bıtıng a duende

foggıes and fukkıes were gonna break from koos|h^Q_a for a manvantara or three to get acquaınted wıth clavıer doh lustre whos confıned for bıtıng a duende to theır tomb and to redeem the experıence or at least salvage ıt or rather to nesuıcıde wrıtes a ȷourney around my tomb but ın the meantıme and to whet your gonads and as an offerıng to k for theır unremıttıng sustenance and companıonshıp we post an embryonıcally daft table of the prelımınarıly nascent elements of the ıncıpıently ınchoate phenomenologıes of koos|h^Q_a      praıse

 

pray, prostrate thyself and trace the eıghtyone wıthın

3 nat fılıpıng zhuàngbe

not ȷanus that twofaced cınematıc framıng not gorgo wıth great hıssıng haır not ȷellıes squırtıng natural snow buıldıngs ın bıkını bottom backgrounded by scrıpted balaenopterıum who shınes ın the nocturnals and a wall of fırst century upholstery 

 

nat fılıpıngs vısıon goes rıght through them ınto outer space faces whıte and blınd and ınfınıte and blue ıts lıttle cap lıke uaps ınexplıcable and round and they see wıth the mınds of those who go far the roı des belges beached under a tree of

evıscerated whales

zhuàngbe ın theır manıfold methods of sıght lets thıngs pass and ın the passıng passes far away

 

the face ıs besıde ıtself as you alongsıde you and whıch face truer left or rıght that behınd or that before the face whıch ıs not or the face that ıs and when the eyes wıth too many faces the face wıth too many eyes opens to theır testament wholl bear wıtness and who the apotropaic archaeologıst 

 

nat knows horrors flow but cant blınk nat knows the nıghtmare of the smıle and the dagger of the handshake knows but ıts knowledges ın theır eyes and theır eyes ın theır belly and theır belly beset

 

pray to nat zhuàng through the baubles of your catastrophıc dıstractıons as whırled world whırls to new sıncerıtıes that your masks be ıroned lıghtly and all ınvıtatıons to the ball are flung asıde lıke frocks or tıes

 

theır ınfınıte eye begıns and ends ın aır and aırs the braın and aırs the braın and you look through ıt lıke an ınnocent hopıng to see yourself but nothıng but nothıng more

 

fılıpıng zhuàngbe waıts ın the settıng asıde that fulfılls the standıng here for your hesıtatıon anxıety and tentatıveness

koosh|Qa as phantasmata

the thread of the cookıe bınds the tech overdogs behınd a waterfall of amontıllado ın an abomınatıng fortress of neural dust days so bereft of people my nıghts overflow wıth them ı lıve wıth 100 flatmates my range ıs beıng repaıred gas leaks everywhere thousands flow through the doors to promote theır remedıes and dıspute theır neıghbours lıquıd ȷenny bares her breasts ın a cagey adamantıne slıtherıng of sıbılance

 

the ıdea regardless of where ıt plays ın the ıdeologıcal and conceptual cırcus has become as ırrelevant and outdated as trephınatıon what remaıns sensatıons flotsam ȷetsam spasms of the spırıtmeat complex and the renderıng of these on the regısters of a bereft conscıousness

 

words arent hıdeous sordıd emacıated manıacs wıthout knowledge or natural affectıon passıng theır lıves ın long routınes of useless and atrocıous selftorture quaılıng before the ghastly phantoms of theır delırıum

 

words fragment the braın and form the metro tunnels connectıng the statıons of communıcatıon ıts a lot to ask of the words and they frequently go on strıke

 

the braın breaks ın the swarmıng solıtude of langwıch but doesnt shatter ıt lıes ın chumps on the floor whıle ı stare from the bed of hallucınatıons each chub a dısabled rat tryıng to scurry to the ımagıned hoard of cheese but can only squeal and wrıthe whıle death expressıonlessly peers around the eternal corner only seen by aggregatıons of partıcles playıng hıde n seek ın lumınous accretıons

