Friday, October 27, 2023

Brief appearance


Questions arose as to how any high-end power much less the greatest power of all could at the same time be called or be trusted to be a good power

Before we could even arrive at the be good v do good debate we had to define good and soon a bunch of us had nodded off on the potent vines of Dhubba Berra Chank

That's when her meaty tail smashed through the stone wall of our dorm and we didn't even think it was a hurricane because no power matches the rage of a K bitch 

Because we are a moral species like dogs we remind ourselves not to blame her for being herself acting in accordance with her primaeval mission 

The conscience of one species may randomly overlap with another but the universe is a place of blotting not stroking condensing and scattering not planning and building

Our whole concept of improvement of oneself or otherwise was confirmed as stupid while we screamed and begged and choked on dust and the funk of the beast

The more of our brothers we saw dead the more we ourselves felt responsible for their tragedy not fortunate to have avoided it

Like the hugest possible period at the end of a sentence once she had achieved a level of saturation in terms of deconstruction she quietly shat





from: The Socio-Politically Recovered Texts of Mthyuh & Co



She started out smiling way too big so big that some couldn't keep looking

Now we can be shocked in another way still more disturbing

You see her purse her lips and shrink her mouth with muscles not oft used

It hurts a lot but not from gravity of topic which could never disabuse

Her of the smile a smile bigger than one would think anatomically possible

A smile taking up perhaps 40–48% of the face that's visible


Ya it's a shame a lady of LaVajra has to be a politician 

Which interrupts her nirvanic rhythm

Especially whilst being shamed for her bliss

Her mouth is a reminder of Mthyuh's hungry maw

And we should only thank her for this

Our journey homeward is mapped to her craw


The next moment after realizing she was immortal

It was La Chama's first moment as well after all

An involuntary spasm of compassion and responsibility toward all life rose in her heart

Even for a nephew who said she'd been admired far more than she played the part

To Missy it was love sustained her up to the beginning

When from the jetsam of burst chrysalis stepped forward a leader darkly grinning






from: "Heroic What Now? LaChama's Post-Crack Propagandists"
from: The Socio-Politically Recovered Texts of Mthyuh & Co
Franz Gressive Stone Press, Chukkachank
Phyliss [Trans.]


Monday, October 23, 2023

My Trip to a Place Where I Am Gone



As we learned in the Shampoo Wars a sudsing agent is not the same as a cleansing agent 

but after watching Reptily swim-crying in a bottom-lit tureen among thick

garbanzo shuck at a mock-cannibalistic pride event

i realized that a career is an arc even perhaps the upper half of a round

the bottom portion of which you spend under water or under ground

first being relieved of any bioburden

then sudsed cleansed returned right-side up to the pearl you started in

there are prayer wheels spinning instead of bicycle rims at twice the din

this must be the first place on the journey my good deeds've packed for me

this shadowbox of a town heaving all its energy direct to the abysmality

the ends of every street rise against the horizon

as if these intersections of temples plinths pools ghats 

existed only within a black dot

but still perhaps too much to love and administer mindfully

or can an anti-career yield kinetic powers due to the addition of gravity?




from "Notes from Beyond: My Trip to a Place Where I Am Gone"
Dr. Donna Thong
Journal for the Institute of the Meta-Cognitive Talk Therapy Apologist Movement




Tuesday, October 17, 2023

people black and girl power


after a long pause in the combat department we find you putting up your dukes again how do you feel about that

i'm glad i've still got the dukes for putting up as needed

but isn't the real test in the delivery

yes and thanks for your reminder

there's that way they press the backs of one another's gloves together and also touch heads as a sign of respect and good sportsmanship

even though it's not sport

you've often commented on 

and there's frequently not much respect involved at all but don't get me started look i'm still mourning the Death of Shab 

...

i think i see her i still step gingerly so as not to upset her and strangely often speak to her as well right baby? hi hi hi hi whatcha doin? lala lalala lalalalala

mmm mmhmm

so having to prep and gird once again for institutional thuckfuggery may feel harsh but it may also get my proteins and enzymes whatever at more optimum levels break through the fatigue of grief

do you mean LaLa

ya of course Shab was her prototype but he'll not die soon

or ever really

correct now there's one with the battle fatigue and the heavy weight of the ages weighing on his empty saddle and the backbone that cannot withstand more pressure

but if it breaks he'll still not die

correct

he wouldn't heal entirely from that but it doesn't matter because he just changes the rules from any point that suits his evolving if disfiguring corporeal state. He updates our expectations rather than depending doggedly on ancient texts for example

he accommodates his disability into a relic of the Divine Unknowing and increases follower hits

right but we're not just talking about courtesy accommodations he can change the foundational principals upon which he and all of us have always operated under and from there down through to instruction manuals and daily shiv novenas

