after convincing plilt puttus to take doo to the zoo and hopefully keep them there fukkys finally able to get stoodio doo to themself for a proper civilized award losing intervoo and heres heresiarch delaurus chyme straight from a night of heavy drinking at awang yaacob and youre looking pretty good chyme we all know what those nights are like yes
haha fuk tomorrows gonna be hell
haha ditto chyme its so good not to be talking to doo
wheres doo at
doohaps and hopes in the zoo haha
o haha theres a place for doo in the zoo as there are many places for zoo in doo
lets go posthaha and get to the part where we take ourselves seriously
always willing to follow fuk to earnest and weighty spaces that shit on the juvenescence of jest
your recent piece mrt or is it morte
why choose
has lit the pot in the parties of a few uncertain brains and the ilea are wondering
ilea
the brain gut axis councils that discuss art without end or reason theyre wondering chyme what morte or mrts really about
its about what its about as usual even as everythings about what everythings about use the thing to show and be the thing and explain it
this intervoos a collaboration among the janus group canal plus and oiaio the truth branch of ai though by truth here we dont mean truth but the strokes of truth as they cut off essential supplies to mind
while some of the old favs are back okra the mrt doktor silinki buttarsveld our very own gek poh stoodio the sant hagiopolis a number of new exciting characters are introduced theres a strange sequentiality to it despite all its nonsequituring
as you know fuk films very influential for us and while we love many directors theres only a few we love very much and two of these llinás and buñuel particularly the formers revolutionary take on storytelling in la flor and historias extraordinarias particularly the latters the phantom of liberty these on the autonomous stage of consciousness anyway brought morte mrt morty on though as you understand causalitys not really a thing for us it was in fact after rewatching phantom after a long respite that we immediately knew this piece was being inspired
i see a referent of an attribution of the morte called word stuck in my mons hairs and i take a monsie of it and send it to my mother in the monumental mound
phantom of course has seven or more depending on how we count stories that transition into the next through a gentle though often surprising and always amusing visual legerdemain
although the final scene doesnt loop back to the first and we wanted as frequently with theatre of the absurd a narrative circle
but this is text not film and youre prevented from using buñuels visual techniques of narrative transition
this was the first of many challenges it was obvious we couldnt literally copy buñuels transitions but we could remain in their spirit their phantom if youll permit me the liberty
talk a bit about these transitions chyme
when chymas murdered during a home invasion her text mysteriously disappears along with her and after this piece by piece metaphor by pataphor all texts books literature song dance painting art until were here alone with ourselves and gorging our maws like carcinogenic suns
number ones being read by the protagonist of number two who goes to share their coprolith with hemipene who lives in the garbage receptacle at the other end of the paya lebar platform but hemipenes not there and in fact has left with the manager of surveillance this is number three to be in the gek poh stoodio audience and on the way nabs a tract named mom and bored by the intervoo sorry fuk in number four opens mom and reads
then there seems like a bit of a rupture
the set should be bare other than two furry animal chairs both fuk and chymus naked with bulging phantasmachimera in place of their genitalia poised crouching as if about to leap at one another and a balcony in the distance with hemipene reading and doo plilt and others unidentified lurching suspiciously around and occasionally moaning
quite literally as we meet lorol whos taking a dump on acid in an mrt washroom cubicle and theres all these shenanigans between her and the very gross bulk of a he man next door and while its not obvious in number five itself it becomes or should become so soon that lorols dump is actually number four or mom and the shitting episode is a metaphor for aesthetic creation then in number six oiaios on an impossibly crowded bukit gombak platform a post electronic band playing at the other end which is sonically incomprehensible and offensive to everyone but oiaio death warnings are coming over the public address system and in spite of all this oiaios cogitating about number five which it turns out she wrote
and now it starts getting fun
have you tried wordies theyre bold words with all the shit wont you try wordies for words are the best source of wit theyre wispy and raunchy the whole year through the skiddies never tire of them and neither will you so just try wordies the best bombast in all the lands
in number seven a poofessor in the university of mrt for the mrt contains everything you need from birth to death and beyond is lecturing on the comma or more specifically a comma that loco the author of number six has apparently placed as the only punctuation mark but in our edition anyway doesnt appear number eight revealing that the poofessors speaking has emancipated the comma from its text and its running around getting depressed by its insignificance hopping into someones hair and transiting to tanah merah where in its disorientation and despair falls down a vent into a drink and number nine has depressed inebriated comma conversing with a buxomy drunk equally depressed customer here it gets bizarre the comma leaps into her cleavage eventually making it into her vagina and y this is the customer gets so aroused by this curvy punctuation mark running around inside her sex she has to leave the bar which is way under the station and this is the first and only time we get out of the mrt into the outside air and finds a private place to orgasm and as she does she records the first line of number one
