you can think of doo as new configurations of time cast through anarchic archaic series of primordial prisms set in unsettled minds of absent stars and these new configs as sa doo cast the same but in aschimophilic* reverse
patas an affix of doo even as doos an affix of pata for all voids require manifestations across speechparts and substantives morph into adverbs as easily as verbs into questions if the twentieth century shows anything its that langwich* isnt what it seems as to the twentyfirst arent we just more fully into nugatory artifice
doo has infinite expressions many appearing subliminally as nickelocene on a coldfinger or oracles in your coffee we list only a few here not for instruction entertainment data promotion virtue persuasion money information knowledge humiliation truth wisdom inspiration comfort they can be seen to be pedantic overwrought indulgent pompous medieval mentallyill lazy barbaric schizoid middling pretentious incoherent psychotic incomprehensible vacuous puerile angry whiny overwritten dismissible logorrheic psychosociopathic abstruse the-worst-kind-of-drone-post-literature paternalistic irrelevant unnatural misanthropic clumsy obscene narcissistic ineffective silly aggressive imbalanced violent fragmented insane acerbic supercilious delusional schizophrenic immature depressive anarchic apocalyptic vulgar noisy anomic solipsistic forgettable pathetic pathological see as you see as granny i says
this consortium of doos appear as a siblinghood in varanasi in the winter of 2010 and has stuck together through the daily common betrayals and joys since this tribe doesnt belong to crowds tends toward inertia and withdrawal if it identifies with any group it might be the apophatic aesthetics a neomystic bunch that survives by craft wit exile eye witches without gender name practice sex creed freaks and outcasts and mumbling winds you might glimpse one if lost and drunk in the dungeons of alhambra or plopped into dreams of blizzards and derelict trees
in confusion a spectre lurches in the distance walk on by
for those who want-need rational justification for what we do and how they do it filtered in this case through an articulate mostly empathic academic lens see shoshana felmans writing and madness (and possibly some of benjamin cains entries on outsider-related issues on medium - though with felman and cain forms of madness are subject to rational-philosophical language) or slightly closer to the grammars of madness batailles literature and evil of course a vaster rationale is the collectivity of recorded voices and the many more unrecorded that protest while various articulations and agendas will appeal to certain people and while probably few of the protestors were thinking of would get along in life theres a strange unity to the bubbling dissatisfaction pervasively experienced with existence in whonym*society as it presents itself in its overwhelming facticities responses vary from silent sacrifice to vociferous action to many other modes we can move through ecology animalvoice & whonymdesupremacy dada surrealism &alltherest race&alltherest alltherest&alltherest in texts film sonics sculpture politics movement graffiti so on theres also the cogent strain of antipsychiatry which presses society to admit its deep complicity in the shadows it births through its denials and greeds titles names are all readily available even with fairly superficial searching its not a lack of speaking that incarcerates our species alternative & better narratives have existed for millennia but the vastest impetus is life itself struggling as an eyeinworld where so much seems to conspire against vitality strategy contextuality communality so that for some temperaments anyway the only sensible survival tactic is to retreat and mutter in the remaining forests doo is a singular polypolarity* of this muttering a cumulative scream of molecular experience in a culture that makes little sense to us and never has other than as a dangerous abstraction
for those inclined to poetic explanations see
thesecularsadoo.blogspot.com/2019/11/what-do-i-mean-when-i-say-im-mad.html
many aspects exist not in the lists and the expressions that do may retreat and visit the way all things flit and sublimate in their little ways and in whatever dimensions are their desire
* an obscure neologism but what are we other than obscure neologisms
* langwich is a sandwich and should be treated as such
* some rhyme ago doo replaces human with whonym
we intersect more with robinson jeffers inhumanism than any form of humanism
but whonym (who or what name?) seems to patasa* mind
better suited for a species lost
* elsewhere weve written of the need to get beyond
monopolarity and bipolarity into replete polypolarity
in which as many radii of the spheres hyperspheres pataspheres
are as simultaneously active as possible
* parvati pramana and prajapati mind put in pata
post chronostamp :
somewhere in a timehole in the thirteenth century
finding a way into the cyber interwebbie
by means of a derivative alembic
doodoos a canoe made of recycled pronouns and the bullet holes ın bears drıftıng along a rıver whose unseen banks sıng the praıses of absence lıttle bugs the sıze of newsbıtes dancıng lıke nıghtmares and pusfılled starlets flyıng overhead mockıng physıcs and the future of tıme when a newfangled vacuum approaches wondrously from the north and sucks up everythıng but us everythıng the rıver the holes pronouns starlets banks bugs songs mockerıes and praıses and here ı am wıth nothıng around nothıng at all but shhhhhh waıt a waıl ıs heard ın farflung mythıc seas and we follow ıts spoutıng
ın each word an ı and ın each ı trapwyrds to oublıettes to a sea of eyes and there construct a boat wıth yourself doo ıs word and ı and trap and sea and boat the quest and questıon and negatıon of each and here we are tıme over there lıke a neıghbours swımmıng pool pıtch your tent ın the forest of forgettıng and the clouds roll ın lıke angels whove never used a ladder and love and hate those anachronısms hıbernate lıke sıffleux and the cıty rıses ın the tessellatıons of nıght and were ın our boat eatıng dreams