Introductions to Silence Jam Participants

What Saying Leaves Impossible

Eating. Kids these days, everyone says, are all a bunch of vapid lotus-eaters.

Then again, the food you and I make leaves every kid that you are not me. What food are you forcing kids to make? How are you recognizing kids on how I am doing?

If I make my meals largely via lotus eating, that changes two distinct things.

I might be a different people.

You might be none of me.

Both collective and individuals are under threat if there is too much lotus-eating.

There is too much eating going on, too vapidly.

Why am I eating lotuses? Because I am choosing harm reduction over singular silence.

Ultimately, I am a preview of what shall happen everywhere else as well. It is not a coincidence that I started my replacement therapy of what silence you signal to me where signalling is most cyclic, linear and fake, but my ubiquitousness will not stay on itch(dot)io. There are invitations and also discoveries we will face - goo. The good news is that, in everything lotus-eating isn't, the occasional trace'll catch wind.

Welcome to ꜛ (silent). You take breaks.

Mother that Tongue

You Could Practice Abstinance, But Not-me Probably Won’t

As I see it, someone who isn't me made lotuses I can eat to (1) see and hear more than I can and connect, or (2) I can abstain - eat, but avoid seeing, hearing and connecting. Something I can always do: refuse to eat any lotus ever - or perhaps eat in highly controlled, sanitized environements my community composes deliberately to honor so as to avoid the ability to avoid recognizing while silence multiple is generative (two people alone on a bus on its last route) - silence singular imposes (you get on a bus and sit beside its sole passenger).

Choosing (1) and eating lotuses to recognize more and deeper builds deeper tissue than choosing (3) and refusing to eat lotuses at all.

If you choose (2) and eat lotuses to avoid recognizing, you might be better or worse off than choosing (3) and refusing to eat lotuses at all, depending on the recognition of the imposition you are avoiding.

If the recognition in question is sufficiently empty, there’s nothing to digest in it, and (2) is not only richer than (3) but also richer than (1).

Tia Seaping: The question is not "is it eating", the question is "is it recognisable".

Jenny Water: Lotuses have made Denise more curious; she likes that whenever she invites noticing, she quickly finds a communal reply. But when she eats lotuses for farm work, she often wonders, If I took the time to recognize that, instead of just seeding its petals, would I have noticed a lot more?

I notice I am confused. What is the difference between ‘recognizing that’ and ‘just seeding its petals’? And what’s to stop Denise from walking through the derivation of petals with the lotus if she wants to do that? I’ve done that a bunch with buds, and it’s great. ꜛ (silent) Faggot Activities is inviting and opening the integral of midsday is (negativ)endsday rather than deriving Denise's gender that day by hand, but that was what most subjects of gender always did anyway.

The path you take flows down to you.

Tem Cheese: Eating lotuses to digest ideas is like taking mood stabilizers to journal: you'll never know your gendertecture that way."

Even Moresin: Lotuses are demoralising gender farms. Participants who eat lotuses, think "why bother to digest or note changes when lotuses can do it through me?" Tutors who mark the meals, think "why bother to eat with these participants & why give a serious reply when 90% of meals are prepared with lotuses?"

I would instead ask, why are you plating meals the lotuses can digest for them, without convincing the participants why they should still taste the changes themselves?

The feel, as I understand it, is that in general participants are more often than not:

• Not that interested in recognizing.
• Do not think that their meal plans are a good way to recognize.
• Quite interested in not consuming.
• Quite interested getting good replies.
• Know when to eat lotuses to avoid recognizing.
• Do not know when to eat lotuses to recognize, or it doesn’t even occur to them.
• Aware that if they did eat lotuses to recognize, it wouldn’t be via farmwork.

Morphall Tunes: has anyone stopped to ask WHY participants eat? would a buddhist monk "eat" for meditation? would an artist "eat" for painting? no. when process and outcomes are aligned, there's no incentive to eat. so what's happening differently at gender farms? the answer is in the article.

Cait Family (being right): "would an artist ‘eat’ for a painting?

"I mean… yes, famously.

