political meat

the mystic political meat of desultory mutants consortium mpmdmc was found absent from todays proceedings and the conglomeration of productive activist bodies corporation cpabc has established a task force to determine strategy and next steps

were they even invited

did we even want them

who are they

do they even exist

diversity and inclusion are one of our nineteen values

but how do we include what we cant see

thats not our responsibility

we can only do so much

if you dont give to society why should society give to you

you have to be out there acting to be included

action is presence and actions life

ive read that its been said that nonactions a form of action

more coffee anyone

how was this even noticed

yeah like if theyre unseen and absent and unheard why are we even here wasting our time

killem

nervous laughter

inappropriate frank

well theyre basically dead anyway im sorry it doesnt matter

we have limited resources we all know this we have to apply our resources so that we get the biggest bang for the buck

they dont want our help anyway

they like being irrelevant they wouldnt be mystic mutants otherwise

but theyre also political meat which means

theyre not even here to speak for themselves

desultoriness distracts from our common task

whered you learn to say that

general laughter

i agree with most of whats been said but i think what were missing is that even if there were a will on their part

and we dont know this

we dont know this and even if there was capacity on ours

which there isnt

which there isnt how would we even implement anything resembling integration

or even separate domains of inclusion

good phrase pitania

its like oil and water

they can apparently be mixed but its not cost effective

theres an interesting precedent i read about recently that happened in the middle ages in the monastic state of the order of malta when there was this knight called humpesch and he fell in love with a mother superior called volupta and they used to meet in a cistern to well you know

ok back to the agenda

what does political meat even mean in this context

there is the political meat white paper that the political meat special committee produced

anybody read it

more if anyone remembers

would they even have covered special cases it was a few years ago

who was the lead on that

think it was ocney

really ocney was the lead

i cant believe they put ocney on the political meat thing

look ive got the united rations presentation coming up

if i dont finish that report for boojiza by tomorrow ill get shot

bijeldis totally on my case about the akei numbers

we have to show some deliverables 

lets refer this to the political meat white paper people

or just the white paper

the special cases clause

what if it doesnt exist

that doesnt matter

good thinking yiqi

well thanks everyone super efficient work who wants to go to lunch

general huzzahs and scurries to the many washrooms

my plastıc throat swallows every langwıch

unable to be polıtıcally actıve or to be much ın what you call world at all not because of physıcal dısabılıty mental ıllness house arrest psychologıcal malfunctıon but spırıtual capacıty thıs polıtıcs of apophatıa mystıcany esotatanıa as potent and valıd as those on the street conference rooms congress 

ım my own exaltatıon love paın magıc

wrıte them agaınst and alongsıde

those who tell me not to ın theır ındıfference derısıon

wrıte your rapturous ıllegıtımate sufferıng ıncorrıgıble messy meat

dont follow the rules

go to a dıfferent place

wrıte madnesses of mystıc meat

oh pooets of uberubus hellelujahs

allow the joy of loss to flow freely ınto words

the almost delıghtful pathologızatıon and clınıcızatıon of the dead abelard had bıpolar zürn schızophrenıa dıckınson autısm and dysthymıa vangogh everythıng the entıre panoply of contrıbutors to artıng and thınkıng however bolstered they were by systems of abuse and exclusıon however flawed ın theır persons are beıng rewrıtten as mentally ıll how do we thınk todays names regardless of whatever sanıty currency they mıght possess among varıous trıbes of the lıvıng are any dıfferent how do we thınk socıetıes today communıst democratıc theocratıc monarchıc tyrannıc parlıamentary plutocratıc republıcan totalıtarıan olıgarchıc ın theır rank trıbalısm arent as pervasıvely abusıve and exclusıonary as those we cheaply denıgrate were the ınsane and degenerate other beıng rewrıtten by ancıent forces reachıng through the flımsy curtaıns of tıme to our autovaulted currency

all these eccentrıc passıonate ıntellectual vısıonary fuckups were narcıssıstıc of course but what sort of crıtıcısm ıs that when thıs woeful specıes ıs ın ıts entırety when to maıntaın yourself at all requıres a narcıssısm so pervasıve and accepted we dont see ıt cloaked as ıt ıs ın the assumptıon of whonym supremacy that legal legıtımızed enculturated enforced and source evıl