so mort is really about writing
this intervoo is being mismanaged by jumping doos in an arse wisp factory under the sea in a nonoassys burden in the waves just after rhoda suicides
writing reading creativity with some alcohol sex ghosts music elevators shit and cemeteries thrown in for the commons but nothing goods just about something so mort also continues our themes of metro chthonia adventuring form and technique as dysfunction content as movement and material as geometry skullarship as a comic necessity blurring of pretension and truth communication as the broken numinous and text as theatre among of course many other themes well leave the unreader not to discover
as brecht müller boal and now many others aimed to diminish or remove the divisions between actor and spectator and before them artaud like a volcanic tsunami laid a foundation for a confusion of art and life so doo aims to diminish the divisions between text and meat
literature becomes theatre by means of removing the reader and on this stage of absence the audience which is whonymity itself distilled into words acts out an unknown script
this chyme characters a pompous ass says fuk aloud as he urinates in a flowerpot during a commercial break a veritable monument to vacuous erudition a preening intellect performing a grotesque pantomime of profundity each laboured aphorism dripping with the unctuous sheen of borrowed wisdom unfolding like some malformed origami crane a pathetic testament to fatuous selfregard resembling the flatulent echoes in a marble mausoleum blissfully obtuse to the yawning chasm between their pretence and actual perspicacity a pusillanimous parasitism upon genuine thought swaddled in polysyllabicism disguising the mewling insipidity beneath a craven forger trading in debased intellectual currency while fancying themself a philosopher king a peacock strutting through an aviary of eagles mistaking its own gaudy impotence for majesty mistaking obscurity for depth they quote european intellectuals at dinner parties but cant identify parsley just footnotes yearning for an audience recycled insights originality as thin as the paper in their outofprint kierkegaard anthology
the author is simply another character in their novel and to treat the author as something separate from the novel to treat it as something special as more real dimensional pecuniary etc is to enter the very delusion arts designed to break us free from
void gives voice to voices
one says that the innovation the socalled experimental attempt to ward off reification is best achieved by theatre and the other arts from novels and films to poetry painting and musical performance even aleatory performance are structurally and materially less qualified to do so this is a saying we in the dooverse are testing for we believe and have faith in literatures capacity to be as or more qualified than the other arts in dereifying techniques by using the very agent of reifying danger the word against itself through giving words descendants words the agency character dimensionality and kenosis societys constructed to deny them
what were wondering now unreader reading is whether your underwears as wonderful as mine if it sings the macarena if it walks the plank as easily as virtue how many active mines and bones your psychic archaeological expeditions have turned up today and if none how long youve been this lazy and dishonest
distance between audience and stage life and art name and unknowing is inversely proportional to alienation so then the trick and it is a trick ie its an act of magic that only those long and painfully trained in very specific forms of magic can successfully perform is to diminish the distance to an extent that its effectively removed and abrahadabra presto ipssissima אברא כדברא sator ajji majji la tarajji jorges borges open shamash shammu alakazam jantar mantar jadu mantar ananasakäämä bibbidibobbidiboo тень знай своё место ala peanut butter sandwiches or whatever the alienations gone too
any unreader who identifies without subtraction or addition without algebra or ingenuity without flapidation or bombostication without lysol or doritos in thickness or in stealth in witches or in horror the portions of this doo entry or output that were written wholly by ai in order to win a trip for nineteen to tierra santa in buenos aires where youll be bound to and rise with jesus every hour for 24 days should submit in nonuplate on genocided trees along with three flaps of megasize chocolate oat crunch cheerios and a video of their asshole lipsynching who let the dogs out a solution to the hodge conjecture a practical guide to subverting capitalism and a 13 act play exploring tretyakovs relationship to the rise and reification of identity as indemnity to mrs heinera benyapin schlovovski of the first baptist church of st louis at 3100 bell avenue 63106 before earths menopause overtakes us all
thats it volks and vagons only hemipenes in the audience as usual but everyone had an ok time and were no further ahead than when we were born thanks so much chyme hope to see you in another life
the other lifes this one fuk
you can purchase mort mrt or morte at any ooQstore with a few mons hairs and a thimbleful of sex juice signing off from stoodio doo 283 metres under gek poh this has been delaurus chyme and fukky risotto dooing it up in the abyss of the oblivion of texts
