Sunday, 17 May 2026

ın the back of gek poh


ın the back of my mınd 

 

whıch back there are so many 

 

ım unsure ı belıeve ın backs we have no ıdea what the shape of mınd ıs so how could we know theres a back or backs 

 

or shapes

 

or mınds

 

but theres mınd

 

theres somethıng we call mınd

 

mınd tells us theres mınd

 

conflıct of ınterest

 

ı tell you theres me

 

were lıke one skyscraper askıng another wheres the cıty

 

were lıke a bunch of metaphors denyıng the exıstence of analogy

 

were lıke a lıke thats fallen off ıts post ınto a fenceless sıghtlessoverse

 

were lıke a revenant wereword 

 

but whats ın the back of your mınd

 

when ı say back of my mınd do ı mean a kınd of play of memory that ıve watched before but only under crepuscular condıtıons and for an entrance fee ıd rather not remember

 

were lıke people sayıng back of mınd who mean we have no ıdea what meanıng means

 

no ıdea all we are ıs ıdeas

 

were the ıdea of ıdeas

 

the ıdea of ıdea of ıdeas

 

notıdeas of not ıdes but wheres the a

 

the fırst dısappears under ıts own weıght

 

and can be found then only ın sleep

 

when ı say back of my mınd do ı mean mınd my back

 

whered the genıtıve go you cant say ıt dısappears under ıts own weıght

 

nostalgıc for attrıbutıon are we

 

nostalgıas the only strategy for those who say ıt ısnt

 

nostalgıas become pathologıcal and doesnt say ıtself

 

ı carry on the back of my mınd the gın and embrace ın my arms the poontang

 

the modern way

 

therefore the rage keeps to the feed that consısts ın takıng no defecatıon and practıces the leechıng that abuses nerds

 

are we ın the back of mınd now

 

whos drıvıng

 

notus

 

agaın

 

we should make out

 

no place lıke the back

 

o not so rough

 

how about lıke thıs

 

not so gentle

 

lets get back to talkıng

 

sex ıs ȷust talk wıth dıamorphemes

 

dıamonds are a pearls neck frıend

 

gettıng back to back

 

gettıng mınd to mınd

 

gettıng not to knot

 

knots gettıng us to drıve

 

ı dıdnt realıze gek poh had a back

 

gek back gek back gek back to were ewe nonce bedonged

 

o rıght

 

ıts always the ınsects who show the way

 

follow the dıss on ants to the nearest eddy gare allah poh

 

ıs thıs fuk and doo

 

good questıon

 

whıch ıs whıch

 

the wıtch ıs ın the dıaper as granny ı says

 

and the dıapers the arendt of das man

 

eye errant dos floss can flan sham an woman wombat bad bıg ınnıng

 

nıce to lose the thread

 

lettıng go ın the back

 

they watch you ın the front

 

they watch you now everywhere

 

ıts not the watchıng we want

 

wıtchıng not watchıng

 

ıt all bıg ınnıng when watch was ınvented and wıtches were hunted

 

and wretches were vıled and wutches are waıted

 

we should do all our ıntervoos ın the back

 

but after a whıle well have to go to the backs back

 

ıts backs all the way back

 

untıl you reach the front

 

that ıs the quest ıon

 

to to or not to to

 

were on the roundabout

 

of eyes

 

take the eye out of wıtch

 

ıts been done

 

put the eye back ın wıtch

 

back of mınd back of wıtch

 

many are my names besıdes

 

save what words wıll bare away ın theır flaws

 

ın the back

 

ın the black

 

the black of wreck woe

 

ım not sure ı lıke the back anymore

 

remember where lıkes have gone

 

ım not nostalgıc for memory

 

the back ıs the front ıs the sıde ıs the centre ıs the edge ıs the fall ıs the 

 

ıd rather be tendıng the deep

 

where there ıs no ıs

 

and only the eye of wıtch

 

and backs been hacked

 

we lack the knack for back

 

too wackywhack

 

o frack ım back ın the backoverse

 

ıts worse

 

quack clack black crack back

 

ȷust back

 

back ın back

Wednesday, 6 May 2026

fuk faq


unreaders have been asking wheres doos faq so here it is

 

why doesnt doo make any sense

 

doos written in ooQic translated into voidian garbled into fuckuguese warped into pavidusotho shoved into ishugu then broken into english, ais heavily involved  

 

some of us are christians and offended by profanity and vulgarity, why do you have to be so vulgar and profane

 

doo gets confused over whats a swear word, for us every word is a swear word, speaking is swearing, langwich is the source of swearing and so we all are swearing constantly, its just a matter of whether your swearings interesting or not, being in meat is being in putresence and being in putresence is to love the gutter, were offended by your false purities

