the annihilated i

dumbarton demelza

chats with edmond on beached words

house of eels

shell cells

certified desertified

sand conurbations

i inhabit a circular desert

all deserts are circles

wherever i am pitched i’m at the desert’s center for its horizons – the walls of my selves and equally my home – are infinite and from an eternally equal distance babble incomprehensible harmonies

you’re incarcerated in an indiscernible cell of the center with empty horizons as your boundaries

no matter where i move my situation remains the same

oh flexible cell

god is an umbrella protecting us from god

the desert you inhabit is you – or rather the annihilated i you find within the i

whether i say this i or that i, these i’s or those i’s, some i’s or the or an i, makes little difference to the structures and processes of my home or how i live. all these ways of saying say in their way the annihilated i

you’ve tried – quite comically it must be said, for comedy pervades your attempts more than any other attribute (comedy being the intractable juxtaposition between primordial energies that a singularity futilely treats tractably) – to leave the desert, to dedesert the desert, to desert the undesert … but now you’ve grown tired of those amusements (having broadly experienced the plasmatic holography of environmental immersion and the definitional monumentality of human society) and in this weariness is a laughter of your present presence

oh comprehensive analysis

monumentality hides within plasma, plasma in monument. these hidings as other hidings hide another kind of laughter

the knowledge of my land – increasingly indistinguishable from what the dominant tongue calls self-knowledge – i find written under rubble of the annihilated i

the text you find is dreams of water written on dreams of sand

the text and the knowledge … more rubble of the annihilated i. it’s rubble all the way down. i dig

god is movement

the circle of the desert – its infinite circumference of disintegrating sameness – is the movement god traces on itself

a metro is a desert insect – scurrying nowhere, uncomfortable with the supraterrane, efficient, providing the human a unique opportunity to travel under the sand at minimal cost

when i wander alone in places in which i know no one (this lack of acquaintance a portal to resemblance), the places i wander – through movement, through aloneness – are everyplace and so assume the environment of space before description. space of annihilated i

it’s said the city doesn’t reveal the desert but the desert reveals the city. yet it’s also said that the city is the primary revealer of the desert and the desert hides the city

strange truth reconciled only in contradiction. not any contradiction of words but of environment, of the kinship of hiding and revealing

cities are built of sand but deserts not of cities

i, being city and desert, am built of words

sadoo is city and desert in one flesh and so a flesh that speaks not the tension of societal scrimmage, of the oppositions and incompatibilities – whether comic or tragic – between human characters … but the tensions in god estranged from god

when i move in places where the humans speak a language i understand it can occasionally be tempting to believe in a communicable sensuousness more difficult to embrace in what are conveniently often called foreign environments. but the difference is more one of the interplay of light on the indefinable structures of infinity

are the i’s that aren’t annihilated i’s i’s?

they’re spear share snouts

god is etymology and the desert is words

i inhabit circular words

their horizons are infinite and their center the annihilated i

nomhematological practices for the dysthymically joyous

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conjugate gone

gone   gonad   bygone   she’s gone   saigon   isogone   antigone   demogorgon   zygon   ceratopogon   cogon   jargon   flagon   gonozooid   gonorrhea   estragon   chiliagon   chilly juice wagon   aragon   logon   gonk

you missed the fourth person reflexive subjunctive

i thought that was gonk

gonk’s the no person unreflective esohortative participle

i thought gonk was the no person unreflective esohortative participle and the fourth person reflexive subjunctive

no

i don’t know what it is

you identified it correctly in tuesday’s class

i don’t remember tuesday’s class

if you don’t get it i’m going to have to fail you

but i got all the other 21 forms

that’s not good enough, you have to be able to correctly identify all 22

can you give me any hints?

i can give you three and i’ve already given you one so i can give you two more but each hint costs

what does it cost?

the rules stipulate that i can’t tell you until after the examination’s over

and if i guess wrong?

each wrong answer is equivalent to a hint and thus adds to your debt

i don’t remember tuesday’s class

you would have used it, although incorrectly, at the xenodochion near kokkinorachi when speaking with the aurelian from zouzouleika

go̊no̊pho̊rtidium

it’s true you used go̊no̊pho̊rtidium with the aurelian from zouzouleika at the xenodochion near kokkinorachi but you used it incorrectly and created embarrassment and go̊no̊pho̊rtidium is not the fourth person reflexive subjunctive

gonozooid   chiliagon   chilly flagon wagon   bygone   isogorgon   ceratoporagon   shesagon   gonkorrhea   bygonad   logonogogo   …

you’re losing focus

...   gonzo  gonfalonier   gondola   nyiragong   tettigoniidae  theogoniaogonogous …

in your fifth vision two helicopters ago you see this word etched on an echo of a doubtful apogee as you’re passing a crumbling network of exhausted sentences while chatting ogdoöcomprehensibly with a lazy acrobat on its way to a fallen conference of disgruntled glottologists who’ve recently but in tottering modes of metamorphic denial subjected a clad of charmosyna diadema to abattoirs branded as abreuvoirs to a chorus of dysthymic tracheophytes

apojubavoid

you have failed and failed thricely and failed much more. first and most firstly and more singly you have not answered correctly. second and the second is itself neahashtadashamawry : you have provided nearly eighteen wrong answers. third and third is thrice : i have given you three hints. all this combined indicates clearly you have not paid sufficient attention to the requisite knowledge and thus must pay compensation equal to your faults on the scales of precarious reparation in the courts of humiliated vitality in the laws of conjectural stings in the land of lost universes at the center of bespattered thought

and the master of the conjugations of gone

takes its failed examinee

this game of nothingness

an i

to the sanctuarized heights of despondency

and in that primordial there

smears it on a blackened page

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