House of health

Discover and recover: an organic epopee.

The hands – once connected to the glaives; now left uncertain of any destiny, scattering semen over the virgin landscape – devoided of any aims, lifted to something once called Moon but now covered with oblivion and concrete, not signing anymore but singing a story of substitution and inverse.

They, the devots, used to know blasphemy, regicide, fratricide, revenge, all ordeals conducted throug every means to the tragical end of both elimination and realisation of sorcelleries – in this win-win rituals wich realized all prophecies, Eyes, Mouths, Hands, disconnected from the parteners and crimes, no longer attributed to a body but to an event of joyfull dismembering, joined the unsteady society of stars and spirits, the filliation of vibrant and iridiscent fluids, communities of Theirs, communities of Ours, always cast off from some molecular planets shaken up under some blinded satellites, painfully enlighted – yet once they encountered the Known, as litteraly, under Stood and beheld the collapsing of the speakable, under orgasmic suns devouring lights and globes.

Now – is it a prophecy - the eternal Light and capital citizens of mother-tongues-of-fire. The questions as armours to an all-encompassing Eye, chocking all limits to the final breath with its burned retina. The pleasure is: I leave. Hear-through melodies and see-through walls of talkative layers of organic interiorities, covering eye with hands, mouth with hands, eating up the unseen in form of eternal craving – the self, in the silent murder of multiple star-organ sacrifices, was, for a Now, born, on that endless desert of mirages.

(the unconceivable pain – the one which pushed La Mettrie to conceive a model of body machinerie, a matter-resistance, and a logic of shocks, after participating to a convulsive circle in Saint-Malo in 17 ??. This compilation of thresholds of pains through which the body can maintain a decent organic work after being peircred, destroyed, deconstrcured, reconstructed while be defragmented – this in action, settles immanently the machines that brings vision of all-might. This is the true upside-down transcendency, the one that upset the symbolical territory to show that even heaven is a pure product of a body torn to its extremities – the body is from other matter than a demonstrative flesh that once was and eternaly is – this is the body of christ you eat endlessly-, it’s a monstration of displacements, of a being deconstructed, not once and for all, but each time reaching its differences in conquesting the thresholds, piercing them, leaving traces of fire and iron in action on the surface of a recycling skin)

What does it mean the earth is no longer the center of the universe, the I suddenly has an Ego, the History has a posteriority - an all-of-a-sudden appears and the mind is contaminated with a an UndfiniedTerrestrialObject that re-roots it in a brand new ground, and becomes its state. Moses as paranoia. Fixation as crucifixtion. The eye castrated – the hand is a prevention, and the mouth back to ease regurgitates the amnotic liquid in which is cleansed the artifical sin of soul-like souls. «Shun the non-believers» in whom no bodies believe anymore, but are somehow forced to buy, as an oasis of sens, a vehicle tracing the same fall in the downpoor.

Violence is always a viol. A self penetrates the territory, drawing a cellular horizon to the delusional infinite of the sea. When the eye is no longer able to enjoy the capital gain of cruelty, it takes the minimum wage of ubiquituous surveillance – which starts and ends as reflection of a Self, detention of the self being mine – From there you shall live with your unknow-own, entering bodies with its impossible and crystalizing quest of Discovering-who-is-Be, settling for eternity in a mind state of perputal viol, strangeness folding unto an abstract, cheap barocco self, shrouded on the chasms as a new topos for skins.

(When they whipped themselves – one experiences the limits of empathy as a universal participation to a unique nervuous systema, our positive way to under-stand one ground- the resistence required to face the experience (be in it and not cover one eye or leave) imitates the resistence and wisedom needed to overcome pain, it mimics from a distance. Then, the history of humans in copresence is no longer a mysterious dialectic of interiority and extority which always ends up in Believing, and being forced to believe in Other’s self and interiority if i want mine to exist in the war of Watchmen and limits– the huge hurricane with an Eye of constant solipsism vanishes, reforms and re-vanishes, producing an empathy of the eternal repetition of an impossible link under the ground of skin, convulsivly connected to those sudden collapsing into the void. The nervous system shakes gratuitously, tremours are its absurd rules – and everyone risks both the collapse of the nerves and the autistic expression of their impulses, Apocalypse and Ascension, as two poles of one circular lonesome, repeating itself again and again, forming and deforming the hauting catastrophes of empathy and the shredding veils of the selves .)

I am to the house of health – never back to it. For the original Denial of any origin set me in. Health is no medium. A Self-estimation of Zero to which the rituals purely recycle. The whipped skin, the bone sew by a ghost and destructured, the scents of spirits leaving One to the Multiple incarnating in a flesh. As the surface debases, the vital elements of descen- and asen-dents flooding up with their scents, and the silence playing deafening volumes of Air, embraces the revulsed beauty of the Eye and the renewed cruelty of the Hands – welcome distant children to the agony of symboles and the awaited murder of that ever-lasting self. Mourn the empathy, at the cemetery of spirits and ever-recovering flesh, in the whipping repetition of the instants.