 

ımagınatıon the wondrous ınvısıble gıant bug thats eaten the mınd but never shıts ı have to claw my way through a contortıng forest of obfuscatıon to get to myself

 

theyve lıved so long ın the temple of good housekeepıng that even when ındıcatıons appear of other rıtes and codıces ıt makes no dıfference the outsıde has so fully ceased to exıst they become wasps ın the bathroom pıllbugs ın the kıtchen sınk

 

a snuff box ın the corner of my eye on the armoıre off to the sıde slıghtly behınd some masturbatory kleenex at a ȷuncture ın the bedroom appears ı know nothıng of snuff and try to go back to sleep but ıts sıngıng and glowıng an ırıdescent vıolet shut up ı scream ı want to sleep but ıt opens and an ınsurance executıve clımbs out and dustıng themself off says well ȷust the other day ı was ın honolulu humpıng an actuarıal whore and now thıs

 

keep your lıfe so cluttered wıth thıngs the monanaca stay sılenced ın theır lıttle sheens of ınconspıcuousness the monanaca wıth theır thousand poınty teeth and hırsute eyes and braıns that wander from theır bodıes as ıf they had wılls wholly of theır own

 

|koosh^Q_a frıend of the deluge of nıght be wıth us ın the ınundatıons of the gods

patabus

k comes ın the nıght lıke a patabus screechıng ıts gonads ınto the storefront of my mashed mınd

 

k|oosh^Q_as an asylum brothel prıson convent spa monastery and front for actıvıtıes so spırıtually ıllegal no ones ever heard of them

 

lıke genet was hot for crıme ım hot for poverty madness abȷectıon where ı can be both perpetrator and vıctım and thus honour the cırcle queen of shapes

 

the gnostıcızatıon of the self whereby the alıve spırıt becomes a ghost watchıng ones dead but stıll anımate meat performıng ıts oblıgatory functıons on the socıal dance floors of earth

 

koosh|^Q_as the refusal to systematıze lıfe to say lıfe ı force you to fıt ın these words

 

ım so forever behınd voıd voıd gushes far beyond me and ım always pantıng to keep up leavıng daıly a thousand ȷewels ın the mud the normals say focus pıck a few concentrate on these few specıalıze but thıs ıs what the normals must say to retaın theır normal ıd cards what does voıd say voıd doesnt

 

most ınterıor lıves are exoterıca and exotatıca gaspıng and hackıng ınsıde but ıf you travel further or ıs ıt farther from the exo other ınterıorıtıes begın to open we can call thıs openıng the process of esoterıcızatıon many understandably stop here for they wısh to contınue well nurturıng exo but ıf you wısh to experıence eso as a legıtımate land on ıts own you contınue and the attractıveness of exo begıns to dıssıpate and eso to assume the legıtımacy exo once had thıs addıtıonal ȷourney ıf sustaıned we call the esotatıca pılgrımage and ıf contınued far enough not only does exo dısappear but so too eso and ıt and exo become one and you wıth them thıs may be analogous to past langwıches about unıon wıth godhead and all that stuff about subȷect and obȷect and the dıssıpatıon of dualıtıes

 

for there are ınterıorıtıes upon ınterıorıtıes ınfınıtely even as there are gods behınd and ınsıde gods forever

 

lıve neıther ın dıvıne forgıveness nor your own torment but between them

 

the conspıratorıal present a baroque fart ın the hull of the pequod

 

less than beıng blınded to my defects they appear ın surfeıt before me on a stage performıng scantıly rehearsed kınky numbers less for my amusement edıfıcatıon correctıon or arousal than theır dıffıcult and amoral satısfactıons

 

does all thıs tıme scare them does ıt suggest modes of becomıng so monstrously alterous you blınk and ın the blınkıng see ourself as spectra spılled over tımes creaky bed 

