Day 582,099 to Day 585,959
"anniversary edition!"
Day 582,099 (MAY10 CVD01, 6:27 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind
I’d like to little else but this writing expresses not enough nothing is always full even when ellipsis………………….. see I can’t maintain the vigilance and one year of fighting the trumpflu by wirting through it hasn’t really dispatched the haunt in g of merica has it the Chicago asset provides us with this : “when 1-800 got junk comes to clear out our remains all our earthlies go with a shrug” GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND i don’t want to move i fear movement what kinetoptophobia it is yes i don’t want to move I might want to vibrate i might want but the fear of fear i don’t want i fear i don’t want fear i don’t want but to move i’d rather not move i’d shake and. tremor in place maybe maybe i’d slide over by the measurement of through a table on i am sliding by a steady vibration but i don’t want to be moved SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? what is it b oy ? trouble in the first edition I theres not enough time in the day for worry unless its an attribute of
your bodybeingalive I can only do so much we’ll pick up where we left off stay put i’ll be back tomorrow with or without you
Day 582,775 (MAY11 CVD01, 6:40 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind
Nothing happened. No I write that as the end of this movie not
Happily ever after or some tidy conclusion or the comeuppance of some tyrant no the quotidian movie we’re running really at the end
Nothing happens and why not you can’t unsee that now can you last years movie sucked this years ain’t looking much better GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND Sseee weee think everything has power and it doesn’t and it shouldn’t even stay of execution should go until found as the needlepoint of its suture in a stack of sand yes if I FIND it is artifact it is now more of value without becoming essential because then because then! we are CURIOUS butas now everythingmust ]y endure as essential and indisposable we are crowded as we crowd intoand of there and it endures and its preserved and no SOMETHING SOMETHING HAS TO BE FORGOTTEN HERE And and and wherever I turn here and you know this wherever EVER YOU tUrn in it is just not making sense of it just deadends into circles and 8 s of figures of eights through the same curve of devourment earned by snakes going all ouroboros upon themselves each in the sky of the child of dirt SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? Anyway what could I do as an artist or maybe what could I not do? I theres not enough time in the day for worry I can only do so much we’ll pick up where we left off stay put i’ll be back tomorrow with or without you
Day 583,558 (MAY12 CVD01, 6:21 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind
Slow across roll across schedule roll slowly in nerve in word across the nothing happened today nothing worth relating in terms of events but really why can’t nothing happen complete cessation of a pause a not going feet first forward too the fast junk of our addictland to something we need a fix im’ stuck between nothing and paying attention I want off the rounds once GROUND ISCLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND what one hand does the other finds what one hand works the other will find advantage of see what is IS FOR ALL there is no absolute one thing is working
for all the rest even evil is at the same is that the failure is shared because it is appropriate for both ends of the same candle
burn ing out through the polity twice detrimental and benefit
bereft of exclusive because you can’t undo one without undoing the other the same standard of disablement applies to all the tails hung there in their mouths so his as is also his democracy shouts of then this fascism and then that socialism you still have enough nails to go around SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? I theres not enough time in the day for worry I can only do so much we’ll pick up where we left off stay put i’ll be back tomorrow you won’t
Day 584,371 (MAY13 CVD01, 6:36 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind
They will lift the mask man date see masks defy identity they do not deny it and thus it ends as lessening of caution benefit of the doubt goes to those who won’t pay attention to the surface and slip into the welcome of contagion again is better I suppose had not better of a time right covid was sexy party time and some of them will miss that chance and sexy risk is sexy Russian roulette as is that an empty chamber being held to my head uh! But we won’t reach zero no we need to maintain the possibility of return to sexy covid times of variant position is It 69 or missionary doggy style sex disease but have you woken up on this day and realized realized after returning to normalcy how absolutely HOW ABSOLUTELY FUCKING BORING IT ALL IS
