a manciple extraordinarius ship of novel

 

fukky here in gek poh with diaper, time to take stalk again doo where are we

 

counting piths and helms on the selves of the wherehouse

 

no patapuns doo our unreaders are meta

 

metas so thirteenth century

 

we like the thirteenth century

 

its impossible to like the thirteenth century

 

as a reality

 

as an idea

 

ideas arent separate from reality

 

you have a different idea about idea

 

always do things for the negation of time through time and whatever available love there might be in the presented shapes will follow but do things primarily for love and time turns into a monster

 

as we were saying writings therapy not for purpose growth healing but maintenance

 

writing suffers long and is blind, writing doesnt conform, writing vaunts itself and is a powderpuff, behaves unseemly, seeks idiocy, is easily provoked, thinks without evil or good, rejoices in quiddities but not in truth, bares all things, believes all things, hopes and despairs nothing, endures nothing, writing always fails

 

thats not what i said

 

youve said or not said before writing means nothing

 

what we dont say is as much part of what we say as what we do even as what we do say is as much part of what we dont as what we dont

 

when i think of novel i think of the line - whom the gods love they destroy but first drive mad - novels a road trip of the driving

 

if we dont amuse ourselves well reach the destination faster and who believes in faster higher stronger any longer

 

no one really knows what novel is, the yakademics try to define it but only end up confusing the situation more

 

doo writes novel in spaces of that unknowing

 

you say its plotless and characterless but plots and characters abound

 

novel is extreme method acting, our methods to empty ourselves of our selves so characters have the empty spaces they require to enter and possess us

 

sounds mentally ill

 

you doo your mental illnesses well doo mine

 

what do yoo mean when yoo say writings maintenance

 

as theres no self the only way we live is to leech onto the host of the characters passing through

 

we understand doocore met at the council of eye some kalpas ago and - after a grunt and moan show by akchamel in which they incinerate the texas mexico border - drafted some novel principles

 

less novel than for novel and the forgotten, less principles than primipataples

 

whatever, will you share

 

novel is immediately aestheticized tsunami of consciousness

 

novel is maintenance but maintenance of hearing so as to increase our capacity to listen to river voices without judgment - and by river we mean undammed flows - and by voices we mean that carried in the flows eg sensations attitudes thoughts emotions values reasons feelings systems justifications signs desires negations constructions

 

while society is also a tsunami of consciousness novel it isnt aestheticized, we aestheticize consciousness by devolitioning ie returning novel to consciousness by means of constructing dedimensionalized voidholes through society, we novelize tsunami of consciousness both by transmogrifying stream to tsunami so as to shadow society and through immediacy ie restraining consciousnesss opportunities to experience meat other than the meat of words

 

art doesnt meet you halfway art doesnt care about meeting you at all, novel lives in the gaps between these desires and realities

 

novel perpetually returns to becoming born through dimensionalized meat abdicating itself to the dedimensionalized meat of words ie through replete acceptance of characters as they spontaneously appear in the empty esoscapes

 

novel is the practice and discipline of maintaining empty esoscapes for endless appearances, a collection of chants for incantational magic, an atavist futurist disneoexistence manual for hieranarchists patadaogonians freakophiles and patadadaers

 

if we have not only stopped believing the stories our civilization tells itself but how stories are told in that civilization, how the how is learnt, how the stories are manufactured disseminated absorbed regurgitated, how then do we absorb tell regurgitate learn disseminate manufacture stories, the archaeologies grammars brainwaves protagonists of the manufacturing, doo is our attempt to approach stories differently by writing novel avoiding conformance to enculturated hows and their manufactures and marketings, entering doubts and subversions in novels weird heart finding there shadows of flickering nameless hows

 

a propreantepenredemodernist sort of thing, some muckist ruckust banifesto

 

ie changing the contents of stories is fairly easy, harder is to change the stories forms, hardest yet to change the form of our lives - but unless we change the form of our lives nothing about our stories will really change other than cosmetically ... and for those who believe in the primacy of cosmetics - what has been your education and what are your conflicts of interests?

novel aims to decentre the whonym from its selfimposed and erroneous place at essence and on throne of earth and universe and a way it uses to attempt this is to relangwich langwich, to unmoor langwich and corollarily concepts and thinking, to detach words from the expectations that have become ossified with whonym supremacy by placing them in excess of returnings and doubtings

 

novel says no to aesthetic hierarchies, binarisms, to galas and galleries - not because they dont exist but as theyve become straightjackets over emancipation and have separated spirit and creativity, religion* and art, by succumbing to moneys binding and oppressing vast panoplies of legitimate necessary vitalizing voices

 

novel pilgrims through spaces that nurture attempts to return to a possible mode of creation before whonym society nailed particular standards - eg of beauty and ugliness, form and formlessness, acceptability and transgression, vulgarity and civility - onto the cross of media

 

novel decentres whonymity into the radical democracy of all existence, which is to say nature - nature in literature is often understood as peaceful tranquil spirituality but nature is also mud and teeth indifference and all, so our method acting novel doesnt distinguish among its guests in dedimensionalized word, does not close its doors or devoice, and in this way diverse guests from all manner of forms images structures eyes enter exit speak hush as they please and novel is a transcript of these movements and appearings and commentaries on these appearings and movements (technology too is a character but one like us that wants to be an all it isnt) - this would be a negating except the negatings already occurred

 

novel lives in collapse - the collapse of society langwich whonymity identity concept leadership and naturally novel and collapse themself, thats a few of them anyway

 

so novel belongs to the immediate aestheticized tsunami of consciousness character living compost rivervoice maintenance pataffixed paean gathering hieranarchists manual patadoodaodada novel genre

 

a bit of a generalization

 

to what extent is this panifesto influenced by the album spiritually unemployed

 

as jorges pocus borges hocus says influence is always polydirectional

 

thats not quite what he says

 

everythings a quotation

 

is doo then also givers of illness

 

disease disquiet diswell disturb distress discontent dissent discord disorder

 

hieranarchy

 

doo novel in its present manifestations of the thirteen+ 

 

what do people mean when they say i didnt have a father i had no mother of course you had a mother of course you had a father all thats happened is theres a gap between the mother you have and the mother you want were not talking about death sex gender orientation your father or mother could be a mather a fother acorn a capacitor absence camera washrag betrayal sacrament barrio grenade century ashtray

this is fukky risotto signing off from stoodio doo 283 metres under gek poh with what once was diaper ands now just a mess, praise selah glunk plop

* religion in its ancient functional living contextual sense

not its traditional institutional cleaved substantive sense

how dark is yr mountain

as far dark as where everything touches

including my wholesale incorrectness

way before wayback

who speaks for nature

and who would be larger than the limits of a voice