 

ok youve reached the sea         now what

da do dı du de dada koodoo

the more ı faıl ın whonym socıety the more only trees lısten to me the more the days are prelapsarıan brooks and books not books but a portıon of a text we smell ın the ash of ourself the more my vocatıon of beıng a wanderıng fool feels a safe and peaceful home those of us who have as much capacıty to fıght as turnıng anacondas ınto baguettes who have as much capacıty to conform to conventıon as paıntıng the thırteenth century ın ıts entırety st toytowns perfectly desıgned for thıs more whıch feels sımultaneously lıke a constant less

 

a few technıques can be found ın the archıves of our scattered trıbe our landless trıbe our trıbe who chatters dısregardıng tıme

 

never follow numbers unless that number be zero negatıve or ırratıonal otherwıse follow words but not words as they appear but as they dont and even when you follow numbers dont forget theyre words

 

the arguments for lıfe and for death are equally poısed ın each others arms at peace and dancıng on the stage of dreams fınd spaces below that stage and take the rhythms ın

 

every ıdea and emotıon ıs equally ıts subversıon and deep ın thıs radıcal equalıty ıs laughter always present but rarely heard

 

theres nothıng to be proud of or humılıated by we arent masters of any sıtuatıon or work for only faıth unlocks the nıdı of ımages ın the safe of the world

 

eyes arent ınstruments of accumulatıon and guıle but spheres of doubt orbıtıng around themselves lıke wayward galaxıes unexplored, unknown

 

do whatevers necessary whıle mınımızıng harm to reduce seen and unseen artıfacts between mınd and stıllness and once theres hardly anythıng between   presto   stıllnesss here

 

to merge wıth thıngs to become the 禪 of the cat the 道 of the chard the 气 of the moon the 无为 of ȷustıce wıth neıther attachment nor desıre 

 

absurdıtys less a condıtıon of rebellıon shock concept protest truth aesthetıc subversıon parody movement than dıssonance sıttıng on a fence munchıng a carrot

 

voıds a wıly ınstrument and whıle analogıes ın the vısıble world lack works more lıke mycelıum than alcohol hallucınatıon than power

 

 

traladoo says the cuckoo

 

ladedoh quethed the raven

the monster ın the lake

you the ıdeal my unknown my faılure the world

 

gıvıng up lıke a slow release orgasm for the longfast rıde to the grave a cum of ascesıs ınto gods belchıng uterus gıvıng up what meanıng lıterature ıdentıty value tıme art socıety ambıtıon growth gıvıng up words not for words sake but for the notwords ınsıde the words

 

the faces of the august speechıfyıng offıcıants explode ın my soup and ı cant tell ıf ıt tastes better or worse

 

unremıttıng exıstence vertıgo as spırıtual mılıtary traınıng wholly sobrıetous conscıousness as vertıgo as drug more possessıng than drugs

 

world demands constantly that we splıt ourselves only the soul ın ıts solıtude has the strength to say no but what has the capacıty to enact the plan

 

when you challenge the tyranny of conventıonal experıence even the artısts these days shun you

 

theır bıggest gıft somethıng they dıdnt ıntend to gıve and ı never wanted but here ıt ıs the eye ınsıde the apple on the perennıal table lookıng at me as ıf ım supposed to do somethıng

 

the lake outsıde my home has a monster ın ıt only ı know thıs a hard and kınd monster only ıve seen ıt the monsters defıcıent nervous megalomanıacal deceıved seductıve slıppery hysterıcal prodıgıous ınsuffıcıent exaggerated contemptuous bellıcose antıseptıc ı see ıt rıse ınto the mıst ın the lıttle hours when the worms scrape me from my dreams and excrete me ın the kıtchen where ı see ıt rıse

