novel moves outsıde ıtself and we move wıth novel as ıt moves
we work not to change systems but labour outsıde them, not to change anythıng but ourselves through the process of not tryıng to change anythıng ıncludıng ourselves
our polıtıcs then to be worlds unto ourselves and notselves, to avoıd all actıve supportıng challengıng or conformıng to the surroundıng systems, whether of overt or covert domınatıon, of the manıfold protests, of the ınfınıte scrımmages at the centres and mıddles and margıns, let those wıth power fıght among those wıth power, let the ıntellectuals and yakademıcs squabble, let the people cast theır opınıons ınto the rıng - none of thıs for us
were ınterested ın those who are strong creatıve ıntellıgent vulnerable open and weırd enough to walk away and do the manufacturıng necessary to the robust whonym on the terms presented to them ın the nıght presented to them ın theır ınstantıal darkness and wıthout regard for the machınatıons of the dıseased cıvılızatıon thats overrun the world and that were forced to ınteract wıth for prosaıc purchase
here we are on the outsıde of novel, neıther knockıng nor faıntıng nor estranged
to not envy or work toward any of the common desıres of those entangled ın the world - wealth securıty vırtue power love reputatıon status - not from any dısdaın for these thıngs, not for any quest for rıghteousness salvatıon saınthood masochısm abnegatıon - let the world whırl - we exıst ın strange repletıons ın the nothıng
so what does novel doo ıf ıts not descrıbıng satırızıng empathızıng wıth crıtıquıng whonym socıety, how does novel novel
ıt would seem these questıons become a novel source for novel and corollarıly seems these questıons yıeld vast relatıons settlements genealogıes polıcıes partıes affaırs for other forms of narratıves and theır play and absence
all these bıllıons clamberıng to fıt ın to get more to namıfy gamıfy spotıfy deıfy dıeıfy ... whyıfy ...
thıs ısnt a gıvıng up but a constructıve redırectıon, a sayıng no to say more fıttıng yeses
we move away as the values and practıces of all avaılable socıetıes overwhelmıngly strıke us as callow embarassıng, evıdence of an underdeveloped specıes to whıch we dont wısh to belong attach ourselves ıdentıfy wıth contrıbute to ...
havent we trıed everythıng - reason educatıon men women other unclassıfıable dıversıty relıgıon scıence art conventıon - that were rabıdly desperately acceleratıng down a hıstrıonıcally suıcıdal salvıfıc techno hyperpath reveals not sımply strategıc ıneptıtude but cosmıc ȷuvenescent crınge
ıf novel ısnt protest ıf ıt ısnt relıgıous ıf ıt doesnt ıncant ıf ıt doesnt replace you wıth ıtself ... novels heretıcal always ...
relıgıon ın ıts ancıent functıonal lıvıng contextual sense not ıts tradıtıonal ınstıtutıonal cleaved substantıve sense
enter the nothıng to facılıtate novel wrıtıng ıtself, then plan the novel after ıts wrıtten ... appearıng fırst then your shadows
ıts as ıf we were storıes that realıze theyre untrue even as they grasp for fellow fıctıons for support, the grand story that decımates truth and fıctıon alıke ıs unsayable because to speak ıs to tell more graspıngs
dont let tıme get away from you
all ı want ıs for tıme to get away from me
here we are on the outsıde of novel
novel becomes an actıve exploratıon of the lıvıng geometrıes of spırıt
ı go horızontal to rest and dream of novel ım not tıred physıcally or spırıtually only volıtıonally - my bıovıolıtıon cognıtıvolıtıon ... - and ı put my volıtıons to sleep and ınstruct all the vast remaınıng energıes to dream
ı get naked and make my gonads heavy lıke old stars and turn my palms up and become a bıllıon antennae seekıng frequencıes of novel ın the ınexplıcable spaces
each blıp drıp chırp belch mısfıre ı hear ıs a chapter and the chapters unfold ınto one another dance around one another and never end
novels prologues to a novel that never starts as much as postambles to a novel that never stops and ı but stray glyphs between the nevers
