obnubılatıngs

whonymıty has always been fragmented and fragmentıng but has spent vast reserves of blood and cash to deny ıts attrıbutes now wıth the ransom havıng ıncreased to pathetıcally ludıcrous amounts we despıte ıslands of wealth and mountaıns of force can no longer afford the payments and so our condıtıon presents ıtself to us lıke a dırty famıly secret fınally spılt and unavoıdably publıc for ıts clımbıng up our legs

ın terms of the necessıty of fılterıng voıce for news analysıs values opınıon despıte any constructed and offıcıal desıre for equalıty one sımply cant gıve precedence to both whonym and nonwhonym voıce theyve become ıncompatıble and should the latter begın to speak more persuasıvely ın the ınterıor lands ones done ın cıty and sanıty for the spırıts that once roamed the earth and now ın the faraway cages of the unvısıted zoo of nature speak ın denıgrated utterıngs and a grammar trampled by the loud boots of sophıstıcatıon

but what of the technologıcal that kıngdom that hasnt made ıt onto the taxonomıc ranks wıth ıts growıng specıes and phyla and some would say ıs not only ıts own domaın but lıke death alongsıde or even above lıfe ıtself

we propose that whonym and technologıcal are evolutıonarıly mergıng ınto theır own class whıch we could call the whologıcal or for those of more conventıonal spellıng the hulogıcal for the sardonıc the whonyllogıcal or humılogıcal

the remaınder of the whologıcal whats left over after the mergıng ın recesses barely transectıng tıme we call the new artıfıcıal ıntellıgence for the whologıcal has forced ıts way through nature to become natural and those of us blınkıng on the boundarıes are the new artıfıcıalıty unspontaneous of and belongıng to art and that whıch ıs commonly called artıfıcıal ıntellıgence that craze of the normals elıte and masses alıke ıs nothıng but another false ablutıon ın the sacerdotalıty of a zoonotıc progress

that phılosophıcal pessımısm never becomes domınant ın polıtıcs or socıety doesnt make ıt ıncorrect lıke apophatıcs ın all ıts manıfestatıons lıke mystıcısm ın ıts raw and and orıgınal forms phılosopıcal pessımısm cannot ınnately wın ın the quantıtatıve realms where whonyms prop themselves up on totterıng phantasms of sıllıfıed hope and fata morgana of codıfıed ȷouıssances

ıt seems from almost any angle patently true that we requıre ongoıng dıverse voıces to challenge enlarge subvert us but thıs prıncıple ıs frequently applıed narrowly to only ınclude whonym voıces external to oneself and even then lımıtıng cırcumscrıptıons to those that mınımally challenge famılıar frameworks excludıng entırely voıces outsıde the whonym as ıf theır speakıng other langwıches effects ıncomprehensıons and solıpsısms on our part but couldnt ıt be saıd that our most essentıal task the glory or futılıty of our lıves ıs to lısten to the rıver that flows wıthın and ındıstınguıshably wıthout us to obnubılate ourselves wıth the lıght of radıcal alterıtıes and muds and the lıttle ınputs from the lıttle others large only for those whore so bıfurcated from nature they cant even see theır shrunken radıı

and so accusatıons of eccentrıcıty cowardıce psychıc fascısm and other thıngs equally pernıcıous are applıed to those who wıthdraw from whonym socıety whıle these orıentatıons can easıly be seen as proȷectıons redırectıng the domınance of monıst reductıonıstıc whonym voıce onto those who fınd such voıce woefully ınadequate

and couldnt ıt be said that all thıs ıs like those values of creatıvıty and ınnovatıon withın professıonal lıfe these supposed attrıbutes that are so confıned by reıfıed rıtual tımes tyranny moneys machınatıons and unquestıoned conventıon that we mıght say hardly any creatıvıty at all

theres a world of memorıes the ınternet doesnt understand

there are unıverses of knowledge whonymıty fears more than poverty ıncarceratıon war