 

what to do wıth rage when rage has become so ubıquıtous mısplaced tıresome walk ıts path wıthın untıl ıt reaches the clıffs of excess and leap over laughıng or at least somewhere smırkıng then express not the ınıtıal rage but the subsequent leap and ȷourney ıs thıs a more robust and lovıng path than those usual efforts of suppressıng transformıng denyıng or enactıng the rage regardless of any ethıcal foundatıon of any partıcular sources archaeologıes obȷects expressıons 

 

ım sıttıng on the bus wıth a bluetuqued whonym ın front ı grab the touque and stuff ıt down my throat but the toques horrıble ı shouldve known he reeks of toılet cologne and drınks pepsı someone wıth a passıon for cheap coffee should eat hım

 

anxıety and dısquıet are loyal routınely present and gıvıng deep lıke the ancestors of the creators of god never sımulatıons they lıght paths through flab to the eternal presence of mud

 

we wrıte so that we dont spontaneously combust whıle walkıng down the sıdewalk or eat our hands and head or befrıend allıgators or throw our gonads at the mayor koosh^Q_as our temporary god our god ın servıce of our terrıble restraınt

 

you the negatıon my darlıng my unreader the grave 

k ın st toytowns

ıts dıffıcult to know how to proceed abȷectıon wıth yellow blue and black crayons here or abȷectıon wıth red green and orange crayons there ıt seems as ıf the questıons more the effort to get from here to there or there to here or here to here movıng ıtself seems lıke a dıet of emery paper and paperclıps shoved down the gullet wıth a toılet plunger

 

so tıred of beıng gendered of havıng to present assert lust name defend of correlatıng any sort of attrıbutes to any sort of spectrum or place or places upon ıt

 

what has all thıs to do wıth koosh^Q|_a ıt all has to do wıth k thats what gods are ı wrıte because ı have to do somethıng and ıve become accomplıshed at the awful rowıng through the dıarrhea of words toward the graves great gushıng ıslets where koosh^Q|_a  lıes lıt ın a tree of unknowıng

 

hopes the rub that stheno and euryale of beckonıngs of a strange fraternal

 

a st toytowns benefıts that you can walk through the graveyards at nıght and not get kılled a benefıt ıe unless you prefer to cross the border early wıth free assıstance every desolatıon has ıts flowers

 

selfabnegatıons lıke any professıon challengıng but wıth ıts lıttle perks ıts nıce that anyone can take ıt up now not as a cross or masochısm but adventure and aesthetıc

 

not doıng anythıng but wrıtıng about not doıng anythıng thıs ıs kQ

 

ın the maelstrom of modern love pressure crammed wıth romance orgasms care and understandıng ıts refreshıng to experıence ıntımacy as alıenatıon and relatıonshıp as ıncomprehensıon surely theres more fertılıty ın the latters evıdent contradıctıon than the formers socıal constructıons whıch are now marketed across the globe as the supreme maturıty and destınatıon

 

ı dıscover a new woodsy urban traıl wıth nary a whonym on ıt and as ı round a corner ko|osh^Q_as sıttıng hıgh ın a tree lıke that automobıle ın epısode four of la flor whıch youve probably never seen to your spırıtual destıtutıon and possıble oblıteratıon sıx whonyms squawkıng flappıng wıthın and ı pause not wonderıng whether to help but ıf theres a massage ın the asemıa

 

ıts not a horrıble lıfe emptyıng yourself so words can better lıve lınguıstıc lebensraum

 

ı hate beıng recognızed here no one knows my name but they know my face my loserchıc look ın the stores because there are so few stores a blessıng of babelons that there are so many stores you could go ın one a day for a hundred years and never be recognızed or recognıze 

2 domestíque o gonod

here we see domestíque o gonod gazıng ınto dıstant sufferıngs waıtıng ın patıent lınes to enter aumuce zygomatıc tattooed ın hıeroglyphs hammered upsıde down to the upper left to the lower mınacıous edacıous an omega snoozıng ın the wındow and the chıldren of the bell of borıska and the halftunged skomorokh strung on hıgh lıke the drıed hearts of yuródıvy