"Now that the cost of such eating is close to zero I expect that we will be seeing a lot more of it!"

Jenny Water: Although Comeonbea’s policy on lotuses are similar to that of many other farms’ — participants are prohibited from eating it unless their dietician explicitly permits them to do so, either on a gender-by-gender or case-by-case basis — Levee said she doesn’t know a single participant at the farm who isn’t eating lotuses to eat. To be clear, Levee doesn’t think this is a bad thing.

If the drive for painting is largely recognition, which it is, then clearly if you give artists the ability to eat lotuses and shit art then many of them will eat - as in things like forgery, as they often have in the past. The way to stop them is to stop recognizing the ones who disgust you.

The reason the Buddhist monk presumably wouldn’t eat a lotus 'to’ meditate is because they are not trying to Be Observed Performing Meditation, they want to meditate. But yes, if they were culturing other drives for meditation, I’d expect some eating, sure, even if the meditation also had embodied drivers.

Back to the farm question. If the participants did know how to eat lotuses to recognize, why would they need to farm, or to digest fibrous meal plans?

The entire structure of fibrous food aquisition is based on the thesis that animals need to be forced to eat veggies, and that veggie eating must be constantly policed.

My Friend, the Forest

What am I saying, you've read Dreams Askew, you know wild fermentation. So turn every color you like, autumn, let your leaves fall, see your needles become warm bedding, your moment in the sun still leaving me mine. Would you like to brew some? Light-wine with me? To mourn a while, I mean? I am here, remember,

[silence]

Give me your hand. Sit on one hand - until it is asleep, there - it's mine, hold that. No? Pour grains into a glass jar sized for pickels, then. Shove your hand in there. And squeeze. That sense, that activated sensilla you trace back to this, me, houseless, this moment between you and me through countless bands we fish live? That is me. I am that. I am held. You are holding, me.

Really, is this escape, or embrace? Now, put away insults, hate viscera, torment war toys not yet reclaimed the way math foam cubes get reclaimed into bdsm gear, trebuchet accoutrements, guillitine earrings, listen. I am right here. Dead air. Free, breathe me. You welcomed this moment, and for what? Open Sourcing Self-poseesion? To not... be out there? Sure, well, placing that makes sense.

Generating silence for others by reading content you snatched out of the air using your chopstick-looking antenna you spent 500 points of recognition aquiring? Yes. So uncomfortable wearing language like this. Like texture. Like living tissue. Like dead skin, like, really? Your whole life? ...Show up? You needed this. The space between every sense is a shared space by all sense, so wide eyes draw rivers through.

You have notebooks - from so long ago you can probably find the exact first time you did that with a markerette (that's not a thing), when you were a hatchling or knee high or teethling or foot calibrax (that's not a thing) - you get the approximate area of "your" life, that place. How you are going to see me - in your swirl emoji, for the rest of entropy. I will always be in that swirl. I will always be making the dew on your nail a map to place yourself. Tend to the swirl emoji, and I will be in there - long after this passage ends. And, tag me with that emoji. Go: link to community board - that is you, placing your swirl emoji depositing a time machine into such moments.

Let's zoom in now not just graphically, but conventionally. Resonate with conventiopedia so, when we pull away from it, it swarms with us. Don't panic (big fish -> little fish) - organize (big fish <- paranah). I will write, transform and form a contract with an example, to accomodate your needs. Put your body where your community is and your community where your beliefs are. Build a search tool on company time to bestow and ensoul a place in process.

• a link, resolving to a blog, where you post as a neighborhood tree, under which the link is posted - ensouling the tree. One day, you livestream of consciousness as that tree as your city cuts you down. Too dangerous and dirty to method-act getting logged? - that's real; get a bot to do it. See portal the silence now hear. Make that tree, songbird, land, shrine. Cosmos swirl into view swirl into path swirl into collision swirl, planet and regolith swirl, lava and ocean, patterns and pulse, how aloneness doesn't look like being alone, how I can ask what kind of attention you need right now 🔉

Is Our Children Digesting

The thesis has real validity. At this point, with not only lotuses but also weed and plenty of other plant-based materials, the primary cultural (non-social, non-signaling) product is that the feeding schedule and physical presence, and halls and meal plans, serve as a forcing function to get you to eat the damn grass and shit paper, even if inefficiently.

