrism (speciesism), its concomitant ecological degradation – and the political-lifestyle machineries we in our mob conformity are enculturated into.

how will people get that – you look like the offspring of a

jovian clown and the dropped insides of a second generation laptop?

i was told today i look like goku. but your question’s misplaced – it assumes there’s something to get, that my presentation – whether through image or text – is a tradable commodity on the image-text exchange. to put it another way, judeochristiancapitalistic society wears reason on its body of unreason. i wear unreason on my body of reason.

what?

next – sadood ii

to sadoo

in july i began wandering central mumbai like this – 

theory, as kandinsky and others say, follows practice. or rather each follows and leads (dao de jing ii – before and after follow each other). too much theory without practice (the bulk and worst of the academy) irritates as much as too much practice without theory (the bulk and worst of spheres of action).

i was compelled to wander perhaps to ask why i am compelled to wander.

after having sadooed (i verb the practice) almost 20 times – i mostly wander in the area bounded by nana chowk, jeejabai bhosle marg, dalal street, and colaba causeway: my practice so far has been silently walking solo (but responding briefly, quietly, rationally if spoken to non-threateningly) – threads emerge.

one of these is the weave of sanity – those often assumed configurations of reason and unreason,

conformity and non-conformity that imbue education and culture. it’s one thing to sadoo anonymously (responses range from indifference, fear, curiosity, camaraderie, laughter, ridicule, …), it’s another to be faced (befaced?) like this in my housing co-op (frequently with the politics of a small village) where i am somewhat known. a neighbor-friend is asked routinely if i’ve gone crazy. (but surely this

question/judgment has been around for years.) i'm asked directly if i'm ok. i hear someone whispering to a friend as i approach don't say anything.

i call it sanity currency. i experience it as a necessary parallel currency to money. as humans scrimmage for economic currency to survive and accumulate artifacts, prestige, power, so we scrimmage for psychic currency: a decent amount of human language is devoted to explicitly and implicitly sorting out hierarchies of what's 'normal'.

in my co-op it used to anger-annoy me when others – particularly those in leadership positions – would easily label others as insane or sane, when the epistemological bases for their perspectives seemed dubious, as open for critique as their critique of others. such labelling still bothers me but has more grown into curiosity about the assumptions we make about mental health, how not infrequently our working definitions about psychic-emotional-mental wellness serve particular interests of our own rather than broader pluralities or the humans we're judging (or perhaps ostensibly trying to 'help'.) 

(a lot has been written about this of course. i’m more inclined to the thoughtful experienced expressions outside of or on the margins of institutionalized psychology [psychiatry, therapy, wellness, …] than ‘mainstream’ orientations.)

i sadoo, perhaps, in part, to continue to question, in a more embodied way, our cultural biases and hierarchies about how to live well, circumscriptions and possibilities in and around this ‘how’ – to further feel, see, know, doubt what it means for me to explore humanness in a pyretically technological environment that's endemically obsessed with hierarchies.

infinite regress of a technological face farce

the world is nothing in a pretty box

are we smart enough to know how smart animals are?

surely an advantage of our present technospiritual environment is that we can choose our taxonomic rank – at

least emotionally, familially, aesthetically, cognitively – and choose to belong to the kingdom of plantae or fungi rather than animalia. what we are born into biologically can then be influenced and even superseded by what we are born into existentially, even as we are not bound by our dna-upbringing, by the labels of others. the freedom – let these choice illusions last forever! – recent voids have granted us permit our claims that reach past the margins of biology into the fission of imagination and desire.

i am a plant with extra leaves … these extras i call technology.

in this era of protests, of protests protesting protest, of binaries and waste and blood and inane insecurities,

protester sadoos join in!

