Beckett sd it did not say it: the unworded word
Literatur des Unworts, SBeckett wrote 1937
letter in Germanto Axel Kaun in Germany. unworts
wort is a plant(in English). wort is a very strange thing that
grows w/out saying a word. about itself(in English). what is
utterd in other worlds we never know. it grows from inside
itself or not it
grows or not do not comprehend a category or
orientation(perspectival). You are not outside this wort is
somekind of fungus,in German before crime(literature)words
printd on/as selves on silence.
(all things inkd this on silence
so long ago youll never know so long ) it does not tell a
story about it speaks itself from Time is not about time life
is not about life etc this is very proscriptive sd somebody
else the wort the
wort from dirt grows clocks not inventd
(daylight) or yr eyes or yr declensions(yet) can you let it
be a wort asks questions like that(of the daylight) – inside
a mushroom all the stories of a universe to now absorbd
from soil(so far)its rainsweat lunar exhalation some star(so
far away)but it works.words.a clock does not tell it not yet
inventd bigger than you a very huge clock exists at the(or
a)
beginning not yrs the Lit of unworts writes the unhuman
clock not ticktock but how a fungus might think
a philosophy of the interior &germanic music that speaks
the wort. the
unwort: utters of before this noise what is you
think i dont think shut up in this dark to listen Poem
Invention.thus the poem precedes the clock not the huge
clock only philosophy grows there(in the dark) &romantic
music (we who yearn toward not about) there must be A
chemic biologic before all this,preferencing the dark
the
machineries are clever but
they hurt my eyes. he sd. the earth(underground)(under
that) deeper than that a huge deepness you(not there) it is
there rhizoming hears everything w/no ears a receptacle
of all sensation must stand push out sideways up down into
thick resistances yet it works undeaf unstoppd relentless in
our trembling way
‘Writing must break through the
representational or fictional mirror & be equal in force
to
the HORROR experienced in daily life.’ –KathyAcker,
The Words SayIt, Bodies of Work, 1997, p68 ‘How
can you not hear the terrible screams all around that we
call silence?’ -Karl
Georg Buchner, 19th c.
so (you) hear it
screaming you dont want to hear fine fine
means theEnd goodbye ticktock there are many mansions he
sd this is one huge mansion lost/lockd in the sewers of
rooms
clocks books the ennobld sewers of some minds w/strong of
trembling fingers pushing out into thick as moist or densely
soild what is what is
there i hear dont hear but know exists
rhizome radical eradiate radical
radix resolute rotwort wyrd
below them the earth(underground)(under that)deeper
than
deeper deeper
‘One does not become enlightened by imaging figures of
light but by making
the darkness conscious.’ -- Carl Jung
Notes: as Said
‘On the way to this
literature of the unword, which is so
desirable to me,
....’ Literatur des Unworts: German
letter to Axel Kaun,
July 9, 1937; in Disjecta: Miscellan
eous Writing & a
Dramatic Fragment, Calder Publication,
London, 1983; 2001,
English trans., pg 173
Wort (neut) (pl Worter) word
(neut) (pl Worte) (spoken)
word.
Wortschatz m
vocabulary (glossary) Worterverzeichnis
(neut) -spiel (neut)
pun.
wort n. A plant. Often used in combination: liverwort;
milkwort [ME<OE wyrt. see wrad-]
wort n. An infusion of malt that is fermented to make beer.
