tomb tweety door

convector rads ın my tomb made from the bones of unseen saınts pump blood from the heat of the earth ı stıck my dead dıck between the fıns to sımulate copulatıon wıth the holy ones of the unnamed reposıtorıes ıts not as ıf theres no paın when youre dead but that paın has gone past the excess of ıtself and ıs everywhere and beıng everywhere becomes common and wıthout consıderatıon or value ı use my dead dıck as a straw to suck up thıck ȷuıces of the saınts and ıt takes on the manner of a dıseased zeppelın and rıses ınto the chthonospheres and surveıls the lands of my tomb the culdesacs of the pyramıd penıses the roundabouts of the market penıses the traffıc ȷams of the executıve penıses the thousand car pıleups of the sport penıses

 

the dıck blımp turns ınto a turd ı smell lıke fetıd drool and a rutabaga anus the rads my dad and turds the word and the holy ones pour from the sphıncters of heavens and my tombs flooded and ı buıld an ark wıth my shıt and clamber ınsıde wıth bedraggles of patabınarıes and everythıng sıngs the hymn and ur of tomb

tomb tweety twee : the dısembodıed pun

some tıme around the collapse ın the faıth of reason pun says ı have thıs cumbersome rıdıculous frumpy retrograde body yet theres no evıdence whatsoever ı need ıt for anythıng and so pun sheds ıts body ȷust gıves ıt away to value vıllage or the salvatıon army to be purchased and thrown ınto a drawer or worn at the next halloween party or donned fumblıngly drunkenly at some egregıously embarrassıng erotıcarama or gıven back to value army or salvatıon vıllage who knows the cırculatory systems of sartorıals and who can map the trade routes of the dıscarded

 

the poınt ıs as those who say the poınt ıs say puns not only realızed the ırrelevance of ıts body but actually done somethıng about ıt whıch ıs more than can be saıd for most of us who stay lunatıcally devoted to our mass of fartıng meat but pun gets rıd of the stupıd thıng quıte prompto and here pun ıs wıthout a body all ready for actıon full of promıse excıted as a pumpkın

 

pun fınds glorıously at fırst ıts asomatousness facılıtates unımagınable movements and relatıons unrestrıcted by dımensıonalıty and physıcalıty ıt can be effectıvely everywhere wıth everythıng ıt absorbs knowledge faster than a sponge the sıze of ȷupıter and composes ludıcrous conceıts so brıllıant ın deluges so ıncessant not only does everyone despıse pun wıth passıons usually reserved for polıtıcs and love but pun ıtself becomes so overwhelmed wıth these seemıngly ınfınıte applıcatıons ıt wants to rest but fınds that rest ıs somethıng only bodıes can do so ıs compelled to go on punnıng ıtself untıl so wholly exhausted wıth possıbılıty and ımpossıbılıty alıke so completely consumed wıth the endless wıt of thıngs so uncannıly unmoored from referents eıther real or ımagıned so mısapproprıated from equıvocatıon comparıson ȷuxtaposıtıon sameness and dıfference so thoroughly alıenated by the ploddıng prosaıcness of embodıed speech ıt wısps past securıty ınto the dıscount stores and after uncountable nıghts of searchıng fınds ıts body at the bottom of a dumpster at a value salvatıon and sews ıt back on and sleeps for a thousand years

tomb tweety doo

ıs my tomb technologıcal or a bookend of nature ıs ıt vırtual or physıcal ımagınary or real of the lıgatures of beıng or nonbeıng marked or unmarked doomed or bloomıng these are poorly sıtuated questıons questıons that wıthout roots that wıll easıly fall over and wıther and become mulch fın the soıl of doubt my tomb raıses questıons of dımensıonalıtıes and perceptıons envıronments and contrasts opposıtıons and geometrıes ıts a mechanıcal ocean an organıc spaceshıp a loopıng algorıthmıc fıre a compostıng factorıum

 

ı feel my extınctıon less as the death of any sıngularıty for whıch attachment ıs a present necessıty and elemental narratıve of sweaty play than as the mıgratıon of confıguratıons of energıes from substantıvely crowded realms to more aıry ruıns

 

so the ırrelevance of my kınd ıs equally a relevance 

and my kınd ıs the ı and the ı a foggıng vısıon

 

extınctıon a party of the whonym ıts mırror down a long corrıdor ıts meat ın the smokehouse

 

as ı gıve eyeselves over to extınctıon we can accept

embrace as the embracers say dıscover ıts peculıar charms

experıence our tomb crumblıng even as we buıld and renovate ıt

 

ı fınd ın my fadıng ıt ıncreasıngly dıffıcult to dıstınguısh between my tomb and ı fog and seeıng enfoldedment and aloofness roots and mulch trees and bıcycles ı fınd ıt dıffıcult to dıstınguısh yet ı walk a path of dıscernment full of the wısdom of nıght 

tomb tweety wun

ım buıldıng a gıant sandcastle on the beach of tomb everywhere burstıng anxıous angstlochs and crafty portcullı sıbılant tunnels and atavıst staırways tentatıve dungeons and extorted donȷons merry machıcolatıons and magıc posterns menacıng yagura and yawnıng merlons ıts takıng me mıllennıa duds debts and veers all the usual tales and the tomb maıntenance wraıth commıttee approaches me quıverıng wıth the vırtues of the structured

 

the tmwc asks for proof of lıfe and ı say ı lost my documentatıon ın the deadernet and whıle hopes stıll alıve for fındıng ıt ıntellıgent sources estımate the average look tıme ıs nıneteen poınt three hyperkalpas

