literature hasnt even hit expressionism yet
of course it has all literature does is express
but its straitjacked by expression limited to meaning
what else would it do
expressing in painting can just be expressing without meaning - you see what you see - the object is there and that is it
nothings beyond meaning
to get beyond meaning as weve been stressing involves allowing langwich to become itself rather than enslaving it to the whonym - an important migration in this process is transmuting communication to incantation - an alchemical process
so literatures singing - a genre of music
its been sung or at least croaked that theres a tower of song which musicians inhabit in fleshy and ghostly forms but writers - who arent actually writers but mediums and magicians sorcerers and pilgrims - dont inhabit any towers but clearings - literatures a khôra clearing - and the primary task of the unwriter is to clear - clear for singing
so literatures a subjectile
more it sojourns through subjectility and objectility to patatility
you cant just say literatures pataphysics
not at all - pataphysics is specific orientations and rites of specificities toward the currents crux - a mobius stripping of present potentatios - but remove the substantive as weve been advocating - free pata to wander where it will - then its no problem to say literatures pata
for all things are pata
in the way that all things are body so the clearing to clear and enter is body but not in those bourgeois ways - product and pilates maxgasms and wellity - but the body as it functions - from guts to anus to stomach to dripping reeking brain - the whole mess
what does literature express then
langwich - literature is langwich - literature expresses itself - literature hasnt encountered itself yet and why we say novel hasnt yet noveled - novels still gestating in meaning and has to birth and bite the umbilical cord as film has had to bite the cord of narrative and realism - a practice is to live as if youre in a scifi movie on a planet that doesnt obey the dictates of commercialism and instrumental reason - that doesnt know anything about the principalities imposed on earth - that configures itself ontologically and dimensionally in ways only vaguely analogous to whonyms
sounds like a synecdoche of insanity
want to hear a good joke - how do you have a novel without a whonym centre - make langwich the centre for langwichs nothing whonym
its not funny though
its actually very funny - novel has no place for it is every place - no character for it is every character - it lacks roots other than rootedness in its derooted self
youre drawing a comparison with atonal music
music without a tonal centre yes - literatures been scared to lose its false centre - the whonym - in the way societys broadly still effectively scared to lose its false centre - the political god - the divine politic - music began experimenting with this loss decades ago facilitated as weve said by the synthesizer - which is the primary sonic technological transit to enable commutation through modernitys shackles - literatures more devoted to ponderosity though as weve locked words and meaning in a cell together and are terrified of their independence - weve wired them together and reified the wiring - but technology permits their release and freedom - their relational and wandering play - this is the reconstitution of literature - what we call sometimes renoveling novel - and the patadoodao project
sounds like a meaning
everything sounds like a meaning if you live in meaning but decentre meaning - patch langwich into the universe in which the whonyms just a smelly patch of cosmic dust way over there - turn langwich into a synthesizer - and presto
presto what
presto presto - whatever you presto
thanks doo - meaningless as always
beyond meaning and meaninglessness
and beyond beyond
magnanimously delighted fuk to volt together today way under the singapore mrt
gek poh
in a clearing
in the thicket
in a clearing