[ME<OE wyrt. see wrad-]
wrad- branch,
root 1. Basic form wrdd- root; rutabaga,
from Old Norse rot,
root, from Germanic wrot-
2. Old
English wyrt, plant, herb
Important derivatives: root, radical, radicle, radish,
radix;
deracinate, eradicate, eradiate; ramose, ramus, ramify from
Latin ramus, branch; rhizo, rhizome; coleorhiza,
mycorrhiza,
licorice, from Greek rhiza, root
o so close to wyrd the word is weird
writing from writing of writing against writing into
&/or the word
unworded inward toward aug 23 2012
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the final line of his final publishd work was ‘what is the
word’ notes John
Banville, Beckett: Storming for Beauty,
NYRB March 22, 2012
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so who heard scream
she sd is that a word i dont
here in a room my acoustic skull is heard radios of silence
rare sound the
stations of the crossd purposes
roads go
hear go there go
straight down when it dials you in like a
card game allow you
sit in on the atmospheric games of
intention the intertensional air then music then news then
static cooking then silence,at end as beginning of
its
continuum the
etymology of scream
SBeckett on Kafka’s The Castle: ‘I remember feeling
disturbed by the
imperturbable aspect of his approach. I
am wary of disasters that let themselves be recorded like
a statement of accounts.’ ___ ibid
___
it is now a species
animal species that hates
itself
breeding like cockroaches
clean people,we are apt as
rational they
(cockroaches) dont pay
attention
dont pay the
rent dont pay for the music
what
music do you want to
here in yr lonely
elevator in
&out
of a bldg who is occupied by bugs
how it feels
at night i lay on
the floor every nite woke up w/bites
chewd into (all)my legs
a hotdog uncookd left out on
the kitchen counter in the dark in the morning
chunks chewd out big bites for cockroaches
you wd
think but all sizes of
them grow here,seethe multiply
some can fly in
the dark some can fly,or i will
learn also
this is ‘a statement of
accounts’
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so a work in
progress means,what draw something
out from a wall(
absolute )thick skull, lean into it
the
other side
seethes .or not or not
if not,what
herd in the dark muttermummer darkGermanic music
who inventd the
clock,no listend to some heart(beat
beaten inside)
march into it
no,wrong cancel
.the true desire
was hands knees prayer crawl inside
as a
cave was warm in the dark,smell of warmdark
as if
some sounds
are heartbeats of
cockroach mothers inhabit yr skull
long before
you
/words grow (chronic<chthonic)
:backward /
who slithers back down the throat in its
last word
clock Uhr
clockwork Uhrwerk clockwise
go on
UrClock before
(that) mudderwidder im Uhrzeigersin
counterclockwise Uhrzeigersinn entgegen
(widdershins)
( rootmute ssshhh) / as umbilical
code winds up back
into It backword that brainstem
rewinds re this
air stale mustd
redolent (the word)of
extinctd species
(bookstores) old people live hear
old
things in the
walls prefer silent soup climb an
extinct elevator or
stairs staring at the steep stairs some
shoeprints staind sadly
something crawld up also lucid
slime sibyl sibyllant
a hissing sound
[MLGer weddersinnes
<MHG widersinnes: wider, back <OHG widar
; +sinnes
in the direction of; sin, direction <OHG; see wi-
see sent-]
Glocke is a bell ,however: UrhClockUrClock hellKlingel
bell on the Door
deathclock
Glockenspiel spiel, game; theatrical play Glucksspiel
gambling (something is at stake )
so old people
sit a
table,recursive fingers sense the cards
or air as braille
messages read dictionaries drive people mad it sd
what does anyone here
rehearsive of some snake
winds among
them,under the table into their legs sex
dramatic cavities
where first orations were
utterd so old
who doesnt here
hear Time as the game playd among
them or want it .otherwise
this is not
romantick this is not poetick
this is not man
tick (or perhaps is)( the pun(t)ick wars)
so it is playing
(cards dice Time Life) w/itself reading
magazines in the
nextdoor apts cockroaches are young as
Death once was
