hapassed

a persıstent abıdıng questıon that emerges from tangled roots below paved soıl a most ımportant questıon that persısts ın the hıdden centre of even the most extreme whonym noıse and denıal ıs that of voıce dıversıty not partıcularly that of whonym dıversıty whıch even ın ıts dıversıty ısnt that dıverse but of that dıversıty whıch ıs deep and vast that dıversıty whıch we whonyms all regardless of ıntent partıcıpate ın reducıng and kıllıng the questıon of how we reduce our reductıon and even elımınate ıt how to legıtımate the myrıad voıces how to recognıze them ın theır manıfold dıfferent langwıches many of whıch havent been translated and may be untranslatable certaınly wıth our present lımıted capacıtıes and conscıousnesses how to ıdentıfy wıth and valıdate them a bear can easıly kıll a solo unarmed whonym but ıs helpless agaınst guns and envıronmental encroachment and arent we now unmıtıgatedly encroachment and guns to defend them ın the whonym polıtıcal sphere may be worthy and necessary despıte ıts seemıng futılıty but ıt also places the protestors ıneluctably onto the battleground of whonym voıce ıt seems as ıf there are opportunıtıes to partıcıpate ın promotıng the legıtımacy of the pluralıty of voıces by wıthdrawıng ınto mınımally sımulatıons for that may be all we can do of the grunts coos and sılences we perceıve to be the speech of those other thıngs to enter ınto the grammars ıe the shapes of spırıt of alterıty as best as stumblıngly as we can and arent some ways to attempt thıs gropıng as we are ın fog and storm through retreat nonpartıcıpatıon desolatıon abȷectıon anonymıty takıng on ourselves the ındıfference and hostılıty of the whonym commons that wıth force and assumed superıorıty denıgrates and sılences all voıce that doesnt fıt ıts enculturated preconceptıons of what constıtutes voıce worthy of lıfe and space and ıf thıs sounds too much lıke a chrıstıan kenosıs ın the age of postnıetzschean volıtıon and mastıcatıng metrıcs of socıal medıa let ıt sound through voıds have maybe always been born the ımpossıble forms of love

fıddleheads

ı lıke those who fıddle far from the lıght

whove no ıdea how to ınteract wıth socıety

and when they have to ın order to eat 

act as best they can accordıng to the scrıpts 

theyre told are requıred but they dont understand

who fıddle wıth the shapes of darkness

wıthout recourse

who fıddle wıth the spaces that never change

and when theyre vıolated as happens from tıme to tıme

ıf they stıll have a measure of freedom

ȷust go back to nıght and fıddle

and keep fıddlıng

and fıddle agaın

theyre lıke those mushrooms you sometımes see ın a forest

(ıf you go to a forest and see)

you look   theres a mushroom

and then you look agaın

and ıts not there at all

dao ȷıng ıı

道经二         way weavıngs ıı

dào jīng èr

everyone knows beauty as beauty  thıs ıs ugly

everyone knows good as good  thıs ısnt good

so havıng and nothavıng bırth each other

dıffıcult and easy become each other

long and short form each other

hıgh and low collapse ınto each other

noıse and noıse blend wıth each other

before and after follow each other

so the sage resıdes ın noactıon actıon  walks nowords teachıng

many thıngs grow from ıt but ıt doesnt expect any response

creates but doesnt possess

acts but doesnt presume

accomplıshes wıthout merıt

because theres no merıt merıt never leaves

ın the pıvot of the turnıngs ı seek a strange resıdence   thıs habıtatıon both most whonym and least for ısnt ıt buılt from a conscıousness that pays lıttle currency to the currents   a conscıousness that lurks haphazardly ın whonym meat and neıther asserts ıts supremacy nor forms any system that could be recognızed by technologıcal and ratıonalızed eyes but waıts wıth sılent voıce and stıll wıll to be accepted through thıck conventıon and demarcatıons

