25.9.19

call for mystics

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(or fukky and diaper poop it up)

i’m fukky risotto and we’re shitting here today with sadoo diaper in the common privy of tatica at the end of the world. thanks for shitting with us diaper

love it fukky

a number of our unreaders have been asking about what skills you’d recommend if they’re interested in becoming mystics

there’s not just one kind of mystic fukky so it really depends on what your unreaders want to become … or unbecome to be more realistic

they’re your unreaders diaper

what my unreaders want to unbecome

are we then really talking about unbecoming unmystics

i’m never quite sure what’s really being talked about

or untalked

we’ve unbeen unthrough unthe unthing unbefore

unweave

deyeah deok

but isn’t this a prime example of mysticism?

uning and deing?

yeah – mysticism dedoes, it doesn’t go anywhere, our conversations in degoing are a kind of nothing of language, an unwording

most would just say we’re nuts

but they’ve always said mystics are nuts

i can see why i don’t just shit by myself fukky

can you enumerate for us the types of mystics

there’s the common occult mystic and the uncommon occult mystic and the common and uncommon unoccults and many types within each of those, there’s the mystic that places within a recognized religious tradition and many types within those and these often further divided by geography and history which is kind of ironic considering the mystic's relationship with time and space, there’s the aesthetic mystic – a more recent and growing type – and many types within that, then there are all the others and the types within those types and so on and so on

what unites them all?

could you move over a bit – your left flab’s hanging into my hole and inhibiting my dump

it seems to me that for example aleister crowley’s an entirely different breed than simone weil or julian of norwich or zhuangzi

aleister’s a performing spectacle on the cultic stage. we could say esotericism or esotaticism and we wouldn’t be wrong but we also wouldn’t be right

i remember why i love these interviews

and why my unreader community’s so large

but let’s get back to the point

they should practice staring a lot. staring at nothing, staring at something, staring at many things. ostensible homelessness’s a good idea. as are frustration, incomprehensibility, babbling. they should lose as many things as possible. and move around a lot while detouring around everything. smelling slightly weird doesn’t hurt. dressing oddly. operating as much as possible outside the dominant definitions of career, relationship, occupation, ambition, respectability. they shouldn't think or act or feel. not everyone says this but i recommend some aptitude with a glue gun. listening, but listening minimally to humans and mostly to all the other things for there are far more of them and they're way smarter than humans. waiting. waiting’s huge. samuel wasn’t a mystic particularly but it did a good channeling job on the waiting part of mysticism in its godot thing. deeply nurtured intimacies with every possible variegation of nothing, oblivion, humiliation, disgrace, negation, ...

... sounds like a bum diaper

the difference between a bum and a mystic is the former’s fallen through the cracks and the latter into the hole

guess there aren’t a lot of schools of mysticism

there's a curriculum for the school for mystics, a charter even, a policy and course handbook, writing centres, tenuretrack postings, faculty listings and prizes and gowns, endless incomprehensible forms, tech support, committees task forces a senate, the whole badoodle ... but no one’s ever found the school

sounds like a wretched vocation

and i forgot shitting. a mystic should always be an expert shitter – look at mine, it’s 21 metres long, a perfect bristol 3.8, coiled on itself like an expertly laid water hose, smells like gardenia jasminoides, …

... but diaper it’s animate

one’s creations you know, got to let go of them

it’s rising from the privy and it has a lot of eyes and doesn’t seem friendly

know any shit charmers?


call for mystics
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enroll now

23.9.19

pissed to announce

sadoo diaper's pissed t'announce it's been accepted into the university of harstīttwüttemford's doctoral program for affix studies as part of the special access cohort of polypolars approved as experimental inversion by the senate's subcommittee on imaginative extermination using funds found in malata h ibuzu's lunchbox in the faculty of bolometer's lesser cafeteria based on a proposed dissertation : the heffalump as ecological indicator of late capitalistic intersectionality and proposed metonymy for a transapocalyptic economics with doktor hûnzul-hoøf as chief oppressor and doktor hìzl-lzíh and the very doktor māñgêtôüt as respectively ancillary inquisitor and offense emeritus
excerpts will be posted on this or other venues
some accessible only by the esotatically initiated
based on the formula
p = s * i
p - post
s - scintillation > 6.7
i - incomprehensibilitation > 14.12
using the schœll-håzinger (fräünhöfer) prötötÿpës
rēlēāsē 17.04b

22.9.19

physicists are just undeveloped mystics


what’s bothering you?

time’s bothering me

but time doesn’t exist

time exists and doesn’t exist and somewhat exists

like everything

time is a word that bothers me

it’s then words that bother you?

not words as much as time as word

you just mean death bothers you

death not as word less than time as word

and death as word?

death’s just a syllable of time

but time’s only one syllable

from one perspective

what are the others?

infinite and finite and many

you’re speaking of recorded time

unrecorded will do just as well

you make no sense

what i make is made from the bothering of time

time’s complex, it must comfort as well

it only comforts in its absence

why not ask it to go away then?

it’s whimsical and does what it pleases

time doesn’t particularly bother me

what bothers you?

death. or more precisely suffering

suffering’s just time when it’s too intimate with flesh

you speak too abstractly

everything i say is of the body

your body must be abstract then

abstraction’s the body bothered by time

back to bothered

we try as with god to do away with time – whether through science or mysticism it doesn’t matter – but like god time stays

as word?

as pervasive word

it’s used a lot

the more we argue it doesn’t exist the more we use it or rather pretend to ourselves we use it

what’s alive in word is dead in life

no

what then?

i don’t know

that might be time

what?

not knowing

if time’s the knowledge of doubt how can i have any comfort?

words take away the comfort they once gave

so i take the word time and count its syllables hoping counting will bring comfort

and does it?

it brings numbers and numbers words and words time

no one said we’re going anywhere

many say we’re going somewhere

even if time does nothing that shouldn’t stop us from going

even if time disappears i’ll still be bothered

by what?

by the magic of its disappearance

so here or there, then or now, time or word you’re one of the bothered

those who have faith in time elude the bothering but we of words can have no faith just words and in words there’s no elusion

we plop

we plop + preposition but still plop

we plop and unscream

by unscream we mean remain calm across all aspects of the person

while listening to the voidic structures scream on our behalf

not on our behalf really

time screams

time unscreams

time's the elemental particles of voidic structures

science has got us nowhere

other than to show us we've gone nowhere and are going nowhere

which we knew before

but differently

and better

then we could scream

and the scream was the scream

now it's just a facebook page

less satisfying

let us plop and scream and time and die and suffer

and bother and be bothered

we are the unscreaming bebothered

we are the explosion of mysticism 

we are the doubt of body

we are things and events and particles and likes and wavings

we are the we ares who aren't

the doubt that outs

the time that i'ms

the scream that dreams

the un that's done

the blab that tabs

the the that thes

the blog that fogbogfloglogs

the book that thises

a this that