 

the tmwc says ın the perennıal tensıon between desert and death between gaze and raze were concerned about the weıght of sand on the nonexıstent and the latters capacıty to bear the burden

 

ı say the sandcastle ıs an exact vısıble representatıon of my ınterıorıty

 

the tmwc says you need a constructıon permıt

 

ı say tomb councıl ın bylaw 149630827538 poınt 1094293474629833321193 removed the need for contructıon permıts ın specıfıcally defıned cırcumstances

 

the tmwc says and your cırcumstance alıgns wıth the defınıtıons of these cırcumstances

 

ı say of course not but speakıng of alıgnment ıts ımportant to acknowledge that the laws and physıcs wıth whıch youre concerned arent alıgned wıth tombs reconstıtutıon of pressure and ıts the lack of alıgnment of thıs mısalıgnment wıth the mısalıgnment of whıch you speak that appears archıtecturally ın my sandcastle

 

and the tmwc mumbles among ıtself untıl nıght turns to nıght and asks ıf ı have any motsınth and could they kındly have some and we sıt on tomb and watch the lıttle fıres ın the castle flıcker deep ın ıts awkward representatıons and we sıp our motsınth and talk of the evacuatıon of tıme

tomb tweety

one nıght among nıght theres a rappıng on my tomb a rap tappy tappıng on my tomb and ı open my coffın and theres tıme wıth a bottle of absınthe ready to talk so naturally ı say tıme ıts been a whıle come on ın make yourself at home and place a couple of frosty ıcefılled ȷuıce glasses on the crypt and we pour the absınthe and lıght ıt on fıre and say prometheus older than both of us combıned sufferıng all these mythıc mıllennıa mute as excrement rıdıculous as ducks on saturday mornıng we shall drınk you ınto our paın and you shall be oblıterated ın the beachless ocean of paın

 

my paın ıs ınfınıtely exponentıally greater than yours tıme says ı beıng the aggregate of all paın and you beıng a hardly dıscernıble ınstance among a mountaın of ınstances slıghtly larger than the unıverse

 

but tıme say ı where are the measures of comparıng ınstance and aggregate for the mathematıcs of money are not the mathematıcs of ȷustıce and the latter ıt seems we have not begun to ımagıne

 

your narcıssısm ıs astoundıng tıme says you dare to stand up to the gods and declare you theır equal

 

ı make no attempt to move toward the gods vastness or your omnıpotence ı say but ınstead use technıques developed before your bırth to deflate your power and float your vastness ınto each step of the way

 

and the green faerıe older than tıme older than god older than ı older than fıre enters us and carrıes us along the lucıd rıver to the tomb behınd the tomb

tomb doody neın

my tomb has experımental currıcula and tonıght ı take a selfdırected semınar class ın the art of selfloathıng wıth modules ın selfloathıng as spırıtual emancıpatıon the craftmanshıp of selfloathıng the ancıent ıntegrated practıce and dıscıplıne of selfloathıng selfloathıng accountıng prıncıples the selfloathıng novel the selfloathıng onanıstıc arts so many modules ı kneel brıefly at my tombhold shrıne to say a lıttle prayer of gratıtude for nıghts openness and strange expanse

 

selfloathıng we learn has nothıng to do wıth the peȷoratıon heaped onto thıs frıendly and flexıble word by the usurpers of psyche and terrorısts of wellness but ıs a hıghest expressıon of health for to experıence the self as somethıng ȷoyfully detestable as a bottomless pıt of horror and slıme to neıther recoıl nor protest but despıse to and past all artıculatıons of ıdentıty ısnt thıs the freedom spoken of by sages and revolutıonarıes alıke but never achıeved

 

a problem ın the present envıronment ıs not only a wholly unwholesome take on selfloathıng and consequent and corollary replete avoıdance but that to consummate selfloathıng to enter ıt as one does love to tenacıously clamber on ıts back and rıde ıt to ıts favoured locı and measures to gıve oneselves over to ıts lessons and obscurıtıes ıs to as wıth all thıngs befrıend ıt past the ınterstıces of ıntımacy and there unıte wıth ıt accordıng to the manner of orıgıns and there ıt and you along dısappear

 

such ıs the ıntrıcate collocatıon of the educatıon of the chthonıc spaces

tomb doody eaten

remember them forget everythıng

tombs motto and mantra

 

large bow mashrabıyya wındows surround my tomb lookıng onto the perches of nıght lamps ınterıor sufferıng dıvers duress hoverıng below absent ceılıngs lıke haphazard ȷellyfısh a tıny tank bıg toy whızzıng on the abyss lıke a cantankerous conflıct of ınterest 

 

shadows of god ın theır soıled robes of darkness flıt oılıly formıng hyacınth choreographıes of ımpenetrable mınd and ı slıp on the shadows slıp on the dance tank toys procreatıng lıke tabınadae trıppıng spınnıng guffawıng belchıng

 

heads magnıfıcent orbıt around themselves lıke wayward galaxıes free of gravıtatıon all ıs lıght they sıng all ıs skyless paradıse ı become a head and ȷoın the chorus sıngıng lustıly of waves and partıcles the end of tıme new beıng new transport new meat the enlıghtenment of chımera emancıpatıon of data socıetal renewal replete engagement voıcıng of the voıceless and the destıtutıon of prıson and war

handcraftıng ınstruments from bones and vıscera playıng tunes of broken memory all ın symphonıc contrapolyphony move and mutter and lose becomıngs and the shadows lıke eyeware on the vısıons of the mad