Tuesday Attention Cynical Objects
6/10/2025 "A subject at one level becomes an object on the next"
What you see as important
Con/Jur/d doodles -- 6/10/2025
The consuming wave
WASHES us
HERE THERE
where we land, no BODY
knows, they’ve hacked our ATTENTION
easy to do, at the first sign of rebellion
standing up for the ability to choose how
we live, THEY started the war on drugs
NOW they're on to thought crimes
bodily independence felonies
THEY want you to declare identity
citizenship, put signs on your lawn
WORRY. WORRY. WORRY!!!
ARE YOU a server? HAVE YOU BEEN
in SERVICE? What's this gap in your RESUME?
How did you pay for your imported tomatoes?
Sure we understand Lithuanian produce is cheaper
NO MONEY and BILLIONAIRE doesn't care how cheap things are!!!
Can we have your ID and PHONE number? No one pays attention to email anymore, so they are buying
less. Too expensive? Surely interest rates are low enough for you to be successful for a little while, and we've made it easier to automate your income
AUTOMATIC
First the work work gamble kind and then if you fail
THE BANG BANG BANGS kind, but since you look to be
a self-starter, an all American do it yourself martyr
Then the extra BANGS are superfluous, after all your an American and we didn't want to waste our expensive bullets on locals.
No, sorry I doubt you'll be on the news, sometime like you with all the privilege and the gosh darn advantages you've been given, it wouldn't be right to spoil the good times, good good uh
GOOD GOOD
TI
ME
S
Click, click welLL, WELL THAT’S BETTER!
we've lost your ATTENTION, so for one low
monthly fee, you can be retrained to apply it
to productiveserviceproductserve, A DISCOUNT
for veterans
ARE YOU SURE?
How about the extended warranty?
ARE YOU SURE?
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A Good Teacher Points To Their Life and in this, YOU see YOU; THE ROOM Con/Jur/d , 6/1/2025 Part 1. Edith Bow of Ether Dreams: omen, tasteless, dissolved Indeed, ether is tasteless in our experience although, THE ROOM takes on a petrochemical, FLUSH a previously unknown flammability an omen of the way your thoughts will achieve a heretofore unknown, liquidity an implied the fascia of reality to AETHER the slippery between muscle and sinew lasting, only so long we remember the experience as ‘just-on-the-edge of being dissolved’ or PUT THAT GODDAMNED JOINT OUT BEFORE WE d. EXPLODE!!! Part 2. Sean Thomas McDonnell: tonsil, cutty, duality The last time we were in THE ROOM the room in, which less than two years later he would fail the SIGN OF LIFE room check we had not heard the word ‘CUTTY’ in CONTEXT already moved, and despite the way we pretend, at this age things go by, we’d just learned how here, to indicate economic disadvantage and to justify over policing, and casual racism SHADY couldbe be used, and when you died and we remembered all the times, THE ROOM had opened around us, TIMELESS & empty and knew just knew questions, considerations of LIVE/DEAD were meaningless there, which is here SO HARD TO REMEMBER then/and now, back in DUALITY knowing you are gone from this LIFELINE, WE can feel a guttural ugly sob, threatening to shake our TONSIL-SCARS never quite escaping (in THE ROOM, with so many others, coming, going or just gone, We cream, laugh, SOB and MOVE) on Part 3. wrongdimension: bitchfest, decimation, mansplain Where the EVOLUTIONISTS get THE ROOM wrong, he says, it’s more of a football than an everrising chart with MAN or whatcomesafter a COLUMNAR COLOSSUS at one end, and the big bang BITCHFEST at the other, NO, it's outside of time and the reason we have such a hard time hearing each other is because the BANG STILL HAPPENING she smiles, points her index finger at his head COCKS HER THUMB, yells BANG can’t hear you over the MANSPLAINING BANG BANG BANG he jerks his body falls down, as if DEAD she sees honest pain just behind the painful playing, THE MASK has slipped HA, she gentles -- puts her pointer to his temple ONLY worry about decimation, if you know NOT THINK, but know what you are losing… HA, he says HA, she says, and then BANG! PART 4: Keith Long of LOSER’S FICTION: anthropophage, cucurbitaceous, homunculus He told me WHEN we first met, about the CURSE war, with the ANTHROPOPHAGE MAGE who had used his accumulated wealth to buy Hitler’s KNIFE and FORK, from the bunker where in THE ROOM, he’d apparently EATEN her, before shooting himself, some sort of RITE UNSPEAKABLE although, at the time we didn’t believe in curses tho that would change due to the events, UN- FOLDED and said, “Glad you were on the right side of it” and he described how he’d drawn a cartoon of his antagonist as a demon on the toilet CUCURBITACEOUS horns, with a pained HOMUNCULUS gaze, staring, unable to IDENTIFY, PIN DOWN the source of his indigestion, could