Yeah rethink that back track into thefar side of the loop turning a corner to return again…. GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND america was that an open to for interpretation like that see snap of the fingers (assume nothing assume nothing carries over assume that is begins and ends and returns yes but nothing carries over(
i see you them as but is it ?enemy some see enemies i see static mass plural stones in the flaw of american con struction a bitter gate to swing open for brace for torniquets you gonna bleed you gonna bleed out what blood let in it has given you race and homage to nation race of baits swimming in tires of the old gas fumes of the the old make a corpse run. entire out the door towards a beingslaved up and yawned oh i am not that whitman no i am not that bronzed of rebuke
SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? there it is for so many days your correspondent grows weary and hides un der a bed in GAZA waiting for the lob of missiles raining into the same time it happened twenty thrity years ago I theres not enough time in the day for worry I can only do so much we’ll pick up where we left off stay put i’ll be back tomorrow I don’t expect you to be there
Day 585,195 (MAY 14 CVD01, 5:59 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind
Well hello! I didn’t expect to see you here! Its about time you visited we’ve been open for like 6 months I think well its great you’re here what’s that? Oh we’re cleaning up I’ve depleted my stock yeah, we’re closing whats that? Better late than never? Well I guess you make yourself at home walk around no it wasn’t much just a bunch of scrims and shelves you know old words and bromides short shelf life on some of it some of em last forever though anyway look around what you see is all I’ve got left after this we’re shuttering up and calling it a day GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND not that swim before the broad naked shoulders no we is swimming out in the drown of consequences and Whitman is a cease his form receding under the water into it likeq a dissolve of matter as it is introduced as it is incorporated into the fluid and made firm in the flow of what is
incorporeal now and wheezing to the end an exhausted fumbling
stream crossed over intersected denied access to the
bodily construction of earth i mean ocean i mean all that awaits
on our borders no we are the shut down the muted ends of streams narrowed to the gravel we recede under america is not that stream is not that leaf of grass but a bitter green choke on fuel and dirt leveled brush and the stir of lawns rolling over the homes of their keepers yes we are in end times as we reach the scroll of credits and i say NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO ME NOTHING IS HAPPENING TO ME in a borrowed voice a whispered vowel intonation
make it worth the dirt! it is said it hurt it was said we buried in the in trade the trade in dirt what furrow what tun dra you left i know we are cold of tired tired verily weak at the knees we walkd upon thinking we were going to be reward for our bruise I wise the air with the dirt i freed
SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? I continue to sweep lock up when you’re finished okay I can only do so much we’ll pick up where we left off stay put i’ll be back tomorrow I don’t expect you to be there but if you are maybe you can help me move the heavy stuff
Day 585,651 (MAY 15th CVD01, 4:28 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind
Looks a little emptier doesn’t it I moved out most of the cabinets and display tables what words remain are drastically marked down
Anything that starts with q for the most part not that much demand
All sales are final no returns why because this place will have been vacated pardon our dust GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND no over there they are walking stride of knowing their
partition of the patriot the color of their approach a
bruise is gift in redwhiteblue webbing in the clot America nurture is by nation got a zwieback to suck on your gum ghostmouth that rattles nothing out but the glot that is not poly but the one voice in opiate
uniglot of the imperiled a fear of their own device they came back to that drained plot for the water they stole
from the future that never begins
in thuggery but well there you go you can’t beat the future into
arriving you can’t kick the present into submission
but we try but we try and them years then when. breathing was in and all the cool kids did it a great sigh of relief we could be un associated and uncondemned we had surgery we had our numbers
in pleasure and pleasure is like capitalism it can’t distinguish between good or bad it plays no favorites i knew a guy see he heard about Woodstock so he loaded his truck with cheap wine drove out
there and sold it to the hippies that’s how you make
money see any of those achievements maybe making
music into money through selling it as a cultural component
i just said component but even if it had meaning from
the royalists that seethed around the pools of
british progressive rock or the swinging dandies of
the san fransisco heights dancing willynilly in
