Michael Mc Aloran
Echo/None by Micheal Mc Aloran further explores how the original imprint is dislocation & homeless. there is actually no nothing, there is no void or vacancy and absence is something that might have mattered, but somewhere else. there is no nothing to hypostasize & it does not noth, & everything is here all the time, often smelling funny, though you might not want it to be.
apart from the failure of the eye and sensibility, the book records the emptiness of speech. because meaning is broken by nature, it does not attempt to simulate a world created like a stage set to record the author's lunatic contribution to the pitiful attempts people feel obliged to make to sustain the stifling illusion of normality that the modern system, the system of modernity, demands.
i do not speak of social injustice and the inanities of fundamentally conservative identity politics, since these are completely insignificant compared with the basic & archaic truth that we are all always already completely fucked.
if no collapse bile vomit of dead hence elective breathe insertion of expels worthless distance opiate in in of lack traces never of/ a head/ a body yes/ dream-lack forgotten breakage dense as tears illumined sky of upturned eye’s resolve strip-skin all breath’s denude cut close to restless skull exigency dark what dark in/ collects dried bones from fit of origin escapade no life in them appearing as shadows nothing claimed struck out spat out/ fucked fallen breakage dense regard non-sense of gilded tumour lights brittle as disregard obsolete in final what/ death word/
there is very little to be said in favor of a world where we are obliged to be only apparently aware of it, when it is designed by others & words were obviously invented by degenerate idiots.
the seeming continuity of linguistic conceptualization is a shallow lie to hide the psychotic break, the point where the real creeps in & leaves its traces.
words bled out as of slaughtered wombage catascope regard of desert nocturne churn of obscene disregard all laughter’s return/ spoke yes or no has it/ dreamed of nullity yes/ nullity in which given sacrifice of all else/ un-sky/ clarify dense as shit reek of unbound bones dust of entrails shadow preface forgotten asking in present sheen/
this book is well worth reading, & it may be purchased from Oneiros Books at this link.