Department of Linguistic Records

return to index

 Document of the Manifest(o): Materia....

bygreatskullzero.  

Noumena Profundis....
We live in the original
demiurge.... And
creation is not over... IT
IS ON-GOING... And
from these three
dimensions infinity is
borne unto us.... on the
wings of mathematics...
poured into our
eye-sockets from
vomited from our
philosophic body... for
we are the
homunculous... the
physiologue.... the
philosophy which
precedes philosophy...
the golem.... the
lode-stone's humm....
the fine thing which
galloped wild on the
open plains.... Behold
the Schitzodirt.... the
fractual being..... the
composite eye of the
noumena... De Noumena
Profundis....
Instument/filter of
Cogitatio Universalis....
The endless
star-speach.... the ghost
inside the jewel.... the
meat-apocalypse....lux
communitas reborn in
animal vestiture
star-song hiding under
mountains of fur..... gone
to bed..... dreaming
here.... exchanging...
cambiocorpus;
refinata......
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    self-renewing Umwelt of
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        the consumed
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        semiosphere...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       biosemionaut......
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     diaspora-spore In the
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    final scene of Cymbeline
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        the soothsayer
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    (Philharmonus) reads a
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     prophecy: "When as a
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      lion's whelp shall, to
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       himself unknown,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     without seeking find,
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     and be embraced by a
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    piece of tender air; and
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      when from a stately
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     cedar shall be lopped
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     branches, which being
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     dead many years, shall
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     after revive, be jointed
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      to the old stock, and
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    freshly grow, then shall
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Posthumous [Leonatus]
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    end his miseries, Britain
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    be fortunate and flourish
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     in peace and plenty......
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Laud we the gods... from
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    our bless'd altars This is
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     the promise of earth to
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    its children..... that all is
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      puzzle-like...a puzzle
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     solv'd by scattering its
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     pieces to the wind... a
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    prophecy of medicine....
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    of one race used to heal
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    another.... of all animals
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     and plants brother and
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     sister.... of language at
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       the core of human
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     mystery.... reading the
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      secret words of the
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      plants.... seeing the
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     unfolded song-wish of
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        the ocean.... of
                                                                                                                                                                                                                        being-being...
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    reordered... speachless
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    as a pomegranite.... It is
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       any promise one
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    wishes.. it is the promise
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     of language.... to join
                                                                                                                                                                                                                      together all ancient
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     knowledge which had
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     been laid asunder by
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       word and deed....
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Language is the final
                                                                                                                                                                                                                     rhizome into which we
                                                                                                                                                                                                                       disappear.... the
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    dreaming ouro-burrow of
sky...
erythrogrammasphere....
The piece of tender air
which weaves dead
branches into new life.....
The science of
Philharmonus..... The
Philosopher's Stone.....
the harmonic
singularity..... the neue
bindu..... the
semioblastula..... the
inverted Babel.... by
which all men were
joined in organ and in
speach.... and made
whole.... as in a fire..... a
great conflagration......
A solar becoming...... a
paradoxical series....
subjunctive primordia!