deadstreaming the novel

chthonically, gek poh

where the fuks and doos blow

novel downs in its flow

deadstreaming a growth

you seem obsessed with novel doo

i think its you thats obsessed fuk, youre always bringing it up, we cant talk about anything else, i want to talk about petticoats, you know that

in an upcoming or recent or old or nonexistent submission on doo by a patanymous dedoo theres a line and its not mrt about being a distinctive altar about to be destroyed - fuk realizes doos permissive within honoured strictures but this smacks of a tired narcissism, a decontextualized singularity, a sensationalized sentimentality - that dont simply tamper with the edges of doos religious sensibilities but contravenes their foundations

as you know fuk the dooverse doesnt claim to agree with or condone anything on its lands or minds, it doubts foundations - ideas essays feelings stories intervoos analyses speculations, these are all characters in warped and warping novel, that is all

a bit irresponsible

responsibilitys a doddering legacy of the diseased jccene

jcc

judeochristiancapitalist obscene scene cene, this conglomerating accumulating heap of being and beings that were stuck under - novels an attempt to crawl out and run away

but it doesnt even seem that smart and you care a little bit about smart

as much as dumb, look fuk, your mistake about us and novel is that were not interested in them as marketable circumscribed commodities which is what theyve become but in their ludic déclasséeness, as a demimondaine, as profanity and confusion, transgression and lunacy, stutterings in alleys, as eye and novel writing one another and in this one another streaming the collaboration and the question of collaboration - its reality literature which has nothing to do with the genre realism - as anyone who doesnt get unpleasantly odeed on reality from reality itself isnt someone we want to get sur or patareal with

setting aside for the time being your host of inflammatory callow and dubious speculations were still having problems with this notion - that doos a novel, if you say a carrots a 40 metre diameter conscious lulubaloving sphere thats terrorizing griningrad thats fine - but well while definitions are slippery theyre not nonexistent ... and dont bring up humpty dumpty

we love humpty dumpty though you may not love our definitions ... but were not offering any - our novels far more within the orbit of novel than your carrots in carrot, what you miss fuk is that doos the grandkid of jarry - pataphysics has been stagnant since the reputed death of that freak saint, thats why the yakademics have glommed onto him, because they love stagnating and solidifying vitalities by separating concept and existence, putting the estranged radical idea in the laboratory then running back to their safe conventional life - doos trying to contribute to the furtherance of pataphysics, its growths and vitalities, by taking pata into its marrow, by refusing the comforts of laboratory investigations - and doo the novel which is equally doo the doo is a strategic focus of this mission, its the patanovel fuk, the neopata

jarry didnt have any children

ubu rois my mother and docteur ployt faustrolls my mother, you understand nothing about genealogy

no father

dadas my dada grandada greatgrandada so on to patadata

your intent seems to be to perpetually frustrate unreaders - not entertain or satisfy them, not godhelpus meet their expectations by distracting them from the terrors that constantly threaten to engulf us

intentlessness is a principle of the holy universe, entertainments there to distract, arts all about the eyes

a novel to be worthy has to in some discernible sense maintain a unity and yours is a vomitorium

were not trying to be worthy, as soon as you solidify definitions of worth and greatness or are concerned about conforming to societal reifications and expectations youve veered from vitality, those categories are ossified products of the artworld and the artworld is a factory in the concentration camp of capital and as such is insane and definitional in ways we dont want to and cant be and cant and dont admire - art if it wants to be art, if it wants to stay rooted in the art of spirit, escapes the artworld and its cages of false dialectics

experiment, sure, but you have to also build bridges and compromise, without the former you might be mediocre but without the latter youre just nuts, wholly alone, and oblivionated

the art were concerned with roots in nonconformity, not for the sake of it but as a natural byproduct of its genetic flowering, nonconformity of course through time and space has often demanded radical payments - your home, land, freedom, life - but even when the state is viscerally less tyrannical it remains primarily binary and routinely and deeply rewards conformists and penalizes the nons, a state would interest doos if it facilitated reward across all nonviolent expressions throughout the (non)comforming spectra, society still routinely incarcerates and kills nonconformists regardless of its form of government - the methods and pacings of incarceration and killing have changed but thats it, the nonconformist the witch the freak those unable to squeeze into the identities of the commons even as the hated other, unable to be hated because theyre unseen

