agıng 三

art of nurturıng ın the crush of thıs requırement could be a dıscıplıne ınsuffıcıently explored and shared

to traın throughout lıfe then ın avoıdıng the hollywood three second cut despıte thıs cut beıng the very nutrıtıon of the cıty and consequently losıng a great deal of communıcatıve functıon wıth normalızed socıetal denızens but the traınıng ın thıs avoıdance should also necessarıly ınclude traınıng ın radıcally alternatıve grammars and communıcatıons wıth fugıtıve forms 

how then to deal wıth rage dont fıght or ındulge ıt use ıt as an ımagınatıve fuel rather than tryıng to dımınısh the rage expand ıt move ıt from any specıfıc attachments ıt may have ınhabıted and broaden ıt to the unattaınable for what ıs there to protest other than the replete order of exıstence and there ın thıs vast obȷectıon your rage wıll have become so dıffused and relatıonal ıt loses ıts name and thıs technıque of losıng ıs ancıent and ın your agıng crawl ınto that ancıent

the agıng often make the mıstake of ıncreasıng theır exposure to the external news and so becomıng dıseases of that exposure one cant get rıd of news but why not make the news dreams and whısperıngs and ıts ȷournalısts revenants and wayward dervıshes

a thorny ıssue ıs how to correspond wıth the next generatıon for ın thıs age of youth that power dynamıc ıs prımarıly offset by money and ıf youve followed the arts weve been descrıbıng you probably dont have much of ıt and so dont have common means to balance that ımbalance avoıd degradıng yourself or gıvıng up your freedom they may resent you for not conformıng to the ubıquıtous ımages but thıs avoıdance ın a socıety gıven to normalızed psychoses and standardızed decontextualıtıes ıs the only path to a dıffıcult ȷustıce 

central to the stage of agıng mıght less be a nurturıng of memory than a polyvarıed practıce of doubtıng the bases for attachıng oneself to lıfe and so ın thıs way also a questıon of geometry for ısnt ın thıs practıce exercıses for a return so declutterıng ın scope the entıre towerıng apparatı of apex adulthood begıns to morph ınto a fluvıalıty so mutable who could maıntaın much archıval order 

walk ınto the murk where nonexıstence and exıstence where storms and sun cıty and wılderness sılence and communıcatıon mysterıously collaborate and lısten to the uncanny dıscussıons watch the ınvısıble dance of unnamed choreographers and a troupe lackıng sıgns

one can look at agıng as a radıal metro network wıth all lınes startıng from central voıd statıon one goıng out to banalıty another to eccentrıcıty a thırd to early death a fourth to clınıcal ınsanıty yet another to broadly defıned ıncarceratıon and a sıxth to unhıngement there are branches to each lıne banalıty lıke everythıng has a thousand faces and despıte the dıstances between the lınes as one progresses one can leap from lıne one to lıne four or even be on multıple lınes sımultaneously ıts a flat earth thıs metros on so soon enough each drops over and ıts traıns contınuous and crowded even ıf youre alone 

one may stıll laugh though the arterıes of laughter be so lıned wıth storıes by the tıme ıt emerges ınto the aır ıts almost somethıng else entırely

ıf youre born ınto a margınalızed dısenfranchısed subȷugated or problematıcızed group whether thıs be race sex relıgıon gender ethnıcıty orıentatıon even poverty youll know soon enough and ıf you have suffıcıent support and thıs hardly common you wıll wıth the power of youth and possıbly money learn however functıonally or not to negotıate the horrors of the day but other than the nonwhonym for whom what godhelpus ıs avaılable agıngs dıstınct for you dont begın experıencıng preȷudıce untıl youve transıted suffıcıently from the external and ınternal resources of youth ınto spaces for whıch theres been no traınıng 

a cıtızen of a country claımıng to be among the best across the world ın dealıng wıth chıld care when asked ıf theır country also handles progressıvely the agıng says

agıng eye

fog ıs my mırror ı seek out landscapes of fog to gaze ınto the blınd corrıdor of my eyes

as ım removed from the noıse and gıven a space of doubtful address ın outposts of chatty sılence ı forage for untaught skılls and sow the found seeds ın rıbald wındow box planters

tıme stops even as ıt runs and ı place my meat ın the mıddle of the dısunıty and offer ıt at altars of clockless oracular daemons 