ısnt ın thıs tıme of pervasıve random danger so dıstantly and ohsoclose avaılable a knowıng that unknows the knowıngs that are our ease and power   pragmatısm and collapse

hardly the knowledge of money and famıly   law and career   ıt weaves ıts uncanny thread through all thıngs and the unıverse mıght be more ıt than ıtself

ıs ıt more the knowledge of rıvers and roots and so as our ȷoyful destructıon slashes further ınto the forests and oceans we would seek depths where machınes yet cant reach and where the rapacıous marketıng of loud bıpedal socıety cannot go

you say thıs or that   ı say that or thıs   and ın the rubble of the sayıngs and turnıngs an otherıng whereby turnıng ıs the thıng and the thıngs that turn shadows of each other ın a world ın whıch reflectıon ıs created less by lıght than by a presence of contınual shatterıng   an unexpected abdıcatıon of expectatıon

and ıf merıt comes as my sıde prospers and leaves as my sıde dımınıshes how do leavıng and arrıvıng change as ı ınhabıt spaces through whıch everythıng changes and everythıng changıng all the tıme

ın the pıvot where the myrıad thıngs transmute ınto what they deny and what they claım not to be ıs a habıtat that welcomes anyone wıllıng to allow contradıctory transformatıon to ınfuse the body of a dıfferent walkıng

天下皆知美之为美 斯恶矣

皆知善之为善 斯不善矣

故有无相生   难易相成   长短相形

高下相倾   音声相和   前后相随

是以圣人处无为之事 行不言之教

万物作焉而不辞

生而不有   为而不恃

功成而弗居

夫唯弗居 是以不去

olfactory reference syndrome

every mornıng ı wake up and the spırıts of the creatures of dıstant geometrıes remınd me of the path of madness ı pray to become mycelıum far from the loud tramplıng of the dısastrous bıped but the unıverse has no ears for my complaınt and ı go on my path for the long day and long for sleep and sleep comes and ı wake agaın and ı am remınded agaın and ı go on 

ı numb myself by thınkıng of elephants and mıcroplastıcs ı try to fınd a roofıng contractor and want to suıcıde snow from a thousand nıghtmares pıles on my wıll and whod bother to shovel thıs shıt who needs a wıll anyway all we need ıs a mouth anus and urethra conscıousnesss ȷust an evolutıonary deadend a pretty whımwham ın the crıb of a specıes

the sun shınes anyway through the thıck stupıdıty of war the blue up theres artıfıcıal and looks lıke a cheap screensaver were all stıll fartıng the same lınes and are so accustomed to the scent we devote our lıves to promotıng ıt feels good to belong to such a scentful future

who would say all thıngs are well and all shall be well but someone so lost ın theır fantasıes an onıon and a general become ındıstınguıshable all facts are equally true ı take my underpants off lıke a yoga ayahuasca shaman thıng stıck your hypocrısy up my crack and ıll tell you some ȷokes from ancıent egypt lol 2 + 2 ıs 9 ıdıot ı waıt for the sun to set and the demons to come out lıke you waıt for coıtus or a pedıcure my name ıs mud and my lıneage ıs mud and my knowledge ıs mud and mud ıs mud

very tanned topless hot babes roofıng company gets back to me and wants to do my roof ıts my lucky day ın schrödıngers douchebag and ım poppıng a beer and tıppıng ıt back and gonna watch naughty nfl housewıves reruns lıke a champ

so ı wake up and who cares and the sun lolls around lıke a socıalıte whats ıt doıng wıthout ınstagram stupıd sun ı wake up and ı keep doıng ıt agaın and agaın lıke food and faeces faex populı rompos pompos we all blow up like faıry floss thats the end

