Dead Words Con/Jur/d, 8/15/2025 We don't know if we survived the end of words we can't explain what remains Although, if you are honest, when you emerged the first time what was true then, STILL IS everything was crafted by how you called milk, “piens” because your MOTHER and MAAT the LATVIANS, said (HOW) it was said Even now if you heard “Es tevi mīlu.” a different world, OPENS, the Latvian speakers in your life are LONG DEAD and since you believe in have faith in colloquial words like TIME and temporality, with their attendant linear associations, they’ll remain dead, lost behind labels and names and stories, which arrived and stuck to a ‘ONCE UPON’ with its implications of another possible TIME, a TIMELESS pond, and a dead branch for ONCE to float upon, and ONCE, (SHHTICK) you remember, how the ANCIENT EGYPTIAN rather, A scholar of Ancient Egypt heard you calling your grandparents, from the Latvian Trunk DIDI and MAAT and he asked your parents what other EGYPTIAN SCHOLARS the family knew, since those were OLD words for OLD MAN and OLD WOMAN and startled they told, you'd made these names UP as you were transiting from BABEL to coherence and how THIS random utterance, this deluded CRYPTO AMNESIA led your mother to read a few NEW AGE texts, hoping a new language would explain where the prequel fascism of LUTHERANISM failed. and to understand you need the historical context of how GERMANS could be CRUEL could be KIND and their cultural centrality to our current tech revolutions, and how we hide our humanity under mummified labels how these UNDEAD not LIVING words, gather compact, create a MASS a DUFF with lines of resin, which can IGNITE burn you to the ground because of imposed preferences of language, hidden stories words. SNAP BITE BREAK or as the ZOMBIES say EAT YOUR BRAINS You remember the EGYPTIAN SCHOLAR gave you kids book on RA and RA 2 maybe, here is where you discovered your love of sailing YOU did discover the word KA meaning energy, soul, breath whatever your 6-year-old self wanted it to mean, and how you chanted through the fields, by the accidental pond KA. KA. KA maybe, here is where you discovered your love of corvids THE CHANT (RAVENS CIRCLE) disrupted the bothersome bullying AMERICAN THINK TALK the WORKER in TRAINING miasma of american teaching we were all subjected to back then, (at least - the DREAM was still alive, although being tortured in a Vietnamese bamboo grove as if once, in DALLAS wasn’t enough, THEY needed to make sure the DREAM was dead, given a certain corpse weightiness, whose physicality would confound generations by a materiality devoid of substance a toxic substrate upon which ANYTHING could be called FREEDOM) just because, you preferred the MOTHER TONGUE to the FATHER’S TONGUE with its MOUTH WASHING PURITAN POISON And. KA KA KA would make you light (as a feather) make you wordless (as a board from the BIG OAK tree) And although these were Dead Words YOU would remember you were the DEER the FROG the BIRD not just the TREE but the ROOT the BRANCH the TWIG and the LEAF green, yellowing, RED/BROWN now, FALLING FALLING landing, composting, becoming DUFF and, then SEED/SPROUT UP and UP GROWING GROWING until, just like this YOU OPEN YOUR EYES/EARS right here, where we build a life from what remains.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 8/15/2025
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