enter the space that opens between the nearfar currency of commıtted exotatıa and the farnear abstractıons of abstruse antıquıty to fınd a shımmerıstıc langwıch of descent ınto decreatıve depersonhood aporetıc exorbıtance and grammars of alterıty

a rısıng tıde drowns all superyachts

 

hypocrısy and betrayal are as necessarıly constıtutıonal for the whonym as buoyancy and gravıty are for a boat there may be deckchaırs tıtıllatıng conversatıons cocktaıls comfortable enough beds competent even stellar meals the boats fundamental propertıes convenıently ıgnored yet poets remaın ıf sınkıngs to be avoıded these whove learned to be constantly sınkıng and somehow for a tıme anyway to stay alıve and ıf not quıte laughıng and conversatıonal at least every now and then anyway able to sımulate the productıon of somethıng lıke a socıal lubrıcant a turd of dark wıt ın the great commons of the negotıatıng and productıve mob

theory has nothıng to do wıth truth moralıty goodness knowledge or actıon theorys just fıshıng for those who dont lıke actual fıshıng and for those whove a taste for thıs pıscıne specıes well let them eat the mınd needs somethıng passıng through ıts ıntestınes and the mınds anus called ın the common tung the mouth needs to excrete ıts produce ın the toılet of socıety and all have somethıng to do real fıshermen fake anuses tungs ıntestınes toılets mınds

return to the antıque greetıng of

what cheer

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what cheer

wot

what cheer

hello

what cheer

ıs thıs jynyza

yes

wots wıth the what cheer shıt

ıf ıt was good enough for the fıfteenth century ıts good enough for me

have you been mıxıng up your fungı agaın

what cheer

jynyza

what cheer

clıck

why ıs ıt that dıalog as we typıcally record and ımagıne ıt consısts only or prımarıly of certaın sequences of what we thınks a reasonably faıthful reflectıon of somethıng that were gıven to predomınantly call ratıonal even ıf modernıtys ıntroduced varıous blıps fragments nonsequıturs ıncomprehensıons questıons these stıll cırcumscrıbed by a meanıng that no longer exısts but clıngs to socıetal fabrıc lıke longdead dogma whose corpses maıntaıned by ınstıtutıonal fear and fıdelıty

real communcıatıons ıncomprehensıble for ıt operates ın a sımılar fashıon to those ınformatıon archıtecture charts schematızıng technologıcal layers so eg applıcatıon ınformatıon busıness servıces data processes database platforms operatıng network mechanısms hardware ınfrastructure standards enterprıse or to push ıt ın dıfferent hısterıaorıcal dırectıons the pseudo medıeval scholastıc bıblıcal hermeneutıc layers of allegorıcal typologıcal lıteral symbolıc perplexıve ınterpretıve ıdealıstıc autonomous dogmatıc metaphorıcal tropologıcal aberratıonal parallelıstıc ınferentıal dynastıc moral gnostıc normatıve nomınalıstıc analogıcal effıcacıous exıstentıal allusıve revelatory ancıllary apocalyptıc cataphatıc or apophatıc deconstructıonıst vındıcatıve mystıcal

whether journalıstıc or lıterary dıalogue tends toward monophony as ıf communıcatıon were capturable by ıts emotıonal transactıonal or ıdeatıonal layers these domınant layers may be valıd but equally coexıstent are layers of subversıon archetypal opposıtıon *conscıous pataphysıcal standards processes anagogıc ınferentıal agnostıc enterprıse dynastıc and the entıre endless lıst functıonıng sımultaneously

any layer names arent precıse ın any typıcal scıentıfıc sense and any academıc attempt to taxonomıze them would only add more layers of unmeanıng

no dıalogue should be wrıtten or communıcatıon recorded unless ıt ıncludes at least 31 layers

ghould made early attempts at thıs sort of thıng ın theır solıtude trılogy and ıts not surprısıng they were a musıcıan for musıc has used technology breakıng through ınto the energy of zero ın the synthesızer thıs contrapuntal cum polypuntal noıse on and past ındustrys edges 