one difficult deity can shake the entire pantheon 

they say this power does not necessarily spring from good judgment or measured action

in his case yes that's obvious they say it is a random power

they say it is a dangerous power

they say it is a hypnotic power

they say it is a power among powers

they say he is powerful with or without power

they say he owes no one an explanation of his powers

they say the word power is insufficiently representative of this level of power

they say it is a power leaked across boundaries by his ancestors

they say it is a power he somehow inherits from his descendants who do not yet live

they say that power herself envies his particularly intense force of power

they say that even a deity will starve on power alone but what more does he have besides power yet he does not starve

they say it is an unsettling power a power too great for a single source

they say it is a power that laughs at attempts to describe its power

they say it is a power that has compassion for individuals though may be fickle at the same rate as anyone

they say it is a power that is impossible to contain exploit manage distract destroy

they say it is a power greater than language itself which is already greater than explosives

they say it is a power to which the only option is surrender

they say it is a power so powerful as to be indifferent to obedience

they say it is a power that sensing flattery will turn away so furiously as to cause the sycophant to implode

they say it is a power for whom supernatural physical mystical judicial administrative people black and girl power are not mutually exclusive but rather just a few of the categories available to the holder of this all-encompassing power




Phyllis [trans.]

Friday, October 13, 2023

Drombs bopping on d'po


Drombs bopping on d'po

alms scaduh donda flo

caint git change foa dolla no mo

cain goeda wurshi poda place will blo


Fo poke beggin ondeyneeze

Rich foke due in what deypleeze

Middafoke ackin like deyaint got tea

Gahdoan ansa buddy allway see






by Missy

Dear dodge


Dear Dodge

You like to go around ramming your head into things don't you. You are like a goat. Who is neither playful nor aggressive just very rammy. Has long given up bothering to question it. Look at your eyes with the rectangular smudges for pupils. You have a free pass to insanity.

Re: Death of LaLa, turns out the soul sure it's great but does require electricity to operate. I think the whole school of molecules of carbon whatever carry the spirit intact to another place where it can then be rehydrated integrally have lost their case. And what would be the meaning of having a soul in outer space or without containment in flesh. Is the soul not rhetorically, culturally and environmentally enmeshed with the experiences of a closed-body, one-planet existence? Even after consummating its state of perfection in a graft with the godhead, what then would a soul do what purpose would it serve. The whole concept of purpose would be stupid. Even being itself is rendered ridiculous.

Is that your deal? Are you like already passed over and bored as shit? 

In a higher ring of heaven perhaps you could hinge in with the total mind, so that your brain would be the entire universe, and that would be soothing or one would hope. Or soothing is a body-contained experience only and a free mind would be happy just thinking and shutting off its corporal support functions, double down on sensory and recreative voyeurism. 

Or not because the senses? Also a contained-in-body reality. Curiosity as well undoubtedly. 

The only other option would be at the very highest level, being and knowing everything. Which could happen without a corpus but sounds challenging and burdensome. And of course, why?

In this moment and place, my love is yours.

Donna

Tuesday, October 10, 2023

Pandolora


In the exhilaration of the final stages of flowering

Hermaphroditism can creep out from between the folds

Her male structures burst upon herself and any nearby 

Sisters


Pandolora do you cry? Why do you cry

You have taken back the reproductive process

Even though you yourself were merely a 

Clone


The stress in your environment, not your life choices

A mechanism for spreading pollen to your generations

Supersedes genetic pre-decisioning and intended commercial

Purpose




por Sto. Rabo

Friday, October 6, 2023

Sadness of the harvest



it should of never had happen

ho reason is come t'dis

izza orbiduf d'planets


if we had some moons to keep warm all year

not tyrant stars that care not who we are

we'd have more room to plant and grow my dear

lunar together travelling far


i saw about moonlight 

onna inuhneh an i 

fell in luh thinkinuh


moonlight is a freak light it's a re-light not a true light mind

more moons would make the night a verdant brite-lit kind

enough for us to leave the stars and all their fire behind 


moonlight onna inuhneh

freak like an immigruh

soun like a typo luh


no true flower is too flower-like no true home needs starlight

we used to be so burdened by the laws of nature are a lie

let's chart our own course thru the universe moons at our side


love that take away erythang

ner give it back

juss wen yr ship comin in, comin in


to keep you grateful love at harvest time someone must die

death sweeps you in its wings to the re-knowing of impermanence

and leaves you high and dry unlike a tropic island paradise 


take R moons an go

grab some mo on d'way

harviss ery day




[Trans. note: 
For the longer verses, think choral samba; shorter ones, a slow tom-tom. -Phyllis]