it be the Cannibal Role Play? he laughed, It's why I won he said he laughed, It's why I won PART 5. Drew Valdez of MEAT SANDWICH: transfiguration, windmill, fetid we’ve been told on good authority THE WORLD’S ON FIRE and before, we say something banal dismissive, ignorable, like IT’s ALWAYS oN FIRE let’s tell a Teacher in passing said he’d been working with a wishing jewel, for many a long many ah ah ah long-long-long YEARS and rather than ask, WHAT? ,we took it into ourselves, PLUNGED it into the FETID compost, reached in and WINDMILL, like stirred, the ANCIENT spiritual practice, commonly called SHIT STIRRING, and emerged with not a diamond a ROCK, DO ITV WITH ME KNOW hold this stone, tight. FEEL it’s rough smooth topography, who does it serve, what does it do? what forces created it? YOU DID and it serves you; NOW, look around and THINK, why did I wish this? Why are these things happening to me right now? RIGHT HERE what are these stories? Why am I telling them? repeat at will. NOT to escape, deny, push away RESPONSIBILITY TAKE FULL RESPONSIBILITY FOR ALL OF IT WHY would I wish these swans rising, making an UNBELIEVABLE racket, GREAT WINGS BEATING? WHY WOULD I WISH FOR THESE HEALTH CHALLENGES? SURROUNDED BY MURDERERS, THUGS, CONFIDENCE TRICKSTERS ??? WHAT AM I AFRAID OF LOSING? LOOK how powerful this WISHING STONE Much better than 3, every moment an ORACULAR RISING, a DIVINATORY FALLING, a STREAM of CONSCIOUSNESS WITHOUT EDITS, EDGES continuous. Part 6 Zivah Avraham of Poetic License: knot, escapement, unkempt Does the repetition of truth, negate, as in a double negative? we were asked, and unable to answer directly, unable to answer SIMPLY Here is how we replied Once asked about his unnecessary numbering of things Ken Wilbur, was rumored to have said, I’m doing my best to explicate the prison cell in which we abide WE, however, disagree, THE ROOM is more KNOT, more bramble, more an entangling vine (as the koan masters say) than prison cell, all our thoughts, like blackberry and grape VINE CITIES, UNKEMPT playgrounds which as young humans, we climbed, we fell from, we caught poison ivy from, we watched a friend BREAK THRU HEAD FIRST, onto a rock 15 feet below and jump up DANCING UNBOUND by the watch’s ESCAPEMENTS we were free from our MECHANIZED UNIVERSE unknowing batologists, studying the prick of raspberry the thorn of wild roses, later we would forget the sweet sour stains of berry juice, on cloth on skin, the hash marks of scrape, the raised bumps intermittent blood, of the only harmless, gormless BATTLES later, they would wipe our memories of being UNBOUND, by the repetition of lie/lie/LIES ‘til they became the truth NOW, we’ve become unwitting battologists endlessly repeating, repeating endlessly OBFUSCATED, OCCULTED TRUTH/TRUTH Part 7 of A Good Teacher Points To Their Life and in this, YOU see You; THE ROOM, FROM Edith Bow’s SoC HOP WORDS decanted by Edward Marlo Ruiz of Pine Box Readings & poetatowritingcollective: pepper, lighter, guard Don’t pretend to know what happened, don’t let your PARENTS fear infest the miracle of your story, your cosmos, which exists THIS once and only for you doesn’t need inherited ignorance to besmirch your carefully constructed WORLD, suspended here among 8 BILLION +stars you’d heard he/she was a trickster, but otherwise no communication would happen, you’d heard she/he would give you exactly what you asked for, and SOMETIMES if you were honest about ‘just passing’ thru this life entering through one door, crossing THE ROOM and exiting through the other, THEY would give you, what you needed while passing through AND you asked a friend of a friend who saw your desperation, who referred you to a Padrino, who referred you to a Manbo Who looked at what your eyes said you wanted and took you behind the curtain and over tea told you of Legba and Eshu and Elegua and Elegbara what to do and what not to then off to the crossroads, behind the racetrack MIDNIGHT, and you let your GUARD down, despite the rustle in the bramble, the hoot in the tree, and The CREEK/CREEK sounding like footsteps, outside your childhood bedroom door a CREEK/CREEK when they were sneaky so he would come, would know how desperate you were, and you left A LONG RED HOT PEPPER, the biggest cigar you could find and a LIGHTER, a bottle of rum and, a Saint Anthony candle, stuck in the mud so it wouldn’t explode FLAME FLICKERS and you asked and you asked and you asked and watched the shadows move, until the one under the CLASSIFICATION: NIGHT TREE seemed to nod in agreement despite the adventure -- you fell fast asleep when you got home and the NEXT DAY, nothing CHANGED nor the day after, or after or after until a vague disappointment settled in, and later, and later yet it was forgotten SO WHY, you ask, ARE YOU BRINGING IT UP