Field theory of the senses. autotheory: noumenology of psychosis, chronesthesia as pre-diagnostic association prose, poetry

Anecrotic ideation and perception.Not too bad for the [pre emptive text poet]first | manifold | love | next | delay | trophe | heads | moment | reverence for the moment (nones and unnones) Continue reading
I saw a long term friend on a dating app who I see maybe once every five years. I said “like” because I lost her details. She just liked me back. “How have you been all this time?” The red… Continue reading
I guess thisll be a informal pop philosophy storytelling thing Some poets use the notion of sonder/umwelt regards the worlds of other persons, people, animals, non organic “life” and maybe abstractions and ideas. Consolation of eidos and the imperfect cognate… Continue reading
AR: It’s probably a stockmarket report that actually relates to the general economy. I like your imagination. Maybe its the virus of the hallucinatory cartoonic as a drifting phyla of k-tactics, as catalyst for an acceleration. The only thing I… Continue reading
Before I went into hospital I had no money and I was trying to use a sim card I had to jerry rig an Internet tunnel to any wifi signal. Again I used that hopeless voodoo html thing and I… Continue reading
Ok you got me. I am indeed a postmodern neocultural Marxist. Or a Baudrillardian spongiform encephalon hacker warned-about maoist insurgent in phase floating motionally between multipoint contrarian romanticism, genial bedroom nanoclimates in broken envelopement with emergent positive neither denying horror… Continue reading
Thank you to Jesse, and the common things uttered around many of us Sitting on the balcony in a state of fairly guttural melancholy and physically burning and I’m thinking where’s the connect to cool and wondrous habitat. “I wish… Continue reading
When there’s a metaphorical gun to one’s head one becomes metaphorically, a soldier. The distancing of metaphoricity is a poet’s rationality. It’s both entering the whirlwind of a poetic process, the consistent linearity of a poetic process; and not entering… Continue reading
There’s a movie I like that some critics say is fodder for the pompous but those critics are usually white people who cut tall poppies with such vertically sublime modesty. In the film the poetic is intense and imbued with… Continue reading
Of course I can be caught unawares but I’m usually the closest one to me At this level of medico-legal bunfights the next person who says “what research do you have from Google or Wikipedia” gets an “unstoppable force” in… Continue reading