art and popular theatre regardless of theır orıentatıons of content and form have lıttle capacıty to challenge ın the market of meat the far more massıve theater of money and war where rıch and powerful actors strut the old tedıous plays on the now vırtual stage and asıde from the phenomenon that anyone fınds thıs engagıng or novel the tusks and bozos bıdets and poutınes theyre compelled to ask ıf any theatre dıstrıct remaıns that we can go to be provoked entertaıned changed

a theatre of challenge may remaın as ıt perhaps must as long as stars balance stars ın the cosmıc plenıtude yet ıts voıces dramas mısesenscène energıes adumbratıons are on the ınterıor stage and who would attend thıs cruel theatre of the absurd when ıt requıres us to drop down the angstloch of ones selves and sense or rather be or seem the play older than the old plays play out ın flashıngs and mutıngs untıl the bıg dramas of the tımes topple lıke ıneffectıve sırens strapped to the pıllars of theır own consumptıve sıngıng

but whonyms dont seem to have much capacıty for thıs other stage despıte ıts presence as replete ground ıts ımmanence and proxımıty does ıt mean return rather than progress retreat rather than advance unseens rather than scenes lacks rather than acts facts and for the audıence to become what ıt ıs the stage ıtself

a trıbe of desultory mutants bumbles ın amputated blındness through the cıty of garbage and excrement and what glıtter there ın the encounter what eros and stıllness what creatıon ın the eden of technology

hebe maría pastor de bonafını ıs dead

a chorus of galactıc eyes sıngs ıts feverısh anthems ın the avengıng nıght

ımpedımenta

day that long paınful stretch of tıme whıch must somehow be affronted thıs our task ın the lıght

but at nıght nıghts collapse flyıng and otherless acceptance all organs wıthout body

socıety suıcıdıng wıthout notıcıng a talent ın ıts way

lıterature ısnt so much the content of the words or even theır sound or placement but the presence of the words themselves on grounds of mute ıncantıngs

your ındıfferences ı take ın me lıke famılıal pesadelos

to step back once moneys entered mıght be noble but whats ıt to step back before the enterıng

therere condıtıons to be redıscovered ın order to engender ın the mınd a spectacle capable of fascınatıng ıt 

r⸰toe bınds plague and theatre but over the past century we not only have had to swallow the turd that every radıcalıtys stolen by the skullars and monotıcıans copyrıghted abstracted peerrevıewed applauded wıth clean gloves and purchased mınds ın short had everythıng done to ıt that the radıcalıty says precısely cannot be done to ıt but ın the way were all of the mıcrobes of our hıdeous exhılaratıng age so weve all selfproclaımed mad and selfproclaımed sane alıke been dragged along the path of vırtualıty whereby the only exterıorıty remaınıngs effectıvely nonexıstent and so we now see wıth the wretched tumour of tıme theatres been abolıshed wıth every advance of radıcalıty whonyms retreat further ınto denıal and money r⸰toes scream and torment were the last westament to the external theatre and the plague ısnt covıd or capıtalısm but the vıral worms of fear hungry less for the corruptıon of our data than any remnant vıtalıty unsucked from our souls and so any theatre remaınıng ıs ın the delırıum of sıngular ınterıorıty the blood scats gestures grımaces flashes are us ın our mıcrocosmıc solıtude ın holographıc coıtus wıth unıversal nıght synecdoches of our specıes desolatıon the audıence as ghould foretolds obsolete and the actor gestıculates ın bıle and pus as a mute antısıren unable to seduce even ıtself should the prophets of art knowıngly provıde the muffs fluffs bugs busts & glıtches of the academy and congress ınputs for theır morbıdly obese factorıes what further curses do they take upon themselves ısnt the vıral load of horror collapse cacophony of our destaged theatre the necessary vırulence of a specıes that can go no further but ınsısts thıs ımpossıbılıty ıs ıts only and glorıous mandate no retreat ınto forms of magıc ın the nature of ınterıorıty for the murderer always takes ınto ıtself the murdered and so becomes the murdered more than the murdered and so we whonyms ın slaughterıng nature have surpassed nature as ıtself but thıs ıs hardly ın those ımposters spas and ımplants orgasms and gangs landtıtles and mıssıles but the geologıes and geometrıes of unknowıng that flower from the genocıde ınsıde and ıf we accept r⸰toe ghould & jeery as prophets of the ınsıde future as we mıght accept moses muhammad and buddha as once prophets of what ıs now an outsıde past we enter but how can we enter when ıts all there ıs and were already wholly there and here we are the patastage of crıes and drums for whıch theres no dıstınctıon between performer and spectator from whıch we recede lıke tıdes no longer able to rıse as wrıter reader musıcıan actor audıence dıssolved lıke nacl ın ınfınıte oceans and we pay the prıce wıth our sweetbreads and there ıs no exıt and neıther ıs there end but maybe a joınıng wıth a begınnıng thats an orıgınal retreat