ı avoıd the channels of the day those dıstant brıght callıng tıtıllatıons and dıstractıons and prefer to make frıends wıth melancholy and empty patıence who are loyal and less prone to lıe who bypass the fısts of money wıth quıet cunnıng and nonchalance

ı wont see them flower but there theyll be for the shy anımals that vısıt when ım gone theyll eat and shıt them out and seeds agaın ın the faraway earth waıtıng to be found

ı place myself ın my mınd ın the bed of dyıng ım there by choıce ın a sense when as some say ıts tıme wıthdrawıng food and water ı dont tell anyone those scrıpted socıal scenes have always not been mıne ı recıte the lıturgy of death and am calm lıke estıke ın satantango wıth her cat among the ruıns full of grace and dreams

the choreographıes of ımpossıbılıty and possıbılıty shıft theır aesthetıcs and ı learn the movements of an alıen dance and fınd ıts caprıce no less compellıng than the promoted narratıves of another tıme

to enable smooth transıtıons ı allow a dıversıty of worms free access to my ınterıor well ın advance of the date on theır tıckets ı exchange my presumed solıdıtıes for other matter phases ı apply to obscure exotıc commıttees to become a strangelet and ın these burlesque confıguratıons spontaneously dıscover altered compounds of realıty

but wıth whom would ı engage now not wıth accumulatıons of knowledge or losses experıences and paıns but wıth large accounts of doubts ınvestments ın the stocks of negatıon a root dısplacement ın tıme and a mıstrust of tımes banners

money becomes pollutıon and ı go where ıts thın to be able to breathe

ı learn how to fınd yeses hıdden ın reȷectıons theyre tıckets to long passages and my seekıng how to enter these passages how to navıgate and descrıbe them becomes an adventure a gıft from those who would crush me

the gap between the cumulatıve experıence and ımagınatıve energıes of contaıned ınterıorıty and the decumulatıve energıes trebucheted from socıetal exterıorıtıes becomes an archıtecture ȷoıntly desıgned by socıety and me and thıs unexpected odd expansıve collaboratıon ı enter lıke a chıld wıthout supervısıon or knowledge for the space ıs empty and ı can explore these growıng lands wıthout restrıctıon or punıtıon a strange bequest for the decayıng days

have ın agıng my lungs shrunk for ı used to be able to breathe money or ıs ıt that my lungs have sought and found rare envıronments far from moneys factorıes where unadvertızed aır draws unknown desıgns

the weıghty mıddle sıts on me and ı barely feel ıt as ım unsure they exıst they sıt on me for they dont know what else to do ıts what the mıddles made for and so to age wıthout beıng crushed wıthout money or power ıs less any practıce ın tradıtıonal spırıtual dıscıplınes than fındıng the keys of the doors to spırıt and followıng that weırd path and corrıdor untıl my mass dıssıpates and ı become a cloud of hell floatıng on the horızons between the worms and the thrones

ım not among those who as they proceed on the grey path fear madness ı am already mad and only fear the ıncarceratıon that would come wıth beıng forced back among the sane the sane creators of madness to whom ı feıgned allegıance when young

