anyone who has even a smeddum of a mind knows that not only õvəl doesnt matter anymore but ârt doesnt either nothing matters anymore other than behaving sensibly as a species which is of course the one thing we cant do we can do everything except what matters which maybe is why were so obsessed with matter to detract us from what really matters what really matters is caring for our home which we might call love and all ärt does at its best is just say this in ten thousand different ways and whether it does anything at all other than say this and whether this perhaps not doing anything at all about what matters most is arts schizophrenia which may be better or worse or just different than societys schizophrenia about trying to do something about what matters most of which is either making things worse or trying to make things better as even trying to make things better considering our wholesale ineptness may easily be just making things worse and so artists are like the ancient desert mothers & fathers who just eventually shrugged and went out into the wasteland and sat on pillars and ate sunsets and died although of course once a few yahoos had gone out there a bunch of wannabe yahoos followed and then there was a society of desert yahoos just like theres a society of artist yahoos and nothings really changed except there are almost ten billion of us and fortynine gazillion more things and not room for many more and yet even knowing all this all we crave is more and you know what billy bee lake said about that and since all this craving is exactly the opposite of what really matters what it means though nothing means anything is that were the first instance in nature of pure hate which is why i guess religions like christianity arose so that we could further deceive ourselves that were creatures of love and this deception yet another hate hate upon hate and heres my õvīl i mean my hate i mean my despair i mean my nothing matters i mean my desert yahoo schizophrenia this is my sadoo
3.1.21
2.1.21
the story about a thinking about a novel maybe called conversings with cats about their names
tonight eg novels lethargic and a little depressed it doesnt like the word depressed because valleys are depressed and valleys are cool so lets say novels lethargic a little valleyed novel likes the word lethargic because it means morbidly drowsy which is super sexy and is the magic of forgetting which youve got to be good at to think about novel and thinking about novels the same as writing novel because each words a bundle of forgetting each word forgets a lot and when you add all the words of novel together which is more words than all the words that have ever existed and will exist and can exist novels more forgetting than forgetting which is a pretty big accomplishment when you think about it which you dont really want to do too much novels valleyed and forgettingmagicked tonight and it needs a little story though it doesnt believe in them
alabalawoolaboos thinking its newest forgetting which it thinks itll call conversings with cats about their names we say itll call but everyone knows novel does the calling we usually dont like putting these sorts of asides in novel but occasionally asides are more important than the story and intrude like roaches in a mexican dormitory but its equally important to acknowledge that the asides only important when youre in the aside and then is immediately forgotten but novels always important because you cant not be in it though you can forget it in fact you must its thinking while its conversing with its cat though truly as we know it cannot be its cat for every whonym is only its cats its conversing with cat of whom it is its and theyre conversing about its ie the cats name and the conversation migod this is entirely inarticulate goes something like this
c readin bout sum whonym called global shaker thinking lao that dood no global shaker & wtf yoo whonyms mean by this shaking globularly
w if possible id like to get back to laoing about your name
c eye mene c this temptanation lao lao on lao floorings alonging bigpoopoo spot and once the woofwoofpassing and loof snugli fiend vari loof and loof the temptanation
w it just seems to me no matter what i call you i never lao the name
c wssshwsssh u c mynot all lao chill deren and hoo speakspeaks wot yoo ootside lao lao
w for instance if we whonyms named you general lao when you came to us and if your ears twitch in a particular way when i say general lao but i often also call you furfuck or pamplepuss or noballsface or koo-shqa or chimpetina or judz or bœuusch or lounge and to each calling your ears also move in vague activity but it seems perhaps differently than when i say general lao what am i to lao?
