bambara

i, fukky, am in botszania with sadoo wuth kafecth, who lives on a bambara leaf and eats aphids

hey sadoo wuth kafecth

hey fukky

why do you live on a bambara leaf and eat aphids?

makes more sense than being an executive vice-president of strategic planning for a fortune 100 company or a scholar of repute intimidating the faithful

not to a lot of humans

but why allow humans to make sense? have they provided much evidence of making sense?

sadoo voyeurs are wondering why you live on a bambara leaf?

i’m responding to dominant strains in human evolution that we can associate with the jcc (judeo-christian-capitalist) lineage presently pervasive and sacred in the world – a lineage oriented toward violence, destruction, death

i don’t understand the connection

rooted in dreams of subjugation, inequality, and radical decontextualizing practices, this now dominant tradition stretches beyond the formative genesis myths in which a reputedly divine being, terrified of nothingness, creates a splendorous fortress of activity and words, reaching through the increasingly absurd and unsustainable bifurcations of christianity, its scholastic and enlightenment offspring, manifesting in global infrastructures of capital, knowledge, and new forms of enslavement required to maintain and build them

a somewhat reductionistic presentation of three or four thousand years don’t you think?

the human assumption that it has the right to consider itself superior to the non-human world, then acting on the assumption of this right, is minimally a great stupidity. a great stupidity. and tedium

but humans have invented language, science, culture … they have reason, consciousness, freedom

and then use it for barbaric, primitive ends

these are facile arguments. go be born a female in rural somalia and have your genitals mutilated then speak of the jcc tradition as inferior. you were so born into freedom you can’t appreciate it. you secretly want money and power and resent that you haven’t had the guts to seize them

these are all possible narratives. but sadoos, if not anything, are not given to single narratives – either the west is the best or the worst or something specific between; that humans are worse or better than other animals or things or gods or something specific between; that work, volition, stability, at least as typically understood, are any better or worse than non-work, non-volition, or instability or something specific between

so everything’s nothing

nothing and everything and something. many somethings

not some somethings more than other somethings

sometimes probably

doesn’t give one much to cling to

who needs to cling? one can perform a dialectical play – and these plays dominate entertainment (and by entertainment i include politics, religion, scholarship, and the majority of art) – opposing a jcc orientation of anthropocentrism, duty to subjugate, fear of void, and tyranny of volition (none of these which are particularly jcc but almost monopolistically omnipresent) to a vegan non-teleological orientation that is unsystematic (that is, plural), language-diverse (including non-human languages and silence), with rooted doubt, imaginative prowess and contextual resource use, advocating the latter … but doesn’t this opposition, this purported supremacy, then place us as much in the former as the latter, effectively destroying the dialectic and so the play?

resulting in a thesis? a synthesis? tenure? rhizomatous vitality? madness? śūnyatā? eyeware benefits?

sure

not too interested in the results?

i live on a bambara leaf

you eat aphids so you’re not vegan

aphids are just little sacs of plant juice with legs. legally acceptable limits are 3,500 aphids per 10 grams of hops, so any beer-drinker is quaffing aphids – i just do aphids without the beer

this is all very nice sadoo wuth kafecth but seems unevolved. your ideas, your lifestyle, your entire way of being have no relevance to anything. you’re impractical, delusional, hypocritical, immature

i don’t deny these adjectives. i accept them but not only them – i accept all adjectives. the human tendency is to respond negatively, oppositively, dialectically, antagonistically when criticized ... and positively, beneficently when praised. couldn’t we call such instinctual responses primitive, immature, delusional, hypocritical? they might be practical, but only within a longer-term impracticality, even as many perspectives and lifestyles are easily considered mature, but within a context that itself can easily be considered immature or rational but within an irrational environment

we know that sadoo dith smis asesn has spoken of the fear of irrationality leading to an excessive rationality that itself is excessively irrational

the identity of most humans is achieved by comparing themselves to other humans – and even then to a small subset of other humans, this small subset manufactured by a rabidly limited and comprehensively tedious collection of attributes

we’ve all heard that history’s a nightmare. is avoiding history death then? or is it something else? is the establishment everything of which i am not a part?

a president is excluded from street culture, a bum from state dinners, a lawyer from being an astronaut, an astronaut from being a mystic. the establishment, like the margins, is everywhere

it’s true – one person’s establishment is another’s margin, but commonly the establishment is something else

it’s commonly something else and i would like it to be what it is – uncommonly something else and so uncommonly us

the establishment is us?

and not us … if you’re alive you’re established

you’re a poor revolutionary

i feel neither poor nor revolutionary for i don’t place poverty on an economic axis nor revolution on a political one

so you’re an idiot

in the etymological sense, yes. sadoos tend to be idiots and idiots are those they admire. i primarily live what i would like to be and dance around those i would not like to be – as soon as i enter into their world (in any manner other than virtually) i’m not living what i would like to be as i become engaged in praise-offense games that don't amuse, stimulate, provoke, or enrich me. i can blame (or praise) exterior aspects for this, interior aspects, both … but blaming and praising are tedious, dividing exteriority and interiority is tedious

you're using tedious a lot

you know what sadoo li dew said

so you live on a bambara leaf and eat aphids?

and i'm only thinking about this stuff because you're here on my bambara leaf - normally i think about more interesting things. i drink plant juice with legs. i drink beer without the beer. i am a plural one who lives in play and plays who calls this living-playing art

you're a sadoo

i'm a sadoo