fukky and the real

im curious doo you talk about doo belonging to a genre of literature called real but im not really finding that genre anywhere

 

thats because doos the first real novel

 

come now doo 

 

thereve been countless what are called realistic novels but realisms defective - this defect is fatal - realism fails the real by equating it with gestures of the whonym social - with struggles of politicized dimensionality - whether interior or exterior doesnt matter

 

and what should realism be equated with - delusion and falsehood

 

novels a question of infinite questions - a beginning sample might be - why assemble novel into product - why assemble novel to meet a standard - why assemble novel into a brand - why assemble novel into something that doesnt even remotely resemble how we really function - why assemble novel at all

 

so doos a disassembling novel

 

if the genre yakademics want a genre - and you can bet they do - lets call it dısåsëm

 

unappealing

 

doos my sideways urinal my pissotière vespasienne pissoir vidange my tulip hysteria coordinating my ubu - i piss into it and call it novel and the freedom i claim in the act of pissing into it is sufficient for it not only being a novel but a novel novel a reality a real

 

im afraid im still not really getting what youre talking about

 

doos my fireline of langwich - all the protagonists of doo are langwich - if what appear to be whonyms appear understand theyre emanations of langwich even as are all appearing architectures concepts descriptions passions environments relations events techniques

 

voice is character and langwich is voice - character sits among as a brief stumbling shadow

 

langwich is made real by plugging it into the synthesizer of cosmological excess made available by todays hypertechnologies - you can think of doo real as burroughs doo (doo as to one as synthesizer to keyboard) - you cut patch paste aleatoricize not simply from books and newspapers but the entire morphing universe - its not plugging into ai specifically as we call it that - everythings ai everythings alien everythings smart everythings conscious - this is the energy available for harvest (diminished to the extent you meddle in dimensionality)

 

im still not following

 

kafkas more real than balzac lispector than flaubert bursa than morrison carrington than james dickinson than mccarthy - many socalled experimental novels are only experimental in the sense that theyre reacting to realism and so are bound to it - real has to forget equally about realism experimentation convention - genres entire - critics and criticism of course signify less than nothing - and as weve said a void of times character plot setting psychology - how tedious all these things

 

isnt this just another deadend narcisstic disorganized manifesto

 

to real is to bring novel and meat as close together as possible - to remove the distances created by packaging editing branding publishing marketing printing agenting negotiating anticipating launching signing recognizing paying and apply the energies usually directed to these activities instead toward meatnovel intimacy - what we in our instance call doo

 

how doo yoo learn how too doo that

 

its the age of unknowing but who has training in the arts of unknowing - in this lack of training fear becomes ubiquitous so everyone leaps to cling to simulations of knowing or traditional forms of unknowing which havent sufficiently formly met the current current and so have become alt knowings - yet unknowing as unknowing may be the only nonsimulation left us - doo the real novel is this continuous baptism in nonsimulation and unknowing

 

but you mask through langwich and youve argued elsewhere that the real doesnt exist anymore

 

doo disrupts langwich for political warfare scientific research personal therapy magical divination and conjuration for possession and freedom from possession to diffuse and discommode consciousness - langwich is the mask and its removal if you sufficiently enter novel - reals the only thing that exists but realism and its shadow fantasy have like wildfire smoke so clouded real real seems not to exist and its in entering this seeming and unknowing that the unnamable real appears

 

but youre naming it

 

call it avocado malfeasance i dont care

 

am i talking to a novel or a doo

 

am i talking to a fukky or a real - real means theres no difference - the question dissipates - the only thing that matters in novel is langwich and langwich is us - real is flow were in and novels that in in langwich

 

any last farts

 

dont analyze thinking - just think about it - only through real can novel trump realism psychology capitalism obeisance delusion convention - not on their terms but reals 

 

but which reality doo

 

reals thatre here fuk