we protest (most generally) humanity's strategic imbecility (and tactical implementations of this imbecility) – that as a species we're investing most of our time, money, and energy into our hyperapex predator attributes (slaughtering more and better than anything else) and little into what seems our most distinctive talent – a kind of empathic consciousness that allows us to contextualize ourselves (individually and collectively) as part of vast and intelligent ecosystems and adapt our lives to this broader knowledge. more specifically, objecting to anthropocentrism, ecological degradation – and the political-lifestyle machineries that we in our mob conformity are enculturated into.

it’s not that sadoos necessarily object to eating animals, but that we’re confused by the exclusion of humans from this

eating. our vegetarianism and veganism is birthed from this confusion.

as a human mammal deep-educated in long traditions of dominance and hierarchy, i unquestionably assumed certain rights for grey and wealthy decades. as the unquestioning became questioning, i gradually have switched my allegiance from the mammals of my ancestry and become a technological plant.

              any stereotypes you attempt to incarcerate me in are your regressions and degradations … i am molecular energy dressing up and down in words.

metamorphosis without end

i made a bed for myself of books and slept on it. it was 3 meters high and 2 meters wide and 2 meters long and i used

no sheets but slept on the books directly. i built a staircase of books to climb up and i learned to influence my dreams by the placement and relation of books, their proximity to different parts of my body. i let no one see my bed and no one slept with me for i had become tired of love.

i no longer read. after decades of voracious reading, after

being overcome by books so much the world in its dimensionality became ugly, clichéd, with neither grace nor vision, human society a risible heap of battling bugs insanely proclaiming its grandeur and supremacy, i stopped. i had lost the ability to absorb books through sight and reason, through the act of cognitively and imaginatively interpreting text – these weary servants of a wearier culture, of a sickened literacy. i needed a different way to bring books inside me, i wanted a new relation with them. what better way than having full bodily contact and absorbing them more directly, during sleep. for the best books are written as though in a dream and surely the best way to read them is to take them in through our skin as we’re dreaming. using our cognitive capacities while we’re awake is an obviously inferior method, a legacy from the primitive age of knowledge, and i grew excited again about encountering my favourite books in ways i never had before.

i dreamt new dreams – sprawling phantasmagoria. colours rewired and dripping down architectures that redefined

science. narratives so disturbing, coherent, irrational, seductive i woke up with the top layer of books drenched and would have to carefully dry the affected volumes out.

i began building a house of books to house my bed. a modest affair. bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, a common area for eating and hanging out and working, a sunroom for whatever. everything of books. the sinks, toilet, bathtub, furniture, trinkets and decorations, bookshelves. books are all.

in time – the reader will have expected it – i became a book.

like gregor. i lived by myself so there was no external drama. i lived grounded in the totality of books so there was no internal drama.  there was no story. this is the story.

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an amodest cana bull

 today sadoo diaper yanks montaigne’s of cannibals and swift’s a modest proposal into an overpopulated troubled

derealized 2017.

first let us observe that european christian society and its yakking screaming supercilious child – global capitalistic society – have hardly proven themselves, even with the ostensible advances of democracy, feminism, diversity, religious and sexual freedom, technological, scientific, and medical delights. considering the lack of progress in anything but the accumulation of physical and abstract things – a progress we can hardly consider progress – radical major surgery on the corpulent collective human body becomes necessary.

next let us propose that condo-farmed, plant-based humans become a food source for earth’s critically endangered species. let’s get human numbers down to manageable levels and use those condo cells for something useful. (home ownership is for historical fiction and virtual comedy – get all those ridiculous mortgagors into condos and fatten them up with useful goodness!)

let’s put our ideals where our cutlets are by living our entertainment and stopping talking about caring for the earth and animals and beginning doing it. (a bonus – reality tv might finally become exciting, finally connected to a reality that matters.)

don’t vote green! vote the human meat party!

your instinctual (aka blindly educated) response might be – this is too much sadood. too much.

no. we’re actually too much the way we are now.

and it’s not a big step at all if you decide to apply your brain to something other than your own aggrandizement and the promotion of your tribal interests – that old war we call virtuous just because it's dressed in new clothes.