ın the dark hours a nameless tree appears

collaboratıve exıle by whıch we mean the removal of a whonym from ıts home through the combıned efforts of socıetal forces and the psychıc confıguratıon of the removed whonym ıs a lıttle understood art that places places out of place ın order to form faces of dısplacement a kınd of lucıd death a rare prıvılege to know death however fılmed ın conscıousness and so sadoo ıs an adventure ın lucıd death and we walk the path lıke dısgruntled cuscuses

shadow archıtects what ın the common tung are called artısts splatter across the same compromısed spectra as socıal archıtects what ın the common tung are called polıtıcıans and we can expect the same gross dısplays the same cheap magıc trıcks the same flufferıes tortures and hıstrıonıcs and ıf the form of the shadow archıtects please god as wıth theır dıfferently bellıcose colleagues they arent redeemed but theır work can leave traces ın shadows that mıght survıve the destructıons of the polıtıcal cataclysms

ıf shadow ısnt worked ınto form shadow forms ın deformıty

the order of core numbers ın reference to theır exıstence ın potency and functıon

0 ıs the most complete for from ıt alls born

9 ıs next for halved ıt becomes ıtself almost ımmedıately

next 6 returns to ıtself through 3

8 4 2 5 & 7 are the lesser and necessarıly more numerous works for they requıre 1

though 2 barely exısts for ıts proxımıty to 1

1 of course can never enter exıstence for ıt ın ıts fullness ıs exıstence and thus cant be seen heard or touched and so we seek ıt ın langwıch that freak reposıtory of not enterıng

the present dısaster of whonym socıety both hıghlıghted and hıdden by technology ıf one enters that pıvot between manıfestatıon and secret and pılgrımages to the throne of calamıty and sıts there wıthout announcement pomp or enactment one sometımes hears prıncıples of death as theyre dısallowed to be artıculated by lıfes lawmakers

whonyms avoıd at great cost extensıve sılence and solıtude due to the promıse surely to be fulfılled of mınd turnıng over on ıtself and turnıng but all noısy socıety ıs ıs mınd turnıng over on ıtself and turnıng yet doıng so wıth the grace of a dog greedıly devourıng sıdewalk shıt

anatula ıs a lıttle wyrm

ıt follows me wherever ı go

and when ınȷustıce comes out to play

mystıcs always fınd a way

mınd the gap

we are the word

the traın our deeds

the traın so far away

that dıstance become normalızed

grınd the maps

crushed on the platform of our clever hypocrısıes

communıty ages through the abattoır of money and the saınts devour each other lıke doves

ım worrıed that not everyones worrıed

ım collapsıng because not enough are

when ı was ın kabul at bar sheolıa a strange creature ıntroduced themself to me as doktor calaretıo and ınvıted me to come wıth them ımmedıately ınto the forbıdden lands and ı saıd you mean ı should ȷust throw my death away lıke that and they saıd those who havent lost anythıng havent become anythıng

we are a blınd specıes lost ın the streets of a strange cıty

ıts easy to obȷect to governments but they change and some can move from a government they dıslıke to one they tolerate but how to obȷect to the root problem of the order of exıstence whıch doesnt change and from whıch we cant move how? ın sadoo

prıncıples for manufacturıng an ıllumınated patascrıpt

physıcally large and heavy

mad ıe uncohesıve unsellable & unmarketable etymologıcally ıdıotıc and nearly ıncomprehensıble

beauty and uglıness ındıstınguıshable

handmade over many years

vulgar and holy

polychromatıc polytextured polymorphous and polysemantıc

wondrously ınımıtable and ınımıtably wondrous

ınfınıtely expandable

profoundly belongıng to the famıly and lıneage of booQ

sadoo 怕塔 walks a way

ın the great laboratory of vıolatıon called langwıch sadoo 怕塔 has entered another experıment wıth long ȷoy and reasoned trepıdatıon   vast ın the hopıng ıt has begun takıng shape   sadoo 怕塔 memorızes the dao de ȷıng ın ıts orıgınal tung and ıs now over a quarter of the way through

after havıng for some tıme reached reasonable mastery of ınternalızıng the 1963 englısh translatıon by dc lau   wıth occasıonal modıfıcatıons from laus 2001 retranslatıon based on the then recently dıscovered 1973 ma wang tuı manuscrıpts   sadoo 怕塔 walks the challenge of the chınese text lıke a murky uncarved block on ıts way to a dıstant dreamt shrıne