candlestick length a fire of permitted unpermitted
dancing handle kings and queens on
yes that dance assumed romantic argue a coat hanger away from absorption I see red where there is none okay then
we had our permissions to act the romantic of fuck sex and the narrative of dominance and the breathing yes you could read
but you didn’t have to you’d find the letches preying on the
free love crowd you can’t make a distinction and everyone
profited from the rites equally SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP, SWEEP…NEXT WORD? I can only do so much we’ll pick up where we left off stay put i’ll be back tomorrow yep tomorrow is the last day this joint is open
Come back we’re going to close up with a bang it will be wild
Day 585,959 (MAY 15 CVD01, 5:28 pm CovST)
(enters Suddhipanthaka) sweep clean sweep clean the floor mind
harm to ongoing matter is always at harm and we go one to backwards and know only the deviant from deviance you know the guy
he waited out the stupor to slip an assault in not even none of them cared about shared principles and joint ownership as long as they be the fucking of they make their pinprick heard we couldn’t discriminate between the bad agents of aquarius as dionysus would wanted to because pleasure is as pleasure gets
even if in the runes of blood and battery it was the era of thorns and torniquets and it meant nothing it was the exception not the rule and the rule is far worse…. GROUND IS CLEAN BUT NOT THE MIND I started this May 15th 2020 ish with the first pandemic journals and self-published it to lulu https://www.lulu.com/spotlight/lunde
for what posterity I guess you’ll never read it but anyway I felt compelled to continue to journal throughout the pandemic and decided to post it to my long languishing web “site” https://dicksmites.wixsite.com/herenothere
Once a week I’d post it on Sundays. Is started this like October 14th I guess and well you didn’t read that either for posterity it seems again so now I’m going to print this into another lulu edition volume 2 and don’t worry I’m not expecting you to buy nor read it
March 16th is when Julie went into quarantine lockdown and then there was the stay at home order on march 25th and strangely my employer let me work from home until may 15ththe best time I ever had at work short of the time I spent a month hold up in a hotel in eau Claire Wisconsin they were productive times and I felt good then came the sad weapon of dreary I returned to after the stay at home order was lifted I returned to work and spent every fucking day in front of a game of Russian roulette playing out the canary in a coal mine scene for government workers no I didn’t start the journals when the pandemic started because I assumed it would decline and it didn’t because of the incredible cuntservative incompetence that contributed its peculiar brand of idiocy and accelerated the downward spiral that became the pandemic at it was at that point on may 14thish that I realized that this was wway way bigger than all of us and started the journals as everyday I dodged a virus gone ballistic in its bundle of fevers the trumpflu got ahead of us and stayed there
I’m n ot getting out cause things look promising no it’s a new era and
Virus is king a new era of contagion we aren’t out of the woods yet cause there won’t be any woods left a contagion assisted by our idiotic management of ourselves in our environment the earth don’t care so it isn’t going to refund us no we owe it because man we suck at living
I m not stopping because its all over and one plague may pass or be controlled while the other of tyranny and stupid and the tyranny of the imbecilic and the machinations of destruction remain in play I don’t want to see it through sure writers of better repute are gaining traction from this pandemic but I don’t and I don’t have to I did it for the clock it contrived the time the increments of intermittences we is hugh A consciousness disjunct, Being but this overblotted Series Of intermittences*. As this is May 16th 2021 it marks roughly a year and I’m done doing this.
I didn’t do this under the utterly idiotic notion that art heals because it doesn’t and shouldn’t and mostly doesn’t its an emptiness of place of being in place its part of the infection that makes the infection endurable. I’ll say it again:
poetry (if it is art) is truth put to the test like a proving ground a testing range you plug words into the holes and see if they arrive in the ssignature of truth maybe no I’d like to think so but but but there is no truth so there is no poetry to test it against
See its not like this is over the pandemic etc its going to continue in some shape or another but goddamn im getting’ out while the getting’ is good what are you still doing here the warehouse is empty last one out of trumpfluville turn our the lights adios suckers
"I was And I no more exist; Here drifted An hedonist"*
*Ezra Pound: Hugh Selwyn Mauberley
Suddhipanthaka said "The ground is clean, but is my mind-ground clean?" Thereupon he attained enlightenment.
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