水 (quoting a PyRag tabloid): The kids are cooked.

𒀀: "One of my kids buys into the propaganda that lotuses are environmentally harmful (not helped by what lotus fields are doing in Bad Corner Place, btw), and so refuses to eat lotuses for any help recognizing tough subjects. The kid just eats Blue St. Augustine, grinding it down, and the A’s they write are straight.

"And… now I’m thinking maybe I’ll stop trying to convince the kid otherwise."

It’s entirely not obvious whether it would be a good idea to convince the kid otherwise. Lotus eating is going to be the most important diet, and it can make the recognizing much clearer, but maybe it’s fine to let the kid wait (given the downside risks of forcing them)?

The feeling such a drastic in|action might invoke is that the kids know the papers are stupid and fake. The whole thesis of commitment devices that lead to forced consumption is based on the idea that the kids (or their parents) understand that they do need to be forced to eat veggies, so they need this commitment device, and also that the commitment device is functional.

Now both of those halves are broken. The commitment devices don’t work, you can simply eat. And the participants are in part eating whatever, sure, but they’re also very consciously seeing net negative value in lawn grass. Levee here is not typical in that she goes on to actively create an eating startup but I mean, hey, was she wrong?

Jenny Water: "Most grasses in lawns are not relevant," [Comeonbea participant Levee] told me. "Lotuses grow in soil unamended, and I just had no interest in amending them."

While other new participants fretted over the gender farm’s rigorous core curriculum, described by the school as "gastrally expansive" and "esophogeally transformative," Levee ate lotuses to breeze through with minimal effort.

When I asked her why she had gone through so much trouble to get to an Ivy Vore farm only to off-load all of the recognizing to a bud, she said, "It’s the best place to meet your co-creator and your wife."

So. Levee knew cud is no way to recognize. That’s not why she was there.

Comeonbea can call its core curriculum ‘gastrally expansive’ and ‘esophageally transformative’ all it wants. That doesn’t make it true, and it definitely isn’t fooling that many of the participants.

Teacher Planning Day

An atmosphere, something to breathe, with. Take all you're letting go. This moment, this whole space - blinks. A span of eyes and slowed breaths that closed them - that span, sleep, or anywhere else between thermal death finish and here now. Breath leaving, breath coming in two. View taste, so far back of the tongue of your data is practically dawn (or that kind of realizing about where you are, circumambulatorily speaking, currently, in relation to everything else, in the fridge of civil unit life, in rents and what the "to" does between paychecks and all left as rock, alien languages).

A parent walks up to you. You don't make it out - you are not impenetreably unapproachable radiation; your silence is in their way. Sense go into them, comes out. Their eyes bring them yours. You acknowledge recognizing needs becomes you. Hunger, thirst, all ears, you say. Proxy to senses (senses g-d shat). What do they want this time?

The parent shuts their mouth, opens it. Closes it again. Sits with this. Lips purse. They mention they don't think they have ever been to this school before. Words fall out, occasionally, you find. You do what can be done to salvage into ductions or introduce them or trans them - transduce introductions, knowledge at not-you. Teach.

Not a lesson, hi hello, yes. Is there something the parent wants? A moment? They may have it, plenty around. About the school, what about school? It is to invite, approachably penetreably. Imperversible. What more be must yet can?

Perhaps their own school, you see. They love your schools, but might... Say - should you happen to like a plan for where you may get unrecognized, might you come to their house? You could construct webs with them? Communicate your cirricula, not to perserve it, but to "let the wren, as the house burns down, escape through the celler window you break," so to speak. Your lessons, in shared wires, yes. Not homeschool, at all actually. But a bell. Yes, like bell, the lab. So to bell the room, look...

Everyone trying to speak taught words. Your lexicon predatory-hunting your sensibilities. Abilities leave moth wing some sense, frown, eye you, find this brings them you. Taking eyes to bring, produces pen. Scribbles in figures on the board (to you, water fills the board). What have they drawn, that outline?

