Date: Tue, 25 Mar 2003 20:10:05 -0800
From: Kenneth Johnson <beeso-AT-pop.charter.net>
Subject: non thing things



i dunno, where its' IS is, all goin' on and on on listserv here, not about
iraq o course, that's a no brainer, we got bigger guns, but what i mean is,
where are all the people-ized thinged thingys who have rented investimental
space here on h, goin?

not a predominance of folk here who feel this questiion is absolutely vital
because, o' course, folk here, in general, are fit up titely inside a drug
store prescriptive "self" glove, and this pre-scriptive self glove
sartainly no's where it's goin, as all the theys here, on h, have bin givin
invite, say, to a poetry web offering of shit, dun brained roans stampeding
down the well worn stamped down trail where their keyboards are their
sixguns and their aim is to establish bullshit as the most desirably
desired thinged thing

it is one thing to be confused at the subjective level about one's being in
the world, but it ain't knoble not to know, that this 'youed' one's being
is not this youed one's being

it's a lot of trouble to be a humaned being today, the choices of concepts
are overwhelming, growing ever more firm as science "proves" that this
incidental thing  or that incidental thing really really really is
this/that incidental thing, we know because "we have instruments" etc. - -
- - -

the universe is a swirling of forces moving from here to there, and one of
these forces is grammar, the ability for being to name itself resides
entirely within itself and here, on the surface of this odd rote orbiting
planet, being applies that innered ability and is grateful to itself for
the chance so to do, but, it is so fuckingggggggggggly lost inside the
pornographic immediacy of the rush toward 'the truth'


so, as Life, and certainly not as me, I, Life, say, to my many selfed
cloniholics, forget, forget about the merely tributarial, like all those
merely grammered up things, like gods

god, what a bottle full of spider webs that tributary of candycarnalized
unicornilized force inheres with

and, for a moment at least, forget "facts", like anxiety, fuck anxiety, it
only names something unicorn.like , or i mean, it names something that
exists its name but that does not exist as any part of existence beyond
that name and it is not only the rats who live out their whole lives inside
the burrow of daylight metaphors


every thing, for us, is wrapped up in style, the rendering of our
being-selves as amour, as 'loving' (don't ever investigate the origin of
that sentiment in company)

heard the sound of a wave that could drown the whole world

heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening

and it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a hard, it's a harrrrddd
rain's a' gonna fallllllllllllllllllllllll

get with it Life, reclaim your self "as" your its' self, ay?

not as some christianized licensed, islamic licensed, bhuto the millionth
other 'we trust in god' piles of shit licensed - - -

(detritus)

i no i no, it's is is a nice trip, good to feel selfed, and to feel your
selfed self favored by the intricate rote of some in.trick.ated super man,
but

by the godded gods,

x




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