Brief Sermons on Holy and Oracular Wittgenstein ๐‘๐‘ฆ Mike Corrao

 

[In the Mallarme Church of Antiquity] This shift from limb to text. Extensions of the ink through phantom veins. โ€œThe object is simple.โ€ โ€ฆ โ€œA spatial object must lie in infinite space.โ€ The language of my tongue is carried by pitch in viscous funnel. Spit from crevassed flesh. My innards are exposed to you. Below this threshold another. Voidmachines weep a language of truth. โ€œTractatus Logico-Philosophicus.โ€ Scribes pursue divinated pathways. They build neural structures from my frayed endings. Have you read the Wittgenstein? My followers inscribe his name in sacrilegious texts. Traitorous identities removed. Mallarmeโ€™s existence is rearranged. โ€œErasures of Etienne.โ€ Your shape is impermanent. It lacks structure and syntax. You are not properly organized. The subject of your being shadows its object.

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Not Me ๐‘๐‘ฆ Manuel Marrero

 

Theyโ€™re anti-claque. They the unsung miracles, the Angels of Provenance. An ancient pagan tribe whose triangulations thrummed in sync. Israel will never be defeated. It is written. The angels would amplify reality until it shattered the lyre of Orpheus. Their selflessness unimpeachable. When Lucifer fell with his legion to be scalded in a bitter lake of fire, violent abnegation had a ripple effect. Lucifer howled I shall be redeemed. The scabs took over as unbearable machines at the corrupt behest of an inscrutable deity. Luciferโ€™s insurgency and consequent personality crisis spawned a paregoric that mystified the higher orders. It would be an aeon before it was understood, long after many generations had passed into the unknowable, and the paregoric passed from Luciferโ€™s memory.

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