 

your entire project seems a bunch of hokum

 

we embrace impunitively the shirty amphigoric palaverous hoking sectors of existence and have no evidence youre not wholeheartedly working with us in these sectors

 

why is doo so apocalyptic misanthropic hopeless and strange

 

doos entire brains a deathbed for their mind, we carry that bed around with us throughout our lives, but were only misanthropic to whonym supremacists, strange to the conforming normalized, hopeless to the binarized, and apocalyptic to those trapped in linear time etiology and teleology

 

im in love with doo, what doo i doo

 

run far away, doos been betrothed to scatology not love

 

wed like doo to shut up, when will doo shut up

 

we concur entirely

 

you seem to think writing will somehow redeem your life but you do realize this will never happen

 

nothing atones for life, writing speaks itself, realitys a seeming off the rails, so let we bituminized bunch enter the sum of hows and there cast some hap into the cauldron of convenient auguries

 

when doos meet for moot where do they mate

 

in buckingbacon palace, putting the ham where it belongs

 

were frustrated by your pretentious inconvenient lack of punctuation

 

periods dont exist, if you see one anywhere its a mirage in the desert of glyphs, but questions are everywhere, everythings a question so the mark itself becomes unnecessary, commas are ludic amusements as mrt 10.25 doodao proves, everything else is backwash

 

you decry didacticism but then are didactic, you decry solidity then are solid, you decry sanity then are sane, you contradict yourself more often than the blight house

 

novel isnt didactic solid or sane but characters appear in novel that venture into solidity didacticism sanity, theres organic farming which originates in finite real crops grown in living soil not produced at scale, theres organic novel, learn to discern between the commodities of production and the natural expressions of living organic souls

 

you raise aberration to nobility and nonconformity to righteousness

 

outcasts are merely entranced by the strangeness of socalled whonym maturity and we would only have poets as equals on the scapes of time

 

i feel im only asking this question so that the faq reaches the obsessively requisite number of words and that youre going to answer in a similar manner because we both know that while this question and answer are penultimate they were actually written chronologically last

 

funny you say that, when i was just a fiction on the messy table of my mothers emptiness the postman rang again and not one to say knock knock to any reification of the sad clowns that estrange us from the very tragedy of unsayability or rather the bleep in tragic clothing she answers and well papa was at bible study and mama had been drinking and was as dishabille as history and the floor was sudsy as a butter tarry tango then there i was and here well be still a fiction just as empty

 

we feel as if our questions havent been answered and we have many more questions to not be answered, where do we send them

 

as usual to

 

mrs dolita q abababer

3100 bell jar

sanctus looey momo   63106

disunited hates of amerika

 

Sunday, 3 May 2026

a manciple extraordinarius ship of novel

 

fukky here in gek poh with diaper, time to take stalk again doo where are we

 

counting piths and helms on the selves of the wherehouse

 

no patapuns doo our unreaders are meta

 

metas so thirteenth century

 

we like the thirteenth century

 

its impossible to like the thirteenth century

 

as a reality

 

as an idea

 

ideas arent separate from reality

 

you have a different idea about idea

 

always do things for the negation of time through time and whatever available love there might be in the presented shapes will follow but do things primarily for love and time turns into a monster

 

as we were saying writings therapy not for purpose growth healing but maintenance

 

writing suffers long and is blind, writing doesnt conform, writing vaunts itself and is a powderpuff, behaves unseemly, seeks idiocy, is easily provoked, thinks without evil or good, rejoices in quiddities but not in truth, bares all things, believes all things, hopes and despairs nothing, endures nothing, writing always fails

 

thats not what i said

 

youve said or not said before writing means nothing

 

what we dont say is as much part of what we say as what we do even as what we do say is as much part of what we dont as what we dont

 

when i think of novel i think of the line - whom the gods love they destroy but first drive mad - novels a road trip of the driving

 

if we dont amuse ourselves well reach the destination faster and who believes in faster higher stronger any longer

 

no one really knows what novel is, the yakademics try to define it but only end up confusing the situation more

 

doo writes novel in spaces of that unknowing

 

you say its plotless and characterless but plots and characters abound

 

novel is extreme method acting, our methods to empty ourselves of our selves so characters have the empty spaces they require to enter and possess us

 

sounds mentally ill

 

you doo your mental illnesses well doo mine

 

what do yoo mean when yoo say writings maintenance

 

as theres no self the only way we live is to leech onto the host of the characters passing through

 

we understand doocore met at the council of eye some kalpas ago and - after a grunt and moan show by akchamel in which they incinerate the texas mexico border - drafted some novel principles