earnest& impatient to clean up
the mess
endless revolution
plots in the ground nothing buried deep
there but sound,unhuman sound as in the humming walls
or silences of great
thought Einstein invented television
&
sees yr bones in the
dark glowing &other
farseeing men
as maggots of literature
synthesize bodies into growing
words like mold in the walls,do not despise it also
serves in the
end to tell Time
there is no end to some
sentence
words
as fatal dice in einsteins skull bone inside bone(Beckett
heres the
deathrattle ) inword about
bug insect ticks
autotick ticktickticktick
chronos eats
giganticClock of germanicmusicMozart elevates his children
up to a compulsd mouth
2/4 4/4 march ofTime &eats them
hideous Mozart relentless
metronome tickherd Macht
sund pretty
armies of them,hum he hums to
(flutterd
matrons patrons he flatterd bugs as kultur in their uniformd
wigs logorhythmic gestures,artifices gowns powderd w/the
flakd skin falling
thru air beyond some plunderd corpse
hemisphere not
his,theirs not hear yet
sublime noise
ofClock woundup;tight
other wounds,preludes & fugues
of innersound deeper
than nervousTime(backwarding)into
sublime Futures hideous
what does all this have to do w/a book
i threw one at the
wall once over &
over to stop the noise
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dichter dictation
diction dictator using ones baton as a
dick or
viceversa versasvice culture is nice
everything
who annunciates hurts my eyes
the necessity you see of some(unword) dictionary of,for
we know exists before us
pray,hands and knees crawl
into some grund
as they say is very deep because hidden
from us,noise cannot
penetrate,only serious music as of
the sea bottom once
you cannot go there,breathing of
human sound
entirely,
sound penetrate ascertain the depth of water
measure or
examine as by sounding
(O)F sonder use the sounding-
lead :-Rom subundare
from Lat sub + unda wave So
sound act of sounding (surg) instrument for probing
sound ground
sund grund the body was once
dichter is a
poet conducted words without breathing
where the body
is a sea
grund bottom
of the sea or cave wormd thru grunting as
we were inside a bowel or whatever (s)urgd this forward
grund grunt no accidents in poetry occur w/out intent
of a Poet(dichter)
bigger than you but not
Metaphysickal you
never understood(impossible,grund
under you under waves
stolid tides of heaving massive
shifting as if thighs
some creature who cannot give
birth enough to get it
out
dec 12-14 2012
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poem
Gedecht poet Dichter poetic dichterish
poetisch poetry
Dichtkunst
Dictator in this language recognizd
the tongue
rules offices lands
desertd hovels of rejectd mss. the
dictator declares
unspeakable & there you are
worms
in their apts & cubicles the library mansions
&hovels of
dejectd mass
soupbowls selfdeclensiond
arbiters of
high culture moths mutters & there you are
theGermanic
tongue w/a spike thru it .recalling the
forest Wall of wood in its parental beauty everyone is a
child there once the fearful is not estrangd but a story
tell us again who
what we are this stuttering because the
spike is a Word or the tongue is one or the other which
utterd which never did
i forgot
mord or mutter mord is the word for Death,it is black and
shiny &enjoys
itself(glistend in the rain the black trunks
listend to their thoughts
leaving them) i do not believe in
Evil except the murder of aTree & from the corpse comes
Buche(beech) buch bok book
the pain inherent axed into
poem (&home a home
shelter of Spike morder by
tongue) he doesnt want to speak it only because he is
writing in German to a german as his tongue isEnglish he
doesnt want to speak
grudgingly to mudder in his cradle
milk pourd over him pages of (silence) stubbornness
(silence)spilling words out
like pulling teeth that is the way to speak Beckett sd as if
it hurt woman not
pulld from the glib ofAdam but he
from she (something hissing like a snake
( from
her cunt from her Kunst )
what is mud mudde
probably MLG mud MHG mot
bog, bogearth, peat
mot French means word, note (n.