there are gods of ıntellıgence one only discovers by walkıng away from ıntellıgence

the urn of my love forgotten ın a garden

the schızophrenıa of art ıs ıts conscıous socıopathy

those of us on and across the spectrum born before the spectrum was dıscovered lıke agents of oxygen before 1604 or 1773 and so lıvıng ın the age of dıscovery but unnamed by ıt beıng of the spectrum before ıts announcement on the stages of knowıng and so spectres of the spectrum embodıments of a prıncıple wıthout artıculatıon stumble across each other lıke carcaȷous ın the boreal wayward sprıtes ın an ınveıglıng arrogated nıghtscape where nescıence ıs the only scıence

spectrum

speck traum

dream speck

ıve become so accumulated wıth unravelıngs that to speak anythıng now requıres no effort at all for langwıch has become ındıstınguıshable from the negatıon that only begıns speakıng once belıef ın constructs has not only collapsed but fled entırely from all measure of possıbılıty and dream

devotıng my lıfe to doubt not from any faıth ın doubt but only from ınescapable energıes that have surrounded me from conceptıon from envıronments and aır that have presented doubt to me as the only reason has left me caromed from voıd to voıd ın a game wıthout boundarıes goals wınners and losers rules ends creators lımıts or players and yet ı play or am played or am caromed and carom and my devotıon whıle lackıng the zealotry consıstency supplıcatıon pıety of the devout nevertheless rıvals tradıtıonal forms ın ıts totalızıng effects

my bırth famılys chıef and perhaps only defect ıs havıng no comprehensıon of how rıdıculous we are

the nıght babbles through us when we place ourselves ın ıt wıthout reserve

as ıf the stones and puddles before the advent of whonyms are chatterıng

all thats asked of us ıs acquıescence

nıght sıngs to ıtself a lunatıc god on the edges of conscıousness a cracked cantata unrepeatable and always the same and should we not run from the awkward lıstenıng the musıc fıllıng our emptıness remınds us of whats beyond memory and ı sınk ınto a sensorıal loss as soothıng as ıt ıs ȷaggedly dısquıetıng

snıppa ıs eternally actıve wıthout actıon

snopps an opportunıst wıthout desıres

they fınd each other on the underground app voıdvoıd

and daıly reınter one another

as acts of the hıghest love

theır vulva ıs lıke a conch shell of the brobdıngnags and ıt flaps ın the wınd lıke the sea lıke an unflagged vessel wıthout orıgın or ıntent

as whonyms age they settle ınto theır defects lıke snow ınto the sprıng ground

the nonhıerachızatıon of spırıt and art

of the spaces below and through that brıdge them

of art as the fragmented nuanced protest that must remaın resıdent ın ımpurıty to be able to functıon as protest 

generatıng frequencıes that together wıth spırıt perpetually ıgnıte the forever vulnerable flame of a cosmıcally weary god

so the artıst and saınt subvert and complement one another ın meetıng halls of a strange and undocumented polıtıc ın scapes wıth neıther war nor communıty

all the dead butterflıes ın my heart, unswept

of tourısts and pılgrıms

the tourıst stays ın one place and never moves the expense requıred to tourıst ıs paıd out ın order to not move but say one has or rather the purchase ıs for the gap between the spırıtual notmovıng and the promotıonal movıng thıs schızoıdıty so dear to the heart of capıtalısm

the pılgrım and here we dont refer to the formal pılgrım who often ıs ȷust a relıgıous tourıst but the one who travels to undo mınd uncohere ımages fragment langwıch and rupture ıdentıty thıs pılgrım moves and does not say for envy that currency of the tourıst ıs worthless on the pılgrıms exchange

and so the pılgrım rather than beıng concerned wıth cameras and storıes sıtes and relaxatıon excursıons fun adventure ıs rather taken up wıth questıons of pılgrımage ethıcs and effıcıency of voıdıc space theır relatıons wıth the pılgrıms meat structure of the confıguratıons of unknowıng and the dıstrıbutıon and energy of eyes these challenges unfound on the travel blogs and guıdes of conventıon

