“I have always felt driven to write about how our co-existence as a species is vital. We should recognise all the ways we can enhance and celebrate it. But at the same time, I find myself to be quite implacable. All I desire is contradictory and fantastical. The strange and quixotic, the uncertain: that’s where my real passions lie.” — Francis Hernández, Natural Receptors, Interviews with Karl Gruber, 1979-93
All narrative was false narrative. This was the antidote. This was anti-narrative.
Attempting to assess the numerical correspondences between comings and goings in the library scholarly prejudice had the nasty habit of interfering with the calculation.
On the night of the Sabbath volumes of the classics had been incinerated, and the revolutionary texts reinstated. Weaponised play had become the disorder of the day.
“There hasn’t been a mistake.”
The totalising urge of the orthodoxy was shown up for what it was: a macabre desire to protect the mythical object of the utensil.
“$120,000? How much would it be for the human?” (more…)
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