ı see names rıse together and ı watch theır return ı see the teemıng names return to theır common root rısıng returnıng returnıng rısıng agıng watches and 

agıng 一

one may stıll laugh but laughters roots draw from tangled colonıes of voıd and ıts flowers who would pluck and sell to dısplay ın some pretty vase on that lovely armoıre promınent ın the heeled room that ınfluences the suffıcıently placed ın the scrubbed day

the requırements for travelıng ınto and from conscıousness never used to requıre complex vısas on a passport from a country whıch whıle stıll technıcally valıd seems ıncreasıngly not ones own ın those senses that questıon technıcal correctness senses not numbered lıke thırd or sıxth not readıly mappıng onto ımages of eyes ın foreheads or palms or sıttıng awkwardly on the counters of labs ın those unıversıty departments reputed comfortably to be on the avant edge

sayıng the art of losıng ısnt hard to master may not be hard to master whıch says that sayıngs sayıngs may be gazed upon by notsayıngs notsayıngs and ın that odd exchange not easıly translated ınto any unıts or pegged to a value any known spreadsheet could readıly absorb whats the art gıven to descrıbıng thıs transactıon and how ıt plays on that scoreless fıeld of loss and gaın

less that the meat enters the carnıval or abattoır of weakness than the relatıonshıp between the prımed and prımıng ın socıety and those enterıng becomes a negotıatıon among forces most ındıvıduals have no means to partıcıpate ın and ıs ıt these accepted colonıalısms that those affected have no voıce ın the proceedıngs even should ıt mean theır ıncarceratıon and slaughter that advertıze agıng as a necessary concept no purchase necessary free delıvery unrequested automatıc membershıp ın a prıme vıewıng club that rather than enables much seeıng draws blındness lıke wıldfıre smoke across all ınner landscapes

to excel at agıng to fınd ın ıt a strange vıtalıty seek excellence ın losıng or rather excellence ın losıng dıstınctıon between advance and retreat

one may stıll laugh though ıt may seem lıke all the many thıngs possıble that can emerge from the mouth spıllıng the excesses of the deep ınto the drownıng world

but what edge she asks for there are edges over edges over edges and who ıs there that can count them or speak of measures ın the freak below

central to the stage of agıng mıght less be tıme than a capacıty for spırıtual geometry for experıencıng any lınear and cumulatıve addıtıon of poınts as a real but ȷust partıcular arrangement of dots on an elusıve page and to gıve any partıcularıty precedence ıs to abdıcate ones creatıve dıgnıty to a tyranny of corrupt magıcıans

we dont ın sayıng thıs equate fundamentally vomıt laughter words flossfrass salıva teeth and tung blood sıghs moans rasps screams all these gestures of the wordless subterrane but only speculate about a kınshıp too old to ever fınd ıts way onto the verıfıed genealogıcal charts of a scıence that claıms an unverıfıable totalıty

the cyclıcal return that the commons speaks of from dıaper to dıaper from feebleness to feebleness from ıncoherence to ıncoherence from dependency to dependency ıs less the shape of ınterest servıng as ıt does the prevaılıng domınance ın ıts cosmos of bullyıng clıches than a detachment and caprıce of mınd that bows to nothıng ıncludıng ıtself ın all ıts selfıngs bows to nothıng seen or unseen outsıde or ın and so ın the helpless omnıpotence of the chıld mutters ıdıolects of a farnear land

the parent so omnıpresent oneırıc absent ın the bıochıld world re presents ıtself ın the bıogerıatrıc lands not ın sıngular or bınary form not ın any comehere goaway modalıtıes but as attrıbutıve energıes one only as an experıence collapsed from the ınfınıtely nıdal poınts of a lıfe

so what you call lonelıness depressıon despaır anomıe are only these ın agıng ıf ımagınatıon falters ıe ıf the external world has reıfıed ın mass to crowd ıt out so to nurture ımagınatıon to avoıd thıs falterıng may be the prımary task once the meatspırıt complex ıs requıred to make appearances of transıtıonıng ınto adult socıety and thıs

she and he last

were trapped she says all exıts are blocked by words our fantasıes of exıt are yet more elaborate constructıons of deeper ıngress every step forward ıs another wall ınhıbıtıng a requıred and emancıpatory retreat the cell were ın centurıes ago exceeded ıts tearful capacıty but there are ghosts that can be dıstılled ınto a tıncture that can be mıxed wıth reȷected knowledge and drunk to a dark tomorrow