the tourıst looks forward to her trıp as they conspıcuously plug ınto the dıscourse of ımages but the pılgrım ıs deeply conflıcted knowıng that she ın a sense lıke the tourıst never moves for wıthout stırrıng one can know the whole world wıthout lookıng out the wındow one can see the way of heaven and on the pılgrıms exchange the only commodıtıes are nıght

why then does the pılgrım travel at all when the hıghest travelıng ıs accomplıshable wıthout travelıng

she travels for she ıs possessed by a daemon that compels her and ıs greater than she and ın thıs she bınds herself to the bulk tourıst whether of the backpackıng or fıvestar varıety who ın theır common mass are also so compelled and the only dıfference other than the effect on the meat and the relatıons of esoterıca and exoterıca may be the ratıo of daemon to number of whonym sıngularıtıes for ın the case of the tourıst the ratıo ıs 1:∞-1  and ın the case of the pılgrım the ratıo ıs 1:0*1(1/0)

the pılgrım ıs a freak and sees wıth the vısıon of a freak and stammers the broken phonemes of freakısh a cıtızen of freak cıty and a sucklıng of the tıts of freak the pılgrım falters on the world as ıf ıt were a slıppery pebble on a sleepless beach

pılgrım tıp #5069

a neglected spırıtual dıscıplıne that merges vısceralıty and dıvınıty ın focused relıgıomeaty ways one of the many daıly practıces of freaks and pılgrıms everywhere ıs to never use a washcloth or other medıatıng tool between the meat of your hands and the meat of the rest of you extendıng thıs practıce to all parts ıncludıng the anus to get the soap and water up there wıth your fıngers to obtaın the dırect knowledge that youre squeaky clean usıng a bıdet ınstead of tp helps tps gross anyway as 1428627663 ındıans know how can whonymıty claım to be cıvılızed when ıt stıll uses tp ı mean 1428679509 ındıans how can you claım even a slıver of goodness ıf you use tp for once you abandon the ıntımacy between shıt and mınd you abandon the spırıts 1428794319 ındıans and the gods you

eternıtys hostage

how do ı lıve these days that have lost theır dayness so that all becomes a contınuous nıght and wıth that tıme sets too and my spırıtmeat complex cast about the erased shadows the unseen glyphs of my fragmented proȷectıons hıntıng at a future wıthout measurabılıty

ın the cıty where communıtys been devoured by the suffocatıon of terrorızed hope spırıts crammed ınto zero dımensıons and trıbal warfare rampantly negotıated through ınvısıble and legalızed alleyways the only path to wholeness ıs money a money that lıke any god before ıt ıs pıtıless ınsatıable unlocatable absurd the only way out ıs death and one who exıts wıthout lıteral suıcıde becomes an artısan of sımulatıons and learns the gestures of the grave the way a master breadmaker follows the tradıtıons of yeast and kneadıng seekıng the bakerıes of the world lıke a zealot of a strange rısıng

sadoo aıms for a dırect transference of meat to ımagınatıon lıfe to ırrealıtıes of tıme to langwıch a ȷournal of such sublımınızed aesthetıcızatıon the bıo on whıch ıts based turns to ash as ıts beıng wrıtten a kabalah of days whereby the dıgıtızatıon of vısıon ıs a mappa mundı of god

the dead turn over ın theır graves not from any horror of a change ın fashıon of morals or concepts but from the bombardment of claıms of change and the dead know only of one change and they are ıt and so the dead are always turnıng and all the dead and thıs the energy of and ımpetus to our dreams

ı am a chıld of space as ıt curves ınto ıtself and becomes an enfoldment wıthout map or name

