
I know where poetry comes from
ਊਟ-ਪਟੱਪੇ
ਤੇਰੀ ਚੂਚੀ 'ਤੇ ਦਦਰੀ ਪੈਵੇ*1/ ਬਿੱਲੀਆਂ ਦਾ ਚੈਵਾ*2 ਕਰਦੀ।
ਫਿਰੇਂ ਬੰਨ ਕੇ ਚਾਦਰਾ ਮੇਰਾ/ ਮੈਨੂੰ ਨੰਗ-ਸਾਧ ਦਸਦੀ।*3
ਤੇਰਾ ਵੇਖਣ ਲੋਕੀ ਪਿਛਵਾੜਾ/ ਮੇਰਾ ਸਾਰੇ ਨੰਗ ਵੇਖਦੇ।*4
ਬਹੁਤਾ ਰੱਖਦੀ ਦਿਲਾਂ ਚ ਭਰਮਾਰਾ*5/ ਨਿੱਕਾ-ਨਿੱਕਾ ਯਾਦ ਰਖਦੀ।
ਉੱਤੇ ਚੜ੍ਹਦੀ ਤਾਂ ਕੱਢਦੀ ਸਿਹਾੜਾ / ਹੇਠਾਂ ਨਿੱਕਾ-ਨਿੱਕਾ ਬੋਲਦੀ।*6
ਰੱਖਾਂ ਜੀਭ 'ਤੇ ਜ਼ਬਾਨ ਤੇਰੀ ਕੌੜੀ / ਜੀਭ (ਮੂੰਹ ਦਾ?) ਦਾ ਸਵਾਦ ਫਿੱਕੜਾ।
ਤੇਰੀ ਚੂਚੀ 'ਤੇ ਦਦਰੀ ਪੈਵੇ : ਚੂਚੀ 'ਤੇ ਪਿਆਰ ਨਾਲ਼ ਵੱਢੀ ਦੰਦੀ
ਚਾਹ ਤੋਂ : ਚਾਅ ਕਰਨਾ / ਚਾਹਿਬਾ / ਚਾਹੀਦਾ / ਚਾਹਤ/ ਚਾਹਨਾ ਕਰਨੀ /ਚਾਈਦਾ/ ਚਾਵਾ / ਦਿਹਾਤੀ register- ਚੈਵਾ / ਚਾਹੀਏ
ਚਾਦਰਾ: Blanket / ਪਰਦਾ / to remember the other person privately
Just a fact.
ਭਰਮਾਰਾ: ਭਰਮ / ਭਰਮਾਵਾ / ਦਿਹਾਤੀ register- ਭਰਮਾਰਾ
ਬੰਦੇ 'ਪਰ ਚੜ੍ਹ ਕਰ ਘਸੀਟੀ ਮਾਰਨੀ / ਹੱਲ ਫੇਰਨੀ

Schizotypal in a Baudrillardian World
Psychosis is the most widely spoken language in the modern world, though spoken in private, or in the company of a domestic cat, et all. What in modern language leaves the speaker betrayed and returning to quiet gestures? Does that not make Language— one of the first generation machines? A system that reveals as much, as it hides? A formulation that denies the possibility of an Outside. In Luhmann’s terms, there’s no outside, because a system which cannot communicate, can’t exist. That is true for any system such as biological, cognitive or physical ones. Though a divergent unit (a Schizo for an example) is never addressed in Luhmann’s, and deemed unworthy of a theoretical closure in the way, Descartes cannot otherwise prove, that he exists.
Anthony Giddens points at “Trust in Abstract systems” as a possible missing piece of puzzle in the modern world’s cognitive mechanization. This essay takes the Lacanian lack as a central argument, and traces the “absence” in the discipline of philosophy from Descartes, Deleuze, Luhmann, and returning to Deleuze’s Schizophrenic. Sounds Schizo enough?
When gaps in cognition emerge, the schizotypal emerges too. Some rot, others make a point with their cats. A Schizo often has better insight about those available spaces, as they have accessed those spaces in their hour of need. A place where one could hide from mechanics of Cogito, perhaps find love and dignity too. A world away from a constant persecution by “reason”. A place, where to love and to be loved can still make a sense— as a private act. A world which doesn’t need excessive ontological theorization of the reality.
Art/image courtesy: Bailey, Pamela & Newman, Jane. (2022).


Art Appreciation-II
Welcome back to whatever is going on here! If episode-I was about “what the Fuck am I looking at”, episode-II is; where we start asking, “What is this thing made of?” And also about “why you should or shouldn’t give a Fuck”.
Fair Warning: Over 40 minutes of blabbering (audio), and some required reading (downloadable).

Art Appreciation-I
Here’s a five part series “Art Appreciation” for patrons. Idea is, to help patron access the artwork so they can form an opinion about it and judge it for themselves.
I love to start my weekend with an audiobook or a podcast about my favorite subjects. Isn’t it a good idea to poach eggs, burn some bacon and listen, than sitting down to read something? I am throwing in my fair share of sausage in a podcast format, so your bacon cums well-done too.

Jean Baptiste Duvet
L'Oubliothèque writes a Preface to Novella
JEAN BAPTISTE DUVET
A novella by JEAN BAPTISTE DUVET
Narrator (Audio): Manu | Mrityunjay

UNDER-CONSTRUCTION| 0.0
A Note in Gratitude
People —
I thought I saw them once
I must have hallucinated
in a desert of the real
you cannot make split-lentils sprout
even if you soak it in
water/ blood/ sweat/ urine/ or cum.
People—
don't look at them
they will disappear
don't touch them
your hands will stink for the rest of your life
focus on your toe-nails
don’t look up
don't think about something
which isn't there.


The Double-Edged Sword of Knowledge: A case of Zettelkasten
The Conundrum of Organizing Thought: Philosophical and Contemporary Perspectives on Zettelkasten - Manu | Mrityunjay