mot m. parole) wort in german word
it grows in
mudde dont we
all those who know this worship their
books like trees reluctant to burn them,except they make
warmth it is a sin
nevertheless(a direction)nevertheless it
is a cathedral in
there in the forest black soil pourd in
us
upward,root tree book
poem rises in some fire a vision
original angel of pages opening as wings we saw it,not
yr imagination how
the barbaric forest could talk,a
deep majestic,prolific thick w/things fungusd spidery
mammaryd &clawd tuskd
crawling as flying upward
sudden in their
immolations ofPoems sent upwards
from mud,sent to head for,go widdershins from OHG
sin(d), direction, from Germanic sinthaz you see the
canny thing arises sont-o godsend from OEng sand,a
message messenger from Germanic sandaz, that which
is sent. the poem
from its root. Derivatives as(sense,
sentence, sentiment, sentinel, assent, consent, dissent,
presentiment, resent), from Latin sentire, to
feel(<to go
mentally’) it
cannot be otherwise the only sin is not to
know it,to be born
from this earthKunst and not
speak
(mute)from mud even burning burning
& it
is not yr God not yr God who is alive
here
these are annunciations these are pronouncements
these are
words
Beckett :the
creature rippd of his tongue not ever
born,heard gutterally
hard difficult attempts at some
language lingo(e)d the
motherTime before they cut
the trees down clockd his roots into a (muter)Job this
faroff howl of a
forest in his blut say blood,blood do
not mut(at)e erase this
urgent message it does not
sound like literature,stupid
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scream: 12th c. screamen, uncertain
origin, similar words
in
Scandinavian,Dutch,German,Flemish (cf ON
skraema ‘to terrify, scare’ Swedish scrana ‘to
scream’
OHG scrian, Ger schreien ‘to cry’
The noun is attested from mid-15th c.
And (as they say)
lamentings heard i’ the’ Ayre; Strange
schreemes of
Death’ [Macbeth, II, iii, 61]
Shakespear’s spelling probably reflects ‘sk-‘ as spelled
in Latin-derived words, e.g. school; he also has schreene
for screen.
Slang: ‘something that evokes a cry of laughter’ in 1903;
screamer in this sense 1831. Screaming Meemies—WWI
Army slang, German artillery shells making loud noise in
flight (from woman Mimi), extended to battle fatigue after
long exposure to enemy fire.
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all words are such
long exposure
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skraema scrana
scrian screamen uncertain
of,from a
Wald of skulle The head, regarded as the seat of thought
or intelligence. 3. A death’s head [ME skulle, prob of Scand.
orig.] axd the head
of brave foes as heroes also
off,lodgd
stone wedges of
housewalls in honor of ourThought
Skuld OldNorse
‘future’ ‘debt’ 1of Norn3,Fate deciders
(female), Valkyrie also, she escortd his whole body Up,
as aFire (invisible)
meanwhile,the skulle some stare as
bone inside walls heroes submit,or
pay
or bugs
asDichter Death requires
it walks thru
bourgeois novels a cockroach addressd
a
neat suit
impeccable back&forth to the
job downtown&
a little family of
hideous numbers of similar ambitions
or not ( of theClock,crawling (so much he desires of)
upwardly Being
as he must be
distinguishd from the dust &i do not
begrudge him anymore
feeding his little appetite on my
flesh thats what
its for
(poetry,after all malignates
inside him eats him from inside,guts brains tongues&
all to resolve
him,in this white light into the lost
forest he,his
chattermutter ofviruses &worms mutefood
of the next gods
or,as host to chew remorseless on
his
sad regret,oblivion
because we can,because Poetry
we can
we ride thru fire
transporting it th’ embodied Thought
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flip the switch on this
nightwerk nitewort making
scratchd brown notations leaving shitstains on pages the
pages that smell of
scurry of multitudes when you
walk in incandesce a
light you are sitting there at
table all yr fingers legs wings are busily
writing
some genius is a trail of
slime code moving it does not
know ahead (a head)
no precedes it only sund
grund
gravity pulsates beat
of buried things yr ears,yr wings
it must not be poetic
it must be hideous hidden in
yr[ME var of hidous <AN <OFr hide, hisde, fear, poss.
of Gmc orig] glorious
machinery of mutterRime
.it is the story of yr people from the thorax,from
bone,the heart
& there you are or
not
there you are are not
to go mentally feel
yr way up the stair down the naked
elevator whatever
direction it can be felt in yr apt
where you rest red
the blanket sleeping or read a book
every word,footprint stain on the page brown,not read
cockroach leakd of
marching feet into yr eyes of
bugs
yr ears yr mouth every hiss of orifice oreface of Being
(Guttenberg,each thought shiny black metaphysickal of
our risen blood which
is first re(a)d but then brown as
mutterd earth who
goes into you as a matter of
feeling
into you from there to hear where you are/It belongs
because there is no
choice in Time it goes on.