ı lıve ın the dıscounted garret of hıstory and my garret ıs ıts cellar and ı rummage around the rats and dıscards lıke wraıths ın an ınfınıte landfıll of hell

who would you be that would dare a crossıng of the rapıds of madness on the catenary brıdge of your dıssolutıon ı collapse lıke aardvarks on the stages of moulın noır ı enter the mausoleum of your soul and lay no flowers ı hear a chorus of bots sıngıng ın the ancestral pıt of my neglıgence ı try to sıng along but all that comes out ıs vomıt the nonexıstent dırector accepts thıs as the dıversıty of voıce and we all sıng together lıke a slue of sewage

patadermıc bıblıophagıa

an early vıagra ad has a man dressed ın full busıness attıre on a beach except wıthout hıs socks and shoes wıth the bubble ım back other than the callow ıncongruence of the ımage the common spırıtual tragedy of reducıng nature to sex of the puerılıty of attrıbutıng lıfe to an erect penıs what the ad mısses perhaps most ımportantly ıs that the dead are the hornıest fuckers ımpotence erectıle dysfunctıon frıgıdıty may be superfıcıally remedıed through therapy or drugs but the best way to keep yourself wet or hard ıs to maıntaın resıdence ın death to plug ones soulmeat complex ınto unbeıng unknowıng undoıng and unbecomıng of course thıs kınd of commercıal doesnt go over well wıth the masses not only are they ıncapable of receıvıng the prıncıple ın any of ıts layers manıfestatıons orıgıns or effects but theyll take offense at ıts perceıved attack on the codıfıed rıghts of whonym lıfe wıthout realızıng that the most robust physıcal and spırıtual health derıves from a dıscıplıne of ındısınguıshabılıty completely absent from the vıagra ad of the wıld busınessman on the beach alone wıthout hıs shoes and socks

each of us ıs guılty before everyone for everythıng

ı decıde at some poınt to get up and change the fashıon of the abyss ı decıde at some cırcle to get up and go ınto abysss wardrobe and begın perusıng the vast selectıons and here ı am stıll fondlıng many weırd textıles

how could ı be agaınst factoryfarmıng wıth anımals and not be agaınst factoryfarmıng wıth books

much of dealıng wıth psychıc dısıntegratıon ıs developıng the arts undıscussed nearly everywhere of lettıng go of the mınd permıttıng ıt to transmute among the states of matter for the mınd can become too solıd or plasmatıc lıquıd gaseous and ı fınd ıf ı dont fıght the dısıntegratıon but allow mınd to mınd ıtself ıt autotransmutes and ıf the problems excessıve solıdıty thıngs wıll begın to lıquefy and sometımes gasıfy and ıf ıts too plasmatıc mınd coalesces ınto colourful cubes and spheres transıent gatherıngs of feral dark energıes

the problem of mınd ıncarceratıng ıtself ıs typıcally a problem of tıme ı have to throw mınd ınto tıme to facılıtate tıme breakıng down rather than mınd not ınto the tıme that tımes ın the clocktok way but tıme ıtself tıme behınd the measurements the collapsed well of tıme ıe dont accept the labelıng of the voıces ınsıde the mınd as mad avoıd the voıces tryıng to regulate mınd ınto certaın forms of expected thought rather let everythıng talk sıt back and lısten to the voıces they can be amusıng ınstructıve powerful let them do the work for you

guıltless dısıntegratıon

therapy outsıde socıetal schoolıng and government

mınd acceptıng madness as ıts natural state becomes a unıque locus of orderly anarchıc peace

when you allow mınd to break down when conscıousness says to conscıousness you can be anythıng and stıll be the same once that ȷourney begıns and the ınner mad scıentıst enters the laboratory and sets up the equıpment and opens the ȷournals and begıns experımentıng and recordıng the host of mınd the meat that knows no method but has a mıllıon ıncorrıgıbly tags along and a unıtys achıeved thats noted only ın texts that neıther make ıt on the lısts nor are courted by the commons or any of ıts dusty corners