 

less novel than for novel and the forgotten, less principles than primipataples

 

whatever, will you share

 

novel is immediately aestheticized tsunami of consciousness

 

novel is maintenance but maintenance of hearing so as to increase our capacity to listen to river voices without judgment - and by river we mean undammed flows - and by voices we mean that carried in the flows eg sensations attitudes thoughts emotions values reasons feelings systems justifications signs desires negations constructions

 

while society is also a tsunami of consciousness novel it isnt aestheticized, we aestheticize consciousness by devolitioning ie returning novel to consciousness by means of constructing dedimensionalized voidholes through society, we novelize tsunami of consciousness both by transmogrifying stream to tsunami so as to shadow society and through immediacy ie restraining consciousnesss opportunities to experience meat other than the meat of words

 

art doesnt meet you halfway art doesnt care about meeting you at all, novel lives in the gaps between these desires and realities

 

novel perpetually returns to becoming born through dimensionalized meat abdicating itself to the dedimensionalized meat of words ie through replete acceptance of characters as they spontaneously appear in the empty esoscapes

 

novel is the practice and discipline of maintaining empty esoscapes for endless appearances, a collection of chants for incantational magic, an atavist futurist disneoexistence manual for hieranarchists patadaogonians freakophiles and patadadaers

 

if we have not only stopped believing the stories our civilization tells itself but how stories are told in that civilization, how the how is learnt, how the stories are manufactured disseminated absorbed regurgitated, how then do we absorb tell regurgitate learn disseminate manufacture stories, the archaeologies grammars brainwaves protagonists of the manufacturing, doo is our attempt to approach stories differently by writing novel avoiding conformance to enculturated hows and their manufactures and marketings, entering doubts and subversions in novels weird heart finding there shadows of flickering nameless hows

 

a propreantepenredemodernist sort of thing, some muckist ruckust banifesto

 

ie changing the contents of stories is fairly easy, harder is to change the stories forms, hardest yet to change the form of our lives - but unless we change the form of our lives nothing about our stories will really change other than cosmetically ... and for those who believe in the primacy of cosmetics - what has been your education and what are your conflicts of interests?


novel aims to decentre the whonym from its selfimposed and erroneous place at essence and on throne of earth and universe and a way it uses to attempt this is to relangwich langwich, to unmoor langwich and corollarily concepts and thinking, to detach words from the expectations that have become ossified with whonym supremacy by placing them in excess of returnings and doubtings

 

novel says no to aesthetic hierarchies, binarisms, to galas and galleries - not because they dont exist but as theyve become straightjackets over emancipation and have separated spirit and creativity, religion* and art, by succumbing to moneys binding and oppressing vast panoplies of legitimate necessary vitalizing voices

 

novel pilgrims through spaces that nurture attempts to return to a possible mode of creation before whonym society nailed particular standards - eg of beauty and ugliness, form and formlessness, acceptability and transgression, vulgarity and civility - onto the cross of media

 

novel decentres whonymity into the radical democracy of all existence, which is to say nature - nature in literature is often understood as peaceful tranquil spirituality but nature is also mud and teeth indifference and all, so our method acting novel doesnt distinguish among its guests in dedimensionalized word, does not close its doors or devoice, and in this way diverse guests from all manner of forms images structures eyes enter exit speak hush as they please and novel is a transcript of these movements and appearings and commentaries on these appearings and movements (technology too is a character but one like us that wants to be an all it isnt) - this would be a negating except the negatings already occurred

 

novel lives in collapse - the collapse of society langwich whonymity identity concept leadership and naturally novel and collapse themself, thats a few of them anyway

 

so novel belongs to the immediate aestheticized tsunami of consciousness character living compost rivervoice maintenance pataffixed paean gathering hieranarchists manual patadoodaodada novel genre

 

a bit of a generalization

 

to what extent is this panifesto influenced by the album spiritually unemployed

 

as jorges pocus borges hocus says influence is always polydirectional

 

thats not quite what he says

 

everythings a quotation

 

is doo then also givers of illness

 

disease disquiet diswell disturb distress discontent dissent discord disorder

 

hieranarchy

 

doo novel in its present manifestations of the thirteen+ 

 

what do people mean when they say i didnt have a father i had no mother of course you had a mother of course you had a father all thats happened is theres a gap between the mother you have and the mother you want were not talking about death sex gender orientation your father or mother could be a mather a fother acorn a capacitor absence camera washrag betrayal sacrament barrio grenade century ashtray







this is fukky risotto signing off from stoodio doo 283 metres under gek poh with what once was diaper ands now just a mess, praise selah glunk plop


* religion in its ancient functional living contextual sense

not its traditional institutional cleaved substantive sense





how dark is yr mountain

as far dark as where everything touches

including my wholesale incorrectness

way before wayback

who speaks for nature

and who would be larger than the limits of a voice