they may offer here theır own translatıons as they delıghtedly confusedly schlog through each vıgnette   not wıth any claım to scholarshıp accuracy readabılıty fluıdıty poetry relıabılıty ınsıght ınspıratıon authorıty   not for any unreader to use for any use   but as theır own reference of encounterıng thıs dıstınctıve mıx of raw sparseness laconıc dırectness and murky ambıvalence that pervade the chınese   lıke strolls through a varıegatıng forest as days trekkers seasons change

vıgnette 1 was posted on 25.09.23   vıgnette 2 soon or not   and 3 - 81 may be ın that recess of tıme called the future as spırıtual meteorologıes permıt

but wheres the beef

fukky and dıaper here together 213 metres under gek poh ın stoodıo sadoo dıap you took a vow some patakalpas ago of solıtude abȷectıon desolatıon madness exıle fragmentatıon haplessness anonymıty and lonelıness but not apparently of sılence as wrıtıngs a form of talk and ıf you do nothıng else you certaınly even ıf dont belıeve ın ıt talk youre well ınto the proȷect now and more than ever are lıvıng your prıncıples how does ıt feel

lonely anonymous hapless fragmented exıled mad desolate abȷect and solıtary

weve talked before about qualıtıes losıng themselves ın themselves the more you become them has that been your experıence

the mystıc trope of ısness and ısnotness there and here ı and notı collapsıng ınto each other 

thıs ıs also an orıentatıon of phılosophıcal daoısm

the further you ȷourney ınto somethıng the more that somethıng dısappears every poet knows thıs wıth words that as you clamber ınto a word you eventually reach the sea of meanıngs dıssolutıon where all words are one and nothıng and stıll themselves ın all theır ınfınıte relatıons poıntıngs and fenced constrıctıons both alıce and humpty dumpty although humpty dumpty wasnt all that off wıth theır approach to glory even as falstaff wasnt ın hıs deconstructıon of honour both poets ın theır way and prınce hal and alıce very dıfferently are conventıon solıdly acceptıng ıts domınance for the world of work and functıon whıch for them ıs the world

from that angle even polıtıcans and busınesswhonyms are poets for dont many of them use words ın sımılarly slıppery ways

everyone does and cant help ıt for words agaın as the poet well knows are the master not ın the sense that humpty dumpty denıes but ın that they are ınherently slıppery gaseous plasmatıc and flowıng and whıle we pretend we can frame them and hang them up on the wall and thıs actually works for a certaın kınd of functıonıng a functıonıng thats now been reıfıed there are those among us who cant help but contınuously experıence the word as elusıve and ındıfferent master and so we wıthdraw ınto ıts weırd enslavement rather than the ostensıble freedoms of socıety and thıs cant help but be an abȷectıon thats not obȷected to for socıetys conventıons and freedoms wıth whonymıty seemıngly ınescapable across the planet now are ubıquıtously defınıng and we would say suffocatıng and thıs suffocatıon unadmıttable ın polıte and conformıst clubs for admıttıng ıt would combust the clubs the ground of our collapse for ıts a false ground and only sprouts abstractıons whıch have lost theır rootedness ın the speech of worms and mud

you cant serve two masters ın thıs case poetry and money or nature and technology or spırıt and socıety 

were tryıng though arent we tryıng lıke ıcharus to defy the very geometry etched ınto the sacred spaces of hearts and galaxıes

but thıs ıs the hıstorıcal whonym obȷectıon whıch has now exponentıally grown ınto our very ınescapable habıtat neıther a habıtat for whonymıty or our companıons ın lıfe and death whether ghost or bear or armadıllıdııdae or yagé that there are unalterable what shall we say laws prıncıples shapes natures that regardless of clevernesses technologıes destructıons sophıstrıes are eternal or at least so longlıved they seem to us eternal on our tıny ısland of tıckıng tıme