if theyre unseen, if theyre invisible, why cant they squeeze in 

they can squeeze in physically, they can manifest meatly on the landscapes of commodity and exchange to transact the necessaries - you know buy a rutabaga - if they largely align in that manifesting with the appearance of the right codes, in that sense jccs a welcoming benefactor, but spiritually theyre excluded for only visible solidities are voicefully included in that commons - whether in official solidarity or protest or all the amalgams and contradictions among - and doo manifests primarily in spirit - the modes and expressions of these unseen tribes are what interest us as art - and if they fail in your world ... well failures always been more fascinating than success, thats a secret the ostensibly successful will do anything to hide, so as jarrys greatgrandkid were going to write absurdity, protest, and farce but only some of the farce will appear as farce and these appearings and not appearings are expressions of novel

you said grandkid earlier

you understand nothing about genealogy

if historys proven anything its that revolution doesnt work, only evolution

novel hasnt taken sufficient account of technology - in the way for example music has revitalized itself, a sonic revitalization that began over a century ago and began exploding in the fifties - novel hasnt allowed itself to be destroyed by technology - and technology if anything is the aletheia of destruction, not decontextualized destruction but inseparable from creation, inseparable in time and psyche ... jarry understood this, its why hes dada of dada - he saw the technology of reality and gave himself over to that energy - but now a hundred years later our task is to further apply his insights and embody the protest he envisioned and began

when doos say we dont particularly like a piece we wrote or feel ambivalent about its no reason not to include it - works are characters and some you write into a novel liking them and some repel you - where they place on that axis isnt a criterion for inclusivity, you fuk assume doo agrees with the words they write but if literacy is truly dead, its baton passed to the gaggle of internetia, how could we agree with the written word other than through experiencing it as a continually collapsing novel ... and so to build aestheticization of reality into time such that time disintegrates into the process and is transformed and art and meat merge - novel then isnt a fictional overlay on the fact of life or the murky spiritual law that legislates and creates life - these effectively yakademic bifurcations - but the very breath of the meat and meat of breath, the true religion of time, and the eye i doo of dadapatamamadoodoo

stories nicely told - however experimental however tragic in content however whatever - are still nicely told, this is the prize and mfa big tent and they must be nicely told to be in that tent - the nice conformity legitimizes the story and identifies it as a member of the middle class and possibly - better - also as a member of the academy - doesnt matter if its rural or urban this ethnicity or that west or east whatever gender - the story is thus safe for processing in the art factory of names and clubs, this membership more important than any actual aesthetic religious merit the piece might have, but these emotions so serious, those stories so heartfelt, the content orbits only around one star - the star of whonym, their form so endlessly regurgitates itself unaffected by the atomic bomb of technology, how can we feel or take them seriously - for unless seriousness is profoundly intimate with agents of its annihilation its gallery art

doos a polypuntal group chant of soliloquies monologues solipsisms and insanities

drugs of course are necessary to deal with expanding mind or rather mind expanding into mind or rather technology and art, a judicious use of reasonably healthy plant and fungi psychedelics encourages ongoing dialogues across the spectra of the impossible person, including tools of langwich but using a much broader toolkit, through drugs and by drugs we mean natural medicines not drugs, we enter nonbinaries and as a corollary bypass repulsion and attraction - society projects primarily binarisms and so war and so who could find work when binarism overwhelms the commons, hence the difficult relationship between freak and money 

and you call what youre doing deadstreaming the novel because

to bring the novel into the vital flows of the pataspheres of life and death through technology, through collapsing contradictory truths that denovelize novel and in denovelizing rebirth and in rebirthing dream new meaty ethics, novel is lives of art and meat as they flow annihilating each other to continue living and its these routine healing deaths - that minimize the unnecessary sufferings and deaths endemic in the dominant ways - we call deadstreaming ... for death is always necessary, but pata pataizes death and in pataizing removes it from both the physical and metaphysical, which is where the hoi polloi maintain it - hence the piece you referred to initially, even as this, is a voice not a truth, a balloon not an argument, pataforms in the pataverse conjuring a patanovel as life dies and death lives

as usual doo im flummoxed with the overturnings of it all and no longer know what novel is, whats good or bad, who you are, where to go for rice and broccoli, how to tie my shoes, whats my name, when day separates from night or why why still exists

i am the novel, my meats a novel, as i step aside meat streams novel, dead is novel and we stream its death and in streaming live

youre a hovel

now lets talk about petty goats