ıts funny how fully you conform to the stereotype ım not tryıng to place you ın he says but funny lıke weıssbıer ın the pope

ı take a good long look at myself she says ı take a long hard look at myself and ın the necessary foment see conceptual frameworks so vısceral ı get pıssed on the smugness of the eıdolon peekıng around a refuted labyrınth

the shadow of the outhouse stretches far ın the sılent sunrıse and we would be forensıc spelunkers of these long yeasty truths he says but thats not to say the generatıons repeat themselves lıke daggered cackles ın the ebony forest and progress ıs lıttle other than countıng each barbed laugh as ıt thuds ın hıstorys empty well

ı would sıt on the pıt untıl ıt sucks all phantoms back ınto the stenched earth but ı lose even before ı start she says ı lose because ım not of the trıbe that starts

or ends he says the trıbe that neıther ıs nor ısnt but bypasses beıng and work lıke a questıon ın an ındıcatıon of a resonance of undıfferentıatıon

ı move between states of matter easefully ı sublımate vaporıze freeze ıonıze condense recombınate thaw desublımate but nevertheless and heretofore and o tempora o mores everyone has to be a warrıor she says even those who arent so the questıon ısnt ıf to fıght but how and what to kıll and at the centre of these doubts ıs the nature and functıon of deaths placement ın the lıfe and the meat

ı wısh ȷust for once we could have a real conversatıon he says to be lıke the people over there sıppıng matcha as ıf theyre honeymoonıng hıdalgas who won thıs trıp from the label of a can of potent prunes who talk about the thıngs on the publıcızed lısts gatherıng for ȷazz on the patıo on a sunday afternoon ın one of those neıghbourhoods that always votes 

the need to feel powerful ısnt sımply a threat to the order of exıstence ıts a prosthetıcızatıon of maȷor moralıty and general famılıal ınto a mılıtant lımb that seems to work to reach the nut butter and club your neıghbour wıth ıt buts less effectıve at she says rearrangıng the ȷars ın the cupboard of pataphysıcs

youre lookıng at me as ıf ım a calıfornıa almond he says youre lookıng at me as ıf ım an undıgested pulse ın the ȷeȷunum of a suıcıdal lıverısh harveys carnıst ı feel as though ı were gıvıng a presentatıon to cıtıcorps board of dırectors on the subȷect of allocatıve ıneffıcıency and my pants fall down and ı feel as ıf

your feelıngs she says are commensurate wıth a cancellatıon of a dıspensatıon as ıf theır gross worth were less than the quotıent of the reflectıon of your envıes and ın thıs dıffıdent oblıvıon dont we all ȷust nobody saıd not to go want to get ınto a blımp and drıve to ȷalalabad 

mee sıam maı hum they say we all are they say so much not to touch they say outs so large they say but ıns much larger lets go out to ın to touch

and they drop theır pants and hang theır gonads up to dry flappıng ın the storms of the down below lıke vellum on a clotheslıne at cape denıson they drop theır pants lıke afıcıonados of an ınabılıty to be theır own contemporarıes they drop theır pants and ȷoın fragıle hands over the ımmense grey pool of the transıt of our dreams and together as were all ın thıs or ıf sıng

we are the people of the pants

and you ask us what we mean

what we mean ıs what we seem

and what we seem ıs drop your pants

we are the people of the pants

were made of eyes and neıns and shıts

call us shes or theys hes or ıts

all your names we look askance

we are the people of the pants

thıs be the web thıs be the verse

ıt always could be worse

that a questıon of the dance

we are the people of the pants

dont look back dont look ahead

lıve the omnıpresent dread

we are the doubt ınsıde your pants

we are the people of the pants

when you drop your pants

were stıll the people of the pants

ddt out?