c lang wich wot lao temp wich ootwich lao dood shakeshake
w yes i see your point but im trying to think or rather wait to receive thinking about this novel in a novel in a novel in a novel maybe called or calling conversings with cats about their names and id like it if we could collaborate a bit since the title does seem to assume some dialogical evidence and i know whonyms have long been fascinated by the subject even if your kind may have different perspectives and its these differences that im trying to however tangentially and obscurely get
c laolao poobigpoo woofloof wooftemplaowot doodwich
and alabalawoolaboo adds this to its existing material though nothing ever seems to be added or subtracted and it realizes conversings with cats about their names has always already been written and novel never has anything to do
this is the material novel says theres nothing new
now that thankfully weve got that story out of the way lets trash it first of all it stinks its got no plot really and the characters are types we dont care about and a sense of place is pretty much lacking and it doesnt go anywhere doesnt even start anywhere and the language is mostly incomprehensible and its boring and not very smart and teaches us nothing and doesnt make us feel anything and its only redemptions that its short
novels still valleyed and forgettingmagicked but at least the story about alabalawoolaboo and its story moves us a tad closer to death and so we can though we usually dont believe a little in progress and its nice to believe in something sometime somewhat even if it never lasts long
novel exists whether we believe in it or not it lasts even when we dont it neither believes nor disbelieves which is why it exists independently of our belief novels smart even if storys dumb and were dumber and this is why we always praise novel whether its good or bad or hiding
the noveleum of novelas novel
by cat and laopoo
dedicated to laoselves
novels tired and wants to go to sleep but cant because its too obsessed with the sound the basement sumppump makes in the kitchen sink every 45 minutes so instead of going to sleep it writes this sentence about wanting to go to sleep and if anything sums up novel thiss it
1.1.21
ovoidarama
one of the most interesting chapters though there are no chapters in my novel though there is no me or novel is the one about eggs its so interesting i decided to leave it out as it makes all the rest look bad it initially started off with the story about my opening the frij and looking in the egg container im vegan but occasionally lapse into eggs theyre so ovoid and happy and their little asses so reversible stick up into the air like wedding invitations and the remaining eggsre in this configuration
and i cant decide which egg to take i only need one to illustrate further and to aid or i mean egg unreaders in our great collective task of mutual misunderstanding lets number them thusly i mean eggly
the following points are particularly noteworthy
- 1 & 11 and 6 & 8 are the only neighbour eggs
- 9 & 0 could be considered neighbour eggs but only from a special perspective
- 3 is the only true isolate although it seems happy in its role though it is upside down
- 0 9 & 6 are the best numbers while we dont like 3 or 8 11s pretty up there and 1 while in the past weve proven its nonexistence is passable
- only 11 & 8 are upright
- egg cartons in the detestable reality of my country typically come in a 6x2 arrangement but in my frij which operates in a parallel existence they manifest according to the impossibilities of the day
- you cant see it here but on 11s reverse theres a faded map of the arnavutköy neighbourhood in one of the lesser purgatories
- all the eggs seem happy but 1 is faking it
- though there isnt really a top and bottom here there are four on the top and three on the bottom
so you see my problem
- if i take one from the top row therell be three on each row but if i take one from the bottom the inequality between the rows increases
- if i take 1 or 11 itll leave 11 or 1 with 3 as the only true isolates but if there are then two true isolates is there anymore a true isolate?
- same with 6 & 8 and only somewhat with 9 & 0
- if i take 3 no true isolate remains which may simply not be right
- if i take 1 therell be no eggs on either end
- if i take 0 9 or 6 the evil numbers will match the great numbers
- as 1 doesnt exist if i take it this may provide sufficient meditative material for a day or two
- if i take 6 it kind of looks like the big dipper
- if i take 0 which itself looks ovoid have i in fact taken two?
in the end i cant decide which new configuration i want and as im unsure i should even be eating eggs this refusal to act may be the best decision
takes a meaning to catch a meaning egg 8 shouts through the frij door and im irritated that an egg i dont like briefly amuses me
fortunately im distracted from these intractable difficulties when a character from this novel or from a novel i confuse with this one enters the novel and by this i mean enters the room im recovering in these practical challenges that quickly become vastly metaphysical are exhausting i forget its name and even if it has one and sings
♩ the cat of my ♬ egyptians
takes ♯♭ a ladder down ♫♪
its a pretty catchy tune and my cat whos been meowing needily on the floor nearby shuts up as if an unutterable truths been uttered and i join the singing and cat does too and the three or so of us gustily get in the bath together and sing large portions of the night away
and i think if this is going to be the most interesting chapter in sadoo this egg story doesnt cut it so i fry it up with some bearded hedgehogs and a few shallots