dear fukky,
i’ve travelled around the world many times,
built successful careers, amassed great wealth and possessed countless lovers,
raised successful and well-adjusted children, and won the booker and pulitzer
prizes for my fiction and poetry. i’m
now thinking of becoming a sadoo. do you
have any advice for me?
jaruna
dear jaruna,
advice seems unnatural for sadoos; we by
nature are born into avolition and indecision and thus any advice not only spontaneously
and inexorably calls forth its opposite, but its myriad partially overlapping
possibilities.
let me say this another way. there are many professions that are difficult
and every profession includes its fair share of difficulties. sadooing is
different. sadooing is impossible. how does one provide advice about the
impossible? perhaps we could speculate that the best art is primarily about
this – the impossible – but the best art is what it is by avoiding advice.
look at our ostensible namesakes –
sadhus. while they’ve lost a certain
credibility in modernity, at least among swaths of urban sophisticates, they
still generate substantial respect, emerge from hinduism, a recognizable and
ancient tradition, and – at around 5,000,000 – participate in a large and often
cohesive community.
but sadoos! we have never even gained credibility
in order to lose it. being unseen as what we are, we generate neither mockery
nor respect. unable to belong to any tradition – sadooing is a word, like dao
or god, that is a gross compromise – it flounders, lost, indifferent,
polypolar, drowning in the refuse, trapped in the weeds, in unmapped moats
around time, emergent from nothing. its community is dispersed without ever
having been gathered – have sadoos even met one another let alone themselves?
the do in sadoo is a mockery! –
sadoos don’t do; at most, being in
bodies, they necessarily doo. they are not sea-doos or ski-doos, they are
sad-doos – hardly depressive in that reductionistic and fragmented western
clinical sense, but desolate and solitary in those other senses.
sadoos are undeveloped and experience
undevelopment as a form of development. they wander not to or from or through
or even of but wander. would you be this thing you cannot be? would you become
what is an unbecoming?
soft and empty regards,
fukky
