novel hasnt been taken seriously and in its jest it suffers like so many from an insecurity of identity and rather than leaping into the abyss of the doubt of identity it etches itself everywhere - in lists and boardrooms curricula and shelving decisions - but if novel could see itself so defined so mature so taught so done up so soso, wouldnt it let go a fart so huge and magnificent entire nations would wilt
it hasnt been taken seriously because it hasnt been properly understood - as in the ptolemaic world the sun was incorrectly understood to orbit around earth and in the west for millennia zero was unseen - and when these errors were corrected whole galaxies slithered into vision and effected voids of such energies our species regurgitated itself - so novel is unseen, so novel is assumed pervasively to orbit around whonym
film - almost every film innovator has said in various ways and in the langwich of their fate - to be film - shouldnt depend on literature music dance or any of the other arts - film can be linear realistic narrative whatever these mean but such are only a few of films attributes among many others including their negation and confusion - and to rejoice in itself novel too, despite and because of its much longer history and tradition than film, questions itself in womb and orgy of itself and says - i am i but im also noti, theres no need for me to be anything like what people say i have to be or am - so many other things have given the finger to whatever needs the finger - why not i or noti, for we have more fingers than all the literary apes all the agency and grant apes all the imawriter apes all even all the communicating apes alive or dead and we give them all and more to you ie all the fingers, and more
to take it and by it we mean shit seriously is to reify deify objectify novel to its ends and so destroy it - take novel to god and there novel becomes amorphous mutable unlocatable distributed ungraspable without boundary or definition unattributable chimerical a mise en abyme without origin or end recursively without circumference and once in these spaces of attributes without attributes novel can transcend itself through death, that process transcendence of oblivion that desires to inhabit blood and in inhabiting destroys its destructiveness
novel lacks a definite article, lacks definiteness - so, not the novel as a generic literary or commercial commodity class - or a novel a specific instance of the former - but novel, a substantive without substance, a recursive rerun of the recurrence of re
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its easy to explain why novels reached this state - its misunderstood mind and its relations geometries measurements - minds so extreme now who isnt scared of it - you should be - but not to give up extreme mind but rather cognition within extreme mind and return mind to wildness spontaneity impulse whimsy ie to place mind in nature rather than technology - this placing is what present charismatic political appeals are doing but in simulation and its the simulation of spirit that has horrifying implications in the reality of the physical and is the danger
actual wildness of mind - if it still is mind and not just wildness in all its stupidity - struggles hourly minutely with ethics - the ethics of itself
mind has become too distant from novel and novel to live wants mind and novel to be indistinguishable, novel doesnt belong to culture it belongs to mind and mind belongs to earth nay is earth so novels earth and not culture or society or whonymity or that thing over there on your nightstand or a bookshelf of your heart
we say a particular usually literary novels incapable of being turned into film despite occasional attempts, but novels incapable of being turned for all it runs is a return and in all this running it too turns
novels a joke and if it doesnt see the joke, that the joke is serious, why play
do we have anything else to say on novel
yes