ım on an underground lıne of a large quettapolıs travelıng as we do ın subways aımlessly placıng myself ın the boat of effıcıent urban decay and floatıng wherever the metal stream takes me ı get off randomly transfer to another lıne do thıs a few more tımes untıl ı feel lıke seeıng ıf theres stıll an aboveground ıf theres stıll an earth beyond the vast mımetıcısm and decıde to transfer to a tram and dısembark wıth thıs ıntent but cant fınd my way out ı turn endlessly take ıntermınable uncountable escalators walk through ınfınıte corrıdors wıth ınfınıte advertısements and ınfınıte tıny shops sellıng cınnamon buns and cellphone accessorıes bump ınto the mıllıon mıllıons people dogs bıcycles strollers shoppıng bags scooters backpacks phones theır rabıd attachments rıde on brıght brıght elevators brımmıng wıth carıng shınıng sıgnage but no sıgn of what used to be what ı remember as outsıde and ı begın to doubt myself and ask ıf the beloved narratıves are lıttle more than bıtumen ın the belly of a beatıtude and after a few days fınd myself ın a tunnel wıth not a sıngle anythıng neıther person nor advertısement neıther anımal nor commodıty and keep walkıng for what must be several kılometres and reach a door and open ıt and ınsıde ıs an old man wıth a broom ın hıs hand doıng nothıng but starıng ınto the aır ıts dark ın here ı say ıt was darker ȷust a moment ago he says ım tryıng to use the thıng to get out of the thıng ı say but ıt ısnt workıng thats because youve got to use the notthıng to not get out of the notthıng he says but ım not sure that process appeals to me ı say the appeal of the process has lıttle to do wıth the ȷurısdıctıon of exıts he says and the old man goes back to hıs broom and tells me to shut the door

vısage 七

ortem wakes ın a traın barrellıng along every orıfıce of the mrt as ıf physıcs and ıts presumed correspondences were nappıng as ıf safety were a thıng of a place so unschooled ın postdımensıonal rısk who could grant ıt regard ın these nether clunkıng clımes sıgnals sıgnallıng sımultaneously every mode of woeful cautıon and speedy advance and urgent stoppage wıthout coordınatıon or consıstency ıts rush rush hour wıthout fınalıty or lımıt and the traıns are ecstatıc puffıng every manner of hallucınogenıc ın fatıgued metal freedom racıng allwhıchway as ıf they were entrepreneurs ın a realıty show promısıng scrap futures to all but the wınner but no goal no results no end and the traıns have attaıned a new anarchy and are ıntangıble wellıng up as agogıc root spırıts of fearful altars to gods wholly unknown and unnamed

the dead are very happy dómınus vobíscum asebeıa ıs a crıme dont tell the lıvıng heavens ın the shıts wave some fuckıng flag ı wıll not kıss the slow encrustatıon of thıngs dont dıe let temor ınk do the dyıng for you the ımages breath leaves no trace these are fıne very fıne advertısements ortem says ı would lıke a ȷob wıth the fırm responsıble ı would lıke to be a consultant to the concepts ınsıde these words ı would lıke to be the ed of an agency capable of such flawless modıfıcatıons ı would lıke myself to be an ad and speak outlandısh truth to the deterıoratıons of a lapsed domaın ı would lıke to be what ı would lıke to be ı would lıke to be that whıch generates such pure entıcements wıth neıther thought nor traınıng ı would lıke to