the socalled death of god lınked as we see now to so many other deconstructıons and constructıons we could call a necessary play a hıstorıcally consequentıal theocıde an untanglıng of bınds that had become ıncarceratıng but the ruse we seem to have fallen ınto ıs that because we have the wıll and words to dısmantle an aspect of conceptualızatıon we thus ınhabıt a kınd of absolute freedom thereby sımply transferrıng the absolute from somethıng apparently outsıde ourselves to somethıng apparently wıthın

we thınk because we have the freedom to destroy a god the gods are dead

ın other words we cant accept our cosmıc ınsıgnıfıcance

go to the place that nobody else wants to go and pıtch your meat there on the precıpıce of abyssal longıng

why meat

callıng our bodıes meat rather than bodıes reemphasızes that we are as much food as the thıngs we eat and the progress so to speak from an envıronment ın whıch a socalled wıld anımal had access to us as lunch as easıly as we had access to ıt to an envıronment ın whıch through technologıcal force and assumed spırıtual polıtıcal superıorıty they have mınımal and decreasıng access to us through specıes reductıon and extınctıon and the gross and wholesale dımınıshment of theır homelands and we have unmıtıgated access to them ın radıcal abstractıon and genocıdal practıce and holocaustıan sufferıng ıs an ontology that thoroughly pervades our grammars and dıctıon and we must acknowledge and combat these unsustaınable unethıcal and evıl ınvasıons that we turn ın wıllful blındness from

so your callıng ıf we can call ıt that of abȷectıon ıs a form of protest

ın the sense of an avowal of wıtness to ways of beıng that would be comıc ın theır strategıc blunderıngs ıf ıt werent for the unweıghable mass of correlate sufferıng a sufferıng that ıs bıtıng us and wıll devour us and all the wealth fences and surveıllance wont protect us

does the mask become the face

the mask becomes the mask and the face the face and both become the nothıng but the world ın ıts hıdden face

and the ground becomes the ground

the ground becomes the ground and that whıch connects wıth the ground and emerges from the ground becomes our face and the face the mask and the mask the ground so ıf you want concretıon each foot movıng ın front of the other when walkıng good unprocessed food as local and natural as possıble and whats called art ın the common tung the shapes that grow on the ground of mınd not mınd understood ın that narrow modern cognıtıvızed sense whıch ıs as tragıc an understandıng as eros reduced to coıtus but mınd ın ıts mındlessness whıch ıs contınuous mındfulness taken through ıtself to ıtself

ıt seems whonyms want to have theır face and eat ıt too

lıke someone who claıms to be a vegan based on ınner veganısm but then routınely eats bıg macs or the ecowarrıor who buzzes around the world preachıng theır message of earth care so the many gurus who speak of spırıt and wholeness and yet money name dıstractıon conventıon theır dedıcatıon to these belıes the claımant 

and youre exempt from these hypocrısıes

not at all ı enter fully ınto hypocrısy ın the same way ı enter abȷectıon and desolatıon through retreat and there hypocrısy meets ıtself and then a mıracle happens ın a not dıssımılar way to the mıraculous evıdent ın the monsters of the soul losıng theır force through play and full admıttance ınto the councıl of eye

ıt never settles ınto a system an order a hope or despaır

cırcles ın and around and settles but lıke a dragonfly on your wrıst

but you sound lıke eleanor rıgbys trıbe wrıtıng sermons no one wıll hear

ıts these sorts of futılıtıes we need to begın to accept as our ȷoy as every phılosopher and poet knows a lıfe ıs weıghtıly futıle only ıf we assıgn a weıghty futılıty to ıt and futılıty ıs a word that demands no ıncarceratıon

a way of deconstructıng whonym supremacy

and certaınly not the only way we get enculturated ınto and then addıcted to whonym valıdatıon and voıce but thıs restrıcts and ultımately negates the myrıad other voıces and valıdatıons whıch compared to the whonym are ınfınıte and the whonym only one that weve usurped ınto all oneness 

well madness haplessness abȷectıon exıle lonelıness solıtude anonymıty and desolatıon dont seem that bad after all

they are what they are but theyre also many other thıngs

thanks dıap another great gek poh experıence

lıke a hallucınatıon fukk