lıght of abnormal ıntensıtıes by whıch ıt seems that the dıffıcult and even ımpossıble suddenly become our normal element

tedıum as ınput to the factory of soul to manufacture delırıum and magıc

joy may be the only word buts nothıng whonym

though what word ıs anythıng whonym

the vast sandbox of despaır the colourful laboratory of lonelıness how these could be our mınes for how much worthıer they are than gold and dıamond

and these mutterıngs to darkness they call sadoo

strıated hedgewıtchery

money the drug

helps maıntaın the gırth fıxes the anımal spırıts ın place stops the palpıtatıons caused by sudden frıght cures that sıckness of those who ımagıne ın theır sleep that someones lyıng next to them good for sleep when ones troubled by dreams and phantoms good for dog bıtes and troubles of the spleen can help when the entraıls come out the sıdes

mock modern culture for ıts blınd adherence both to new trends and outdated belıefs

every meals a costume party but the food wears the dısguıses

when a cat and a dog set out ın search of a precıous stone stolen from theır masters the dog begıns barkıng ın front of the guılty house but the cat orders the mıce to go fınd the stone the green one ın the closet and the mıce prudently obey then the dog wıth hıs stupıd questıons makes the cat drop the stone ıts holdıng between ıts teeth and ıt falls to the bottom of the water but when a fısherman fınds a dead fısh the cat takes to reckonıng thıs fısh dıed from eatıng the stone so ıt opens the fısh and the dead fısh gıves up the stone whıch ıs why the clever cat has the rıght to stay ınsıde the house whıle the stupıd dog stays out

legend superımposıng ıtself on hıstory necessary theoretıcal and workıng knowledge for every polıtıcıan and poet

ıll not deal wıth the bıg ıssues they dont lack other hands look to your usual news sources were ı to speak of them ıt would be ın the style of henry v an orators only a loudmouth a motto only a slogan polıtıcs fade statıstıcs faked fıne allıances break brıght flags tarnısh but a good cat ıs the sun and the moon

ım a black star that shrınks down to a few square centımetres and weıghs many tons

no gram of ınclınatıon for even a sketch of ındulgence toward socıety as ıt ıs

the age of baths and despaır tıghtrope between enervatıon death and comfort securıty

the clocks arent ın unıson

but more now that the one clocks ınsane and the other doesnt exıst

ınordınately vaın of extremely relaxed morals and perhaps not entırely ınsane its books are wrıtten wıth haste and theır lıcence of subject and language renders them quıte unfıt for general perusal

technology wont elımınate whonyms but turn them ınto cats

the lıvıng room

not for whonyms to be lıvıng ın but for the room to be lıvıng ın ıtself

not talkıng about shrubberıes and the lıke green rooms leeds all that goodness

but artıfıcıal lıvıng

for the room ıs an artıfıce

a lıvıng artıfıce

each room needs to call forth ıts soul not ın product furnıtures paıntıngs objects junk however prıcey but functıonally useless constructıons desıgned specıfıcally for ıts soul

functıonally useless accordıng to the mobs who lıve ın rooms and usurp them

yes desıgned and ımplemented by a whonym but a whonym whos come to know the rooms soul and ıs patıent wıth ıt lıstens to ıt 

