out of the vortex

i have to say:
it happened. it finally happened, just not yesterday.
it happened a long time ago, for a quantity of reasons, and i'll pick up a couple just to be clear:

a) there was no vortex to begin with. i was crushed beneath a memeplex put in place by armies of smaller memeplexes and it all got too complicated to understand, up until one day i deceived myself into thinking i was performing exorcism to endodemons, until a brisk change in the room temperature made me realize that i was sliding, tripping over the ghost of a banana peel just to make sure that i could fully savour the impact with the ground when its time was due. i thought i had to change the title again: changing the title would have implied changing about everything else. because of that butterfly in kyoto, remember?

b) there was a vortex and i was nowhere inside it. rather than, i was all around it, all over, a carbon based cage or train wagon carrying unwilling organs in the dark. i saw the movie, so to speak, wore the tshirt: and it kept on thumping and thumping without a single care in the world. you all might have different names for it but i haven't and so i'm forced to go on carelessly with my biz using the little undernought available.
it will keep thumping anyway.
and if you attune your ears and guts you might even learn to dance to its beat.

the package arrived just as i was writing this, and there was cassius new record playing, a fresh jumpy break after a thick hour of deathprod and philip jeck droning loops. Laura flapped through the first pages of programming the universe and accelerando as i hunchbacked against the monitor, a splatted tarantula spider all over the keyboard frantically typing against too little time left. but there was no war, never has been: just a remake of pindar's epinikias for youngsters with no sensible attention span to begin with.

when in doubt, just dump any concept in sight. they'll tell you that you need a password, they won't let you through without that: you just smile, pretend that you know it and you'll eventually come through clusters of minutes you would have rather left unexperienced. they will be around giggling in every conceivable corner cos after all it's really just a game we are playing, isn't it?
they will care enough to remind you that this is not an example. this is not a drill.

and yesterday we had new concepts spilling through, but luckily none of them is going to cause further harm: and even the most complex treatise on zen archery might be reduced to a couple of muttered lines; and then there's the new shining fact about gestures being thoughts: and you just have to avoid blocking down its streaming and you'll see.

you have to know.
sawdust clogs lungs worst than ashes and smoke.
that was why i was singing the blues.