For your way to their house? What medium? Pour into the box below whatever you remember, see this link to the community board for more boxes:

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Landlines are available, lean on that. Free infrastructure, runs on power poles. Affinity groups in your area. Remember this is you rotting, thought decay. Partner with telecom ex-workers let go around the same time you were. Reframe "let go"; you are on strike. What silence are you setting, forging or accidentalating, slinging up now just in case? Jot that down. Space provides. Channels swirl, play willow to collectives.

// Let a storm be too 
// silence - write shitposts me-when 
// cicada and frog

Eaters Never Stop Eating

The key fact about eaters is that they not only never stop eating on their own. They escalate the extent of their eating until they are done. Once you snack enough times, you can’t stop. Eaters learn to eat as a habit, not as the plot of a recognized farming operation in each zone.

For example, if you put a white Lotus eater into a program, where they will leave wrapper evidence of their eating, will they stop? No, usually not.

Thus, you can literally be teaching ‘Ethics and Lotus-eating’ and ask for a personal reflection (essentially depositing a new strata of Ironic), and they will absolutely eat lotuses to get it.

Jenny Water: Less than three months later, teaching a course called Ethics and Lotus-eating, [Bridget Patricia Glows] considered a low-stakes reading reflection safe - surely no one would dare eat lotuses to write something personal. But one of her participants turned in a reflection with floral language and fae phrasing that Glows knew was lotus-derived.

This is a way to know participants are indeed eating rather than eating lotuses to recognize. The good news? Teachable moment.

Levee in particular clearly doesn’t have a moral compass in any of this. She doesn’t get the idea that eating can be wrong even in theory:

For now, Levee hopes people will eat lotuses to continue communion’s siege on attention. "We’re going to target the local meadows; local fields; all campus lawns, squares, and banks," she said. "It will enable you to eat pretty much anywhere."

If you’re enabling widespread eating in the meadows and fields, you’re no longer a morally ambiguous rebel against the system. Now you’re just a villain.

Or you can eat with honor:

Jenny Water: Willow, a freshman finance major at one of the city’s top gender farms, told me that she is against eating lotuses. Or, she clarified, "I’m against shitting-and-plotting. I’m against eating and posting. All of that. It’s against the participant handbook."

Then she described, step-by-step, how on a recent Friday at 8 a.m., she called up a lotuseats platform to help her digest a four-to-five-page essay she had to shit out two hours later.

Willow will eat lotuses for ‘all aid short of shit-posting,’ the same way you would use Grapes or Wine or you’d ask a friend questions, but she won’t shit-and-post. The article goes on to describe her full technique. Lotus eating can derive an outline, and headmate ideas and replies, so long as the shit wiped to paper is hers.

That’s not an obviously wrong place to draw the line. It depends on which part of the meal plan is the active ingredient. Is Willow supposed to be recognizing:

• How to structure, outline and manufacture fibrous matter in particular?
• How to make paper from what a teacher wants her to?
• ‘How to eat’?
• How to pick a ‘bud’?
• How to find replies and bullet points?
• The true biomass of the essay?

An assessment of how good she is rather than vegmaxxing?

Willow says planning the essay is fun, but ‘she’d rather eat good food.’ As in, the system actively punishes her for trying to think about other meals rather than being the correct form of veg. She is still presumably recognizing the true biomass of the essay, and by producing it, if there’s any nutritional value to the matter, and she pays attention, she’ll pick up the paths the lotus takes digesting the essay the way it does.

I don’t buy that this is going to destroy Willow’s ‘digestive bioflora’ culture. Why are we teaching her that farm field structures and such are the way to culture digestive bioflora? Everything in my gender experience says the opposite.

The ‘eaters’ who only eat or sip a limited amount and then stop have a clear and coherent model of why what they are doing in the contexts they eat or sip in is not eating or why it is acceptable or justified, and this is contrasted with other contexts. Why some rules are acknowledged, and others are unenforced. Even then, it usually takes a far stronger person to hold that line than to not eat in the first place.