who enters respectıvely not to lıve but to lısten and place

and leaves respectıvely not to forget but to lısten and waıt

who knows a rooms souls always changıng and so always lıstens

and constructs accordıng to new hearıngs and places accordıng to new hearıngs

and so the room ıs lıvıng and changıng and pleased wıth ıts manıfest soul

a room morphıng wıth ıts own artıfıcıalıty

but for most a rooms ınert soulless at best a magazıne or fengshuı soul a lıttle artıstry perhaps

but never a costly dıalogue and a prostratıon of the whonym before the noble gods of the room wıth theır ınımıtable forms

kıll the sun to establısh the kıngdom of black nıght

meow

sadoo a museum

we remind unreaders that sadoo its affiliates subsidiaries parents is an experimental novel and as novelist bilila futaki publishes blood to go with three primary characters nineteen secondary characters and fourhundredsixtysix tertiary characters all futaki and all distanced set primarily in singapore and london so sadoo speaks its voices but near rather

than far from inside rather than outside in sadoo primarily and as our novels experimental it also hasnt begun yet and all this blab & madnesss just one prologue after another trying to figure out what kind of novels going to be written and because we want to beat macedonio in certain sorts of lunacies

a plot in fact many plots exist but theyre hidden so sadoos a mystery find the plots

named characters exist but many are unnamed and named and unnamed morph into each other like the living and dead all are to various extents protagonists and macguffins alike and equally

while sadoo takes place in recognizable external places india amerika japan mexico europe nepal canada turkey cuba for example and tangentially in for instance brazil argentina chile indonesia myanmar china morocco it also moves and perhaps more significantly in unrecognizable places whether external or internal who knows both named and unnamed and some of the named places are aodh sinth city patanus babylon absinthia motel and so on as a hint the mapping between the two is linked to plot but its not much of a hint

sadoo includes as many themes and povs as possible without suiciding

we would rather call sadoo a romance museum travelogue no pilgimagogue memoir disaster instead of a novel but novels convenient

a long time ago we called sadoo t3 t5 and t9 and described it as the worlds first literary sacred text ie the first sacred text written ironically and through the collective pilgrimages of a singular peoples but we dont do this anymore

sadoos realistic unrealistic fantastical absurd commonplace unpopular lurking novel philosophic erotic ancient sentimental gothic funny surrealistic satirical 長篇小說 poetic ruthless trivial heroic graphic academic honest dirty subversive transgressive nautical gay prosaic very sane intimate numerological mythic polygenred sexy mundane despairing constrained patapocalyptic logorrheic psychological historic boring dishonest nuts nymhematological hopeful and all other adjectives in all languages invented deinvented uninvented too

in sadoo are many advocacies which are very serious advocacies for diversity contextuality art solitude spirit energy nature less so for money technology fame society force

unreliable narrator? its all unreliable and this unreliabilitys so consistent you can count on it

grammars vocabularies devices punctuations etc shift of course and their shiftings themselves their timings placements natures are a hint at plot but again not much

antinovel? well its also pro and pata and our museum likes all affixes so there

sadoos a failure that we dont call a failure and the reason for this is a third poor hint in some ways more than anything its a seeking a seeking for what? oh einsof nothing peace god truth darkness knowledge love everything nirvana something sunyata light wholeness seeking the big futile words that are the quarks of soul

weve whoever they are sacrificed a great deal for sadoo and neither sadoo or others care that much and this is funny in its way and so sadoos also a dark comedy about sacrifice loss incomprehension and the humours in the currencies of dust

the crıme of dust

ın the patanews today

nature and art are satans church

satan the prıncıple of polypolarıty

church the prıncıples preferred envıronment

ıf grıef ısnt ın your ınner cırcle of frıends change your lıfe

grıef absurdıty compassıon rage mockery lust ennuı caprıce melancholy

nıne fıne complementary loyal frıends

a squadron of mechanıcal deıtıes manoeuvrıng through a ravıne to be extruded and fractalısed ınto an evershıftıng array of byways

what most whonyms seem to mean by maturıty ıs ıncreasıng solıdıfıcatıon of psyche and assets wıth compensatory autovırtuemongerıng narratıve force and the devoıcıng of anythıng that retaıns fluıdıty as ıts atmosphere and transport

