the timboucher experience

I have just found this out.

When I read that in an email just now, my brain totally took a quantum leap forward, in that way that brains sometimes do when they start understanding themselves and their own tricks that they play. It’s like what happens to me is I will nudge away at a problem which is so big I can’t even see it. Like I am zoomed in so close that it has become basically invisible to me. And then I sort of build these linguistic structures to push it away until it goes out at least to arm’s length so I can get some perspective on it, walk around it, and eventually hug it again. You can only really hug something meaningfully if its ever sometimes *not* arm’s length away.

A swazzle (swatchel) is a device made of two strips of metal bound around a cotton tape reed. The device is used to produce the distinctive harsh, rasping voice of Punch and is held in the mouth by the Professor (performer) in a Punch and Judy show.

But yeah, the point of this post and of my site ever since I switched to the Dark (garbled) Side according to some people is to basically try and invent a new set of colors for people to communicate with. And then what I do is I telesymbolinkly latch those new colorFeelingThoughts together into our ordinary OS language by way of etymologicalURLanchors - ie, neologisms like “noographic” and “exceptionology.”

The swazzle is positioned between the tongue and the roof of the mouth so that expired air passes between the two metal strips, causing the reed to vibrate. Deft movements of the tongue allow the Professor to move the swazzle in and out of position, allowing him to switch between voices. Because the swazzle is small, positioned in the back of the mouth and must be repeatedly moved during a performance, there is a risk that it may be swallowed while in use. It is traditionally said that no Punch and Judy performer can consider himself a Professor until he has swallowed his swazzle at least twice.

The point is not the actual words that I am ever saying to you. The concepts are totally irrelevant. What I am jamming out to you on all frequencies is - - - a new frequency itself. It’s not new content. It’s not original. It’s just a temporary safe zone which will be cointelproperupterated and we will know it has because we have left all kinds of red spam flag tags on it, and by that time we can just abandon it once again for another higher order magnitude of noographic expansion decks.

The design of the swazzle was once a secret guarded by the Professors and only taught to those with a genuine respect for and interest in learning the performance of Punch and Judy puppetry. The device can now be bought from joke and magic shops although those made according to the traditional design are smaller and are generally considered superior. The swazzle must be soaked in beer, water or saliva before use.

In order to minimise the risk of swallowing, some Professors attach a length of cotton to their swazzle so that it can be pulled back if it slips into the throat.

But god, don’t listen to what I’m saying. The words are just guttural mouth noises made to celebrate a particular experience of the universe. They don’t mean anything else besides: Here I am Lord, come find me!

Olly! Olly! Oxen free!

So what colors am I communicating in now? Mauve? Red? Green? Blue? Violet? Crown?

People who are bored with what and how I am writing now won’t be once they apply the gossamer seedpetal patch to their thinware. That’s not a boast. It’s a veiled insult to goad the fearful into action by confusing them with “meaningless” jargon and poetry.

Because that’s what poetry is all about: Frequencies. Textures. Wavelengths. Colors. Octopi. Communicating.

So many people say they hate poetry now, that poetry is dead and irrelevant. But every invented subculture jargon, every marketing gimmick, every scientific term, it’s all poetry. Some of it is quite beautiful.

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