NOW? and we wanted to remind you this is a sort of anniversary dividable by 3, we’re sure if you care to remember and YOU’VE GOTTEN everything you wanted, everything that seemed impossible then and we’re here to REMIND YOU, to say THANK YOU For EVERY DEAL YOU’VE MADE this is what the gods, spirits, ancestors of this particular MANIFESTATION (if they’re ‘real’) want from you, an occasional and HEARTFELT appreciation. Part 8 of A Good Teacher Points To Their Life and in this, YOU see YOU; THE ROOM, The words by ZANI D of ENTROPIC ABSURDITY and TESTING THE WATERS OF THE BEGINNING OF THE END -- THE WORDS : psionic, Ligottian Conspiracy, plainchant as a Haibun on 6/6/2025 by Con/Jur/d LIGOTTIAN CONSPIRACY, indeed! We mutter, metaphorically slamming doors, kicking the overlooked detritus making up the backdrop to our mindfully disorganized filing system, where alphabetical, color coded Dewey Decimal has no meaning, only strata, hoarder flows, the state of watering on our few plants and a geobiological threading of half remembered pasts and partially discarded futures indicate where anything is. If this were to happen all at once, we would be recognized for the PSIONIC geniuses we are, building up to a cronenbergian head explosion in ‘real’ time, slowly, like Tai Chi where the faster the move the slower the practice -- at this rate we think it will be only a nanosecond push to begin the apocalypse-chain because it has taken YEARS and YEARS to become this disorganized indeed we see it as PLAINCHANT notation, semiotic instructions on how to build bridges of sound between occluded ideas on far distant shores, indicators of harmonies arising and echoing, a vibrational blending of unadorned ideas mixing/matching -- TRANSCENDING Which, we believe, is why we are so annoyed by the inclusion of Ligotti and the mismatch of the TRUE DETECTIVE chatter -- the old anti-natalist causes a false note in our elaborate laboratory, our chamber of looped ideas, THE ROOM in which we sing -- not that we don’t enjoy him and his VISIONS, but afterward, we’d like his tribe in the next valley constructing their unholy mountains, while we gather around a campfire and kumbaya down THE MOON. (AFTER decolonizing the christ out of it, of course, don’t need the African rhythms misappropriated by YHVH cult spoiling a good time) THE MOON above fire night creatures sing summer night dark is for us all PART 9. Pablo Báez of Chrome Hearse Expressas a Harrison Ghazal: words: sodden, spellbound, jawn Sometimes, we push our glasses to the TOP of our head and spend a little too much time looking for them around THE ROOM, in love with the blur That’s JAWN, you say, and I’m like Don’t toss that Philly slang around me like minute beefsteaks, cheese mushroom, onions, spinach and hot peppers JAWN! JAWN! Idiot! Creating an overloaded SODDEN gross cheesesteak, too JAWN wet -- and your foodism reeks of cheap cultural culinary dismissal What do we know? Appropriation committees, been stealing our traditions for years -- chicken wings' were worker food and new to Buffalo when we ate ‘em How old are you? HOW OLD DO YOU FEEL, we’re SPELLBOUND by our AGES, we know this glamour won’t last, wait ‘til it ends and enjoywhatyoucan NOW. Part 10 of A Good Teacher Points To Their Life and in this, YOU see You; THE ROOM The words BY Emil Ottoman of BURNT OFFERINGS & so much more: Xenoglossy, gyokusai, shakedown street You think xenoglossy is supernatural? Nah, its just fun. we all do it, use a language we didn’t learn, it rides on top of, underneath everything you say, the parasitic broadcast of values, assumptions, it takes an exercise like a stream of consciousness, limits like 3 unchosen words, to begin to hear, see feel there edges Who is it that writes this? If you believe this is a learned language, you understand nothing about language, other than as a mouthpiece for a cultural egregore, who uses like a ventriloquist dummy, repeating REPEATING repetitions of an undigested, unlearned foreign language NOT YOUR OWN -- It is less surprising when this UNCONSCIOUS BEAST uses vocalizations, angelic, demonic ALIEN, YOUR INATTENTION Has made you ripe, has made you suspectible to a sort of gyokusai, breaking apart as one SHATTERS a jewel a mass suicide, a banzai charge for someone else's battle someone else’s dreams, someone else’s profit TIRED OF LIVING ON SHAKEDOWN STREET? GET A NEW ROOM! WANT TO BREAK the long pointed straw, the proboscis of privilege? try silence, try rebuilding a relationship with your spirit, your DAEMON, the one who uses YOU to clearly and intentionally COMMUNICATE YOU AND NO OTHER.
AND the MGMT of THE ROOM
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 6/10/2025
FUCKING HELL.
lost for words... you took them all.
Dope!
The jawn’s funny tho’, the way you used it lol