writing literature without a whonym centre

 

art waits for shapes to appear and as they do the agent of art turns themself into a pitcher pouring content into the shapes where does the content come from the pitcher where does the pitcher come from the shapes conjoining with the meat of the agent where do the shapes come from no one knows but the one of the totality of all things while not knowing according to our knowing of knowledge seems to hold within it energies that release shapes from their radicated minds and we many ones without knowing can receive and so through receptivity participate however distantly in knowing and art which is the manifold eternal varying uncopyrighted record of the appearing shapes

 

i abdicate my social whonym responsibilities for episodes of denoted kenosis in which i fracture spiritually and in these fissures of confusion and disparity spaces open not of us not of anything we easily know and i or whats left of i or rather the abundant absences of i fill these spaces and here centres everywhere and in them spaces of uncanny canny absence

 

the primary challenge of literature now in expanding voids of langwich in bifurcating tribal frenzies in ashen interrogations of art in apocalypses of media in concrete tradition in pecuniary straitwaistcoats is the locus of the whonym as langwich goes out of itself in poetry in narrative in tract and discourse exposition in romance epic comedy drama horror satire

 

yet we see everywhere still the whonym at the centre of literature as if this is how the universe is constructed as if whonym centrality reflects reality and is its source and voice and most surely in the very genre called realism the whonym dances flops pummels weeps at centre stage at centres centre in clear defiance of how things work across the teeming spaces uncountably multivalent contradictory and simpatico and the whonym not obliterated not as if its never been but just another transient member of vastness a speck in the gestures of consciousness

 

if we extol failure patanymity desolation abjection fracture unknowing retreat anomie solitude this extolment but be an aspect of the ways we walk in our seeking our decentering

 

and these very ways preclude a laying of techniques for decentered writing a la the workshop mobs of academe and its affixes or the systems of presumed volition and success technique withdraws for principles principles for walking

 

i cant decide whether on these paths i become more artificial or natural real or affix or not nevertheless we record them for you whether you be bot djinn or bear and this cant decide itself another walking of the way

 

so consciousness langwich geometry apophatics become the centre of literature but a centre everywhere and through and in and questioning all things

 

literature then isnt about describing the antics and gushes of a particular species happening to be existent for a spin of geological passage but a freedom of exploration and adventure in entrustments and subjunctivities a tracing of the movement of dust

 

for even the whonym as all other things is not itself not this contained circumscription but an embeddedment a going forth and relation a beyond and alterity and so we minimize the involvement of our meatspirit complex in the exotatic buzz and scrimmage of the whonym in its reflexive fortresses to journey inward for there we find we find we disappear and in that disappearance the subject also the centre too and if literature remains its less this thing that strives to be a thing less a sector of culture claiming to represent ideals or truths of whatever degree of pleasantness or bile objectivity or hallucination excellence or depravity attributive power or antithetic aimlessness than a summoning of presence indistinguishable from an absence of summoning 

 

theres then no method to pass on to you no tradition best practices manifesto yet along with all the creatures and things and spirits we enter scripts of performative play of writing literature without a whonym centre