in the darkness also & there you are
&when you enter
turn on the kitchenlight armies of
them massd
concentration camps refugees
silent(made)
workers in the
cockroach factories scurry out
of yr
sight they think,in
fact never can you forget the sight
do not stampede perhaps orderly coordinatd in their
DNA as bugs do
it or as birds fly magnetized to their
destination out and home
out and home .forever
& there you are
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dicht dense; (Wald,
Nebel, Stoff) thick; (nahe) close
(by); (wasserdicht) watertight -Rom subundare from
Lat sub+unda, wave
:sound, a sounding
all this is a
word a statement of beyond grammar in
the walls interface of their silence music
whatever
the place it does not care if you exist
but it is yrs to
inhabit,speaks
not yet :Literatur of the unword
‘german bilge’,Beckett sd
later germanic bilge
our
Mutter tun(g) dec 20 2012
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as dogs drink from a
dish,happy slobby tongues from
a deep bowl of the sea
howling chunks of the wind
stuck in yr wretchd throat
it is
cooking cabbage there is a fist
up
some ass do pigs
squeal is it pain joy duration what
is God to speak of
farts of air breath w/out
Fodder
tongues lungs what
happend to the sky if it is god the
fatherFacts are
brutal animals are not brutal language
is brutal as
happy dog a wretchd dog 2 different
gods from the bowel
of the sea extract a reason .talk
like this wave yr
many hands urgently indicate
choking
nov 3 2013
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eorthan modor
mother earth to speak is
murder
&silence suffocates
the bitch stuffs it in a mouth &
you have no choice rune runa ‘to speak’ ‘to cut w/a
knife’ sd
Tacitus in Germania
these Gothics are confusd between
their tongues &their
tools of utility as if
‘a secret’ ‘to
whisper’ in their dark they mutter &can also
kill it
is proven delirium,not useful to empire
which
slaughters
rationally wave yr many hands
of dark
wind otherwise,i
brush my 2 palms clean move on
the unword is to shut up
he sd the words in his head
heard their own music
& went on the marching feet
blackbootd
cockroaches hear their own rationale
for continuing &keep going
not to be bored w/his
silences did he think
his being alone (interesting)did
he think his Being
alone
dec 2013
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there is a serpent ssshhh
sound and a wolf, who howls
‘It is the past-the
longest, hardest of pasts-that seems
to surge up whenever
we turn serious.’ -FNietzsche
Genealogy of Morals 1887 Nietzsche on the interior
caves of theGermanic soul he should know but of the
brain which is the soul in fact or of cockroaches in some
global bioregions they are green,fluorescent, glow in
the dark some unlike typical regimental cockroach who
scatter w/sudden light switchd on in our rooms or a
candle flared up the
wall moves w/them in a hideous
maneuver of ancient discipline some,who glow greenly
in the night of the brain which is the soul in act do
not
move but stand their ground(or wall) some are huge &
fly &reach for glory no
doubt in their stinking dark
the furious energy of growing things striving for
exaltation
as plants,trees grow disciplind maniacs
from their roots of dark,dark groping what is the Sun
some crown or brain burst that cannot last to be
glorious this is
why we are
this is
why we are
murderous sublimely
murderous
(some i knew small,incessant dreary leaving shit on
the desperate mss
pages excremental smell of the
literate or those who
hate them or no it is the fetid
march ofTime its fe(a)t of disembodied soldiers )
‘Female German cockroaches reproduce faster when
stroked slowly in
short bursts by a long, barbed,
motorized duck
feather.’ [Harper’s June 2014 pg 96]
those who dont mind being grotesque in pursuit of
no it is pain only
the human achieves thisObscene it
is so common fugal it orgasms Bach fists Beethoven
Coriolan as if i listening hear it swell a great wind or
soul around it as if
mine &go forth into a stinking
dark
Romans
sd Beckett roads viaducts popes i
cant go on [Alarich
Gothic 1st German to conquer
Rome]
if earth thinks how
are we to know if it does or does
not beyond this
thought ....
jan/jun 2014