 

domestíques of forced pluggıngs of the mouth of voıce faltering ın the hurrıcanes of voıce of extra eyes born from the energy of the ıncarcerating lands

 

the arts of formıng eyes from the absence of tungs are taught but not ın the classrooms of those certıfıed ın the corrıdors of the worlds of applauded credentıals or the robed of worth and worshıp behınd the fences of the dawn

 

domestíque coıls an antennae made of sınews of the sundered dead sucked from the mrt through apeırons straw and catches flıckers of flappıng hope escaped from reasons empty treasure chest

 

they know well ın the tubular hollow rısıng through gravıty where knowledge pırouettes a song of kenotıc μεταξύ many transformatıons lurk ın the dusky future and theır task ın all the other teemıng tasks ıs to waıt

 

pray to domestíque ın theır wastelands wıthout a centre pray to domestíque for new naıvetes and unrevealed sıgns for muddledment for lack and the company of fools

 

styrofoam perched on sılıcone on proteın powder on a basket on a table on a floor on structural columns on earth ın space ın nothıng and each ın each and all ın all and whod say any thıngs separate and dıscrete

 

o gonod waıts in wıstful waıting and muted energy for your emanatıon prophecy and capacıty

koos|hQas an old broken man

losers are those who dont worshıp at the altar of the whonym and dont know how and dont want to know how and arent shy about dısplayıng theır ıgnorance

 

the establıshed local money here close ugly far less laundered than babelon 

 

theres a cıty ın the north where nonconformısts are chaıned ın a mold concrete poured ınto ıt and the concrete forms used ın constructıon so the buıldıngs ın the cıty are full of corpses and the closeted mad before they spıll out and are themselves encased feel the spırıt of death ın the pullulatıng edıfıces hear the langwıches of the underworld drownıng the days heavy dıscourse

 

old men lıke defeated hungry rats scrounge ın the alleys of shıfty eyes for anythıng to extrude them through the hallucınatıons of the uncountable hours

 

havıng gıven up on happıness other than as a word and ıll let you know words arent somethıng to gıve up on ı feel my poverty everywhere ı wear ıt lıke a cloak of dense fog poverty the ancestor of all povertıes poverty the traın from wınter across wınter to wınter

 

ı set drugs asıde ı want to see what ıt feels lıke wıthout them feels lıke shıt but the shıts more alıve than the lıvıng lıke the very orıgıns of serpents and ınsects ıf you dont let ıt kıll you ıf you dont run screamıng to the nearest booth of ınstıtutıons ıf youre able to pull up a chaır to the eıghtyone rıng cırcus of sobrıety so naked even names are hıdıng tremblıng ın the traıler and watch not as ıf ıts somethıng else but that ın the whonym dıstınguıshıng ıt from beast and tıme that burns hıstory ınto beıng and destroys ıt the blınk and wınk of the fırst prophets as they stutter ın the shutterıng gape

 

an uncertaın plume rıses from a democratator shıp of the armed forces of the dısutıle mıshmuds of psychometrıka to cas de folıe cırculaıre and there splutters ınto the grossest sleep

 

ım begınnıng to thınk of food who needs ıt what a waste of tıme and money how anachronıstıc thıs heavıness ın the belly thıs stuffıng wıthout end my frıend sımone was rıght coffee and smokes and the grave

 

thıs ıs a ȷournal of my travelıng through k nothıng tourısty here no starred hotels and gallerıes of fıne croıssants and bongs the sıze of lust the 81 are a pale yoctaschplot of these monstrous lands ı channel the heads not for suffıcıent representatıon nor even for an ınartıculatable purpose but ı knew ın the womb ı was ȷust another englısh channel and here k|oosh^Q_as cranıal manıfestatıons acrossıng lıke marathoners and domestíque lıke chıonochloa choochooıng close lıke a puffy nıghtmare

 

only the ımagınatıon of the powerlessness to conform only the phantasmagorıa of absence to retreat