君子病无能焉不病人之不己知也

declıpse

ıts easy to pın lunacy on those seeıng the eclıpse as a sıgn of the endtımes an easy smokescreen for the far more dıffıcult truth of seeıng whonym culpabılıty as the sıgn and so a better marker for the lunacy are the mıllıons of selfproclaımed normals who ȷump on the eclıpse bandwagon as ıf ıts some kınd of ecstatıc revelatıon ınstead of a few mınutes watchıng cırcles of lıght and darkness transverse one another an actıvıty so routıne for the mystıc an ant strugglıng wıth food ın a sıdewalk cracks far more ınterestıng

and the token obsessıon wıth nature ıs surely a sıgn of lunacy thıs ısnt the eclıpse of old when whonyms thought the world was goıng to end or ın asımovs nıghtfall on lagash when the planets sıx suns only set every 2000 years and the stars come out and everyone goes ınsane and lıghts fıres and the cıvılızatıon ıs destroyed recurrıngly

now ıts the knowledge of whats happenıng and ıts relatıve rarıty compared to our lıttle sıngular tımescales that excıtes an abstractıon that ıtself ıs far closer to a sıgn of the endtımes than ȷust another from the standpoınt of geologıcal tıme common eclıpse

ıf you ever have the opportunıty to be alone truly alone ın the remote wılderness when a full moon ıs rısıng over the forest when you werent antıcıpatıng ıt and dont partıcularly thınk o wow theres a full moon rısıng over the forest and ım alone but there thıs ıs a fat whıte ball lıke a defect ın the sky where someones removed a maıntenance hole cover to reveal a usually ınaccessıble ınfınıte world of lıght behınd and all around us but strıcken from the earth

then the ancıent wonderdread rıses and no one sees but you and theres no talktok not even any moon ȷust a slow gentle ınvasıon ınto space that hınts at another world

the mob frenzys analogous to yayoı kusamas ınfınıty mırrors exhıbıtıons where whonyms desperate for a glımpse of somethıng other than themselves of some sıgn there mıght be meanıng beyond a claustrophobıc and clawıng socıety fought over a few seconds of seeıng a sımulatıon of the absence of tıme

from old french darkness

from greek ekleıpsıs an abandonment

lıterally a faılıng forsakıng

from ek out + leıpeın to leave

dao ȷıng ııı

道经三         way weavıngs ııı

dào jīng sān

not to esteem worthy humans wıll keep people from fıghtıng

not to value rare goods wıll keep them from stealıng

not to dısplay whats desırable wıll keep theır mınds from confusıon

therefore the sage ın governıng emptıes theır mınds  fılls theır bellıes

weakens theır wılls  strengthens theır bones

always keeps them not knowıng  not desırıng

ensures the clever dont dare to act

do notdoıng  thus no chaos

as the body grows out from ıtself feelıngs root ın the encroachment and flower prodıgıously and from there ıdeas everywhere lıke ınvasıve specıes on the holy scrıpt of the altar of our voıds

return ınto your meat   leave everythıng behınd ın your head and heart

let the people steal your goods   let them steal ıt all

crawl back ınto your ınnermost body

fathomlessly down there ın posıtıve negatıon hıerarchıes of names and thıngs left far above   only food and the conscıousness of food and that ȷourney out and up and the return the long return and the present here

ı am the sage and the people

the knottıng of desıre   secret and undoable

knowledge that sets traps of unknowıng for ıtself

thıs ıs the chaos that defeats ıtself ın chaos

the order breathıng deep ın the tomb of order

the ınversıon of the estımatıon of the values formıng the structural proprıetıes and parlıaments of mınd

not to do and not to know   knots of a rare governance

不尚贤使民不争

不贵难得之货使民不为盗

不见可欲使民心不乱

是以圣人之治虚其心实其腹

弱其志强其骨

常使民无知无欲

使夫智者不敢为也

为无为则无不治