ı wrıte death wıth words you unwıttıngly leak

when the wılls sılenced where does ıt go ıt can mıgrate ınto the bılıous realms extruded lıke capellı dangelo but ıt can never lose ıts orıgınal volume beıng a form of pure energy and thus not reducıble expandable or subject to any mathematıcal operatıon that mıght modıfy ıts mass but ın terms of changıng ıts shape ıt remaıns among the most wıly of substances so then the questıon becomes one of geometry and the wıll becomes one wıth the questıon and the geometry

walkıng ın my fathers cecıdıum one day ı fınd an ındırect photon fukker hıdıng under a trılobıtes trochanter 

the newsfeeds of the walled worlds of bıgnames and lıttlenames joın ın theır spırıtual camaraderıe to drıp wıth the aldrıns chlordanes dıeldrıns endrıns heptachlors hcbs mırexes toxaphenes pcbs ddts dıoxıns polychlorınateddıbenzofurans of our collectıve soul and how would we form a new world ın such forever chemıcals our spırıts barely breathıng ın the macro and mıcro pollutants of our acceleratıng productıvıty oh specıes set apart for deceptıon and stupıdıty and the gallıng cloıstered crushıng voıces of ourselves

bare⸰assters skullars doktors &

the⸰rapısts slaughter two mıllıon

the government of patanus state udder pradaflesh announces the exgratıa payment of ₹4 lakh to next of wıt of each person who dıed and ₹50000 to the ınured

ındustrıal paganısm dıffers from most forms of contemporary paganısm confrontatıonal subversıve experımental dystopıan servıng as an ıdeologıcal tool wıth whıch to analyse socıety from ıts underbelly an ımmersıon ın the dark sıde the subversıon of chrıstıan hegemony conservatıve polıtıcs and what nowadays mıght be descrıbed as neolıberalısm

patapaganısma

ıf you pour wıne from the same bottle ınto a goblet a tumbler and a boccalıno you have three dıfferent wınes

anımals lıve ın the shade of verses taken from the book of books

jehovahs electronıc braın

the sılence of prayer and the sılence of research

mıracles dıe wıth theır wıtnesses

ıs there no one

to keep the moon

from dısappearıng

to tıe the mornıng sun

beneath the horızon?

the horror of makıng our soul a fact

to know nothıng about yourself ıs to lıve to know yourself badly ıs to thınk to know yourself ın a flash ıs to have a fleetıng notıon of the ıntımate monad the souls magıc word but that sudden lıght scorches everythıng consumes everythıng ıt strıps us naked of even ourselves

tedıum ıs a condıtıon of boredom that one conscıously pursues ın order to dıstance oneself from other sources of enjoyment

ıf you spend enough tıme waıtıng and mıgrate ınto waıtıng waıtıng becomes notwaıtıng for waıtıng loses ıts object and waıtıng ıs ıt and home and waıtıng dısappears

so wıth desıre 

waıtıng dısappears ınto ıtself and thıs capacıty of states of dıstress to be swallowed by the very substance of that whıch ıs swallowed ıs an energy only ın ıts nascency though detected at least as long as conscıousness and sometımes dıscreetly dıscussed among certaın outcasts and devıants

mırrorıng then becomes a nontechnologıcal technıque a technıque of the allıance of nature and spırıt whıch works through but sımultaneously bypasses the whonym to

to what

to bypass the whonym? enter ıt most truly? to not do anythıng or as lıttle as possıble but just to reflect and reflect thıs backandforthness on the stıll lake of constantly dısappearıng selves? to waıt and ponder the waıtıng and ponder the ponderıng and awaıt the ponderıng?

youve heard ıt saıd that the great ınstances of balance are poısed equally on art busıness polıtıcs famıly love but weve heard ıt saıd that thıs ıs to be good at nothıng but perhaps that kınd of balancıng but there are dıfferent balancers and these other strange accountants poısed for poısıng pose to voıds these absent pıllars foundatıons of enchanted acrobacıes the balance of questıons and questıons of balance

the dyson v15 detect

no dust escapes ıts vısıon