the difference between a pig and a human is minimal and the latter – just because they have bigger weapons – directly kill almost 200,000,000 mammals annually. imagine if we eliminated that number of humans every year!

plus … humans have already sexually commoditized themselves to be little more than an overdressed meat market. our flesh is just food for us presently – might as well share it with those we’ve been relentlessly cruel to on no basis other than a deeply troubled archaic assumption that humans are innately superior to everything else.

if slaughter, stupidity, and sex are what humans are primarily using their brains for, why not begin using human meat to truly help the world and physically-spiritually tone ourselves? big yoga, without the lulu.

it’s time to stop blabbing, tweeting, and posting about equality, diversity, and sustainability … and start living them.

we’ll not only slow the extinction rate of 1,200 species annually, reduce the 800 million kilograms of garbage dumped into the sea, 40 million tonnes of toxic waste, 26,000 cubic metres of radioactive waste, 1.6 million hectares of deforestation … but we might in the process even save ourselves.

all other proposals (even the seemingly sanest from the cutest political leaders like true beau [featured recently in the stalling ruin]) are like putting bandaids on a decapitation. the sadoo’s proposal is simple and effective – let’s avoid the decapitation.

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languages of social capitalism

the sun in the city and the sun in the wilderness. different suns. the moon in the city and the moon in the wilderness. different moons. the i in the city and the i in the wilderness. different i’s. sameness in the city and sameness in the

wilderness. different sameness. time in the city and time in the wilderness. different time. humans in the city and humans in the wilderness. same humans.

i wake up in the trees. i am a monkey and think monkey thoughts. the trees have a life of their own and i try to listen to them in my stupidity. when i think i am a monkey am i less a monkey than when i don’t think i am a monkey? that i have no definitive answer to this may indicate something about being a monkey or not being a monkey or thinking or not thinking about being a monkey but i’m unsure what that might be and whether i’d look in my monkeyness or my not-monkeyness (if it even exists) or even something else to find it.

the laboratory is no government-funded academy-infused business-executed controlled-access venue of sterility but the unfunded autodidactic postmanagement dewalled spaces of a referalized self.

how would i walk through time but by watching time walk through me?

hi coo!

the sun too rises

like facebook in the east and

a whale somewhere dies

nothing like you my

dear to storm the sunny seas

and kill with smiled love

the more society feels threatened by its exclusions (now worlds too vast to measure), the more it recreates these exclusions within itself as oneiric substances of synthesized potencies ...

that blood is no longer tribal is an orientation we have hardly

begun to constructively accept and explore. the function of bloodfamily (and by extension the tribe) as bulwark against the world’s danger and darkness is nonsensical when family has become fragmented and bonds are formed not by anything as primitive as copulative genetics or random socialpsychic formulations but by an inchoate spirituality technology in its infantility seeks to make manifest.

which academic could ever object to cultural appropriation? scholarship is the official industry of cultural appropriation.

a joke for mystics –

q – what did the via cataphatic and via negativa say to each other?

a –

art is the distortion of an unendurable reality

hearing with equal energy, in varied forms, from various societal sectors –

            we are technology

            we are nature

            we are gods

            we are humans

                 …

            to hold within each – and the fullness of each –

(without systematizing, reducing, hierarchizing …) …

the slow euphemized slaughter of land, water. hatred of silence, stillness, purposelessness, unidentifiability (namelessness). purpose a function of judeochristiancapitalism, of that configuration of time that enthrones ends in its geometric texts, capitalism taking the ends and dominations of its judeochristian heritage and coking out on them in the trash of god.

objectifying madness the way mckenna objectified psychedelics – and isn’t madness just the raw psychedelic of the soul before it’s been baked by society into product for commercial use on the exchanges of sanity?

what are these wrecked widgets of consciousness around

the i, orbiting like kamikaze fractals in a technological dust?

       oh robots! – annihilate us save us humiliate us love us

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