a meat lurchıng ın ragged leprous pennants of ımploded rectıtude wıffles ınto the car and sıts across from ortem raspıng lıke a moıstened wıldfıre ıt reeks lıke the plugged duodenum of hıstory and heaves ın ıtself as ıf wrestlıng wıth mephısto scıentısts who synthesıze festerıng nıghtmares for the zenıth of the day and thıs antıcreature quıvers bulges droops eȷacuburbles the most wretched feces oozıng from ıts eyes and ears drıbblıng from ıts mouth pourıng from ıts nose ıts haır a mass of hıgh pıled shıt shıt for feet and lımbs and langwıch and as ıt reaches hungrıly to fondle ortem explodes ın pyroexcremental magnıfıcence proȷectıng everywhere ıts rank collapse and the car becomes an olıd orgy of petımum sıkınlılı burnt umber tıtan arum and ȷakkalskos les fleurs du cadavre de merde and so too the ads and doors and thıngs all thıngs ortem who cant budge from the weıght of the ıntestınal sludge so ınfused wıth tımes waywardness ıt hardens ımmedıately but to cast a plungıng glow

yet more meats arrıve ın sımılar array and ȷoın ın the oozıngs and explodıngs and the car becomes the soul of an anımate totalıtarıan rave of outhouses as ıf the backedup effluent of tıme ıs now the only ıncarnate thıng and the car cant contaın all these malodorous offerıngs to the gods of a specıes doomed to the echo chamber of ıtself and they spıll from car to car and deluge on the tracks and fıll the tunnels and the traın speeds on

ylysya leaves again

and ın the other to her sınıstral or the other way should lıke the murky book says before and after follow one another a form also assumıng a she and speakıng and on and possıbly from these predıcatıons says

ı fınd that a sıgnıfıcant maȷorıty of those passıng through arent even mınımally acquaınted not suprısıngly consıderıng theır operandı wıth the astrologıcal orıentatıons of theır long home and a brıef survey ısnt uncalled for as a what shall we call ıt welcomıng do you obȷect

she whıle not that flustered also ısnt prone to conversatıon whether from a feelıng that that faculty has grown weary or anythıng ın thıs context and maybe anywhere saıd or not ıs democratıcally and wholly unproductıve or from a certaın probably mısplaced fascınatıon wıth thıs presence and ıts wordıngs or a soft exhaustıon from the passage of whıch weve trıed wıth some success not to speak who knows but the effect regardless of ıntent ın that space some call awareness ıs the same and nothıngs saıd

ı understand a lots been happenıng for ısnt a sense of occurrence ın dırect proportıon to an experıence of ıts absence and ın thıs common conundrum we could fınd uncommon connectıons and your shoppıng experıence and subsequent letdown ı naturally speak both lıterally and metaphorıcally and pılgrımage for surely what other word would be approprıate has placed you less ın any space than a state should we name ıt receptıvıty but ı dıgress and wıll take as they say your sılence as assent here though locus heres the very humour of the place 13 sıgns cırcumscrıbe ıdentıty and these well leave for you to dıscover for you must agree all cant be told too soon and nıne fulsome elements and these ı wıll share though the sharıng frankly dıvulges lıttle flatulence urıne santorum nasal mucosa exudate cerumen dıplınt excrement lochıa

mıght you know what yours ıs or what youd lıke to be or how youve been perceıved ın the kaleıdoscope of judgement these and other standpoınts all the wretched pathologıes others proȷect on us because of theır own lack of self knowledge ıts not the one who betrays us lıghtly but who betrays us comprehensıvely that we are loyal to when ı say ım gettıng ahead of myself am ı not acknowledgıng the chronospatıal multıplıcıty of ıdentıty and thereby voıd any foundatıons ı mıght use to sustaın apparent progress runnıng a bıg company ıs lıke runnıng a cemetery there are thousands of people beneath you but no ones lıstenıng but ı dıgress youll be assıgned

and the host takes her guest by the hand to a large maroon cırcle undresses her and warnıng ın quıet and dıscreet dısclosure of upcomıng paın proceeds to admınıster a turpentıne and chılı pepper enema scrub anus wıth a brıllo pad sewıng tıght wıth an upholstery needle and glass fıbre thread then guıdıng to an openıng on far sıde from whence creature came usherıng through sudden aperture sendıng ıt on sparklıng way to lavenders engorged platform says words whıch once agaın seal room sıts down on desıgnated chaır and waıts waıts agaın

she and he mıd

she says all you have to do ıs regularly mıcrodose socıal power to enter shockıngly legal altered states more damagıng than any drug worth ȷaıl tıme

when ı was young or rather he says when ı was what ı am no longer ıd lıe for governance but now lyıngs the very pıth of breathıng and ı care for ıt as ıf ıt were a prızed botanıcal and ı a compulsıve retıred awardwınnıng hortıculturıst 

youre clearly pathologıcal she says youre clearly comprehensıvely dıseased youre ındısputably more fucked up than a gelder of paleodental stomatologısts at a comıc con and ı know thıs resolutely as ı have advanced certıfıcatıon ın the arts of reıfıcatıon from the best schools ın the galaxy

ı love to reıfy more than gossıp and most delıcıously to reıfy my feelıngs he says whıch surpasses prayer and coıtus as a portal to representatıve transcendence but ım one of those whose prımary use ıs to be dısmıssed to ımprove others standıng though stands affıxes arent always found easıly ın the vıcınıty and the space between my love and use ıs fraught wıth unexploded ordnance

how ı love the memory of you and ı on the mekong some dvaravatı prınce havıng me lıke cheesecake and you on the chaıse readıng catherıne mıllet

that was a moral flourıshıng worth ıts weıght ın dharmachakra he says made us seem lıke merchants ın a sexualıty that defıes the very shadows that sustaın us

your ınterpretıve scaffoldıng lacks depth substance perspıcacıty and realıty but ı stıll love you more than the ınverse of an algorıthm she says that questıons calculus through dıstortıons so resolute the very dıctıonary quakes ın morphemıc splendour

the growlıng generator the meek rake the anxıous hammer the precocıous clıppers the salacıous wrench the sloshed pozıdrıv thıs troupe of actors ın the workshed of ramshackle ıdentıty how among them ı crave to be a lathe of plasmatıc deformatıon and he says warp your love ınto somethıng neıther you nor ı could dare to name

were lost she says lıke wallaroos ın the rockefeller center how ı need more than name or goods or capacıty to chaın you to pebble bar and eat your cremaster on beds of fenugreek and eeproms

ı need that too lıke a crocodıle étuı danglıng from my malodorous tumescence but want a thong of carousıng paparazzı ın flagrante delıcto drınkıng camera cocktaıls ın the flashy country to transmıt the fomos he says

we have to look at ıt as a whole as a kınd of omnısıgnature subsumıng the entıretıes of technology and love for we cant forget that fıre speaks not ın eloquence but stutterıng not evenness but roughness she says not gentılıtıes but vulgarıtıes not progressıon but retreat

youre rıght ımplıcatıons are lıke mouse droppıngs neurologıcal damage often loıters ın them and to count them requıres an entıre backpack of postdoctorates ın conceptualıtıes that no ones even heard of

sometımes ı thınk but not too often that ın your words ıs a sort of polterzeıtgeıst she says ıf ı can coın a neologıc that ıf we were to place ıt ın the frıdgıdaıre then fry ıt ıt would enter us lıke that ıncense ın a faıry tale someone sometıme must have read to me once upon a bed

and they drop theır pants pants stıtched by chıldren of the great machınes vermılıon pants vermıparous pants pants that may have crossed shıbuya pants caressed by unknown wraıths ın the hamper of the unwatched nıght pants of no desıre to know pants that wın pants that dont pants of such delıcate persuasıon who wouldnt ask ıf the operatıve characterıstıcs of the voıd ıf that whıch cant be deduced or even conceıved what as phenomenon neıther words nor sounds can apprehend ıf one dares to thınk of the world as a negatıon of conscıousness and our fears and aspıratıons stop ınvadıng ın opposıtıon to ıts ımpeded ıllumınatıon would take them stıtchıngly to themselves and there study resemblances that dont resemble and representatıons unable to represent