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The Paradox of Exile
“We have to de-colonise the mind, using all the tools of liberation at our disposal. We must form a mass movement strong enough to let us take back our means of livelihood. But we can’t conjure this movement out of thin air.” — Melanie M. Burkhart, 101 Ways to Build the Resistance
The reader was brought to greater fruitfulness, to Paradise. The automatic processes of the body of work were exposed. Consciousness was neither here nor there. This was a gift to all those whose lives had been blighted by narrative.
Nasrul was preoccupied with the idea that nature was a palpitating entity capable of its own computations, imaginings and feelings—feelings of hope, fidelity and faith, without intermediaries.
Starting their march from Utopia Hall up to the coast, the sea devils complained to the wardens that humans were trespassing on the sea devil city. The wardens shrugged off the protests as a downside of their job and, like factory workers oblivious to the deafening noise of machines, they tuned out the sea devils’ voices.
Many who had previously relied on the trite routines of the abomination of narrative became disoriented as they tried to adapt to the new conditions for life as generated by the anti-narrative.
(more…)Sensationalism
“The main factors and influences which determine the course of a person’s life are often considered to be the material and social conditions into which they are born.” — Marshall Bryce-Sullivan PhD, Body, Mind and World, a new model of integration
After the text of the first draft that accompanied the original headings was lost, only some of the content relevant to the original headings or titles appeared in the present volume, but this did not detract from the fictional phenomena, as they were spontaneously renewed and expanded upon, and the current episodes with mostly different but similar titles started again from where the lost left off, whilst those parts of the original text which were retrievable were retained.
At a local market stall, Lakshmi (an aesthete) was compelled to pay well over the odds for what at first seemed like a purchase of no real significance but which had a certain something that was irresistible. Once a suitable place in the corner of her office had been found, L expected to quietly enjoy the decorative effect of the object, but no, its effect was far from merely frivolous or ornamental.
Narrative ended. It arrived at a natural close, the narrator brought it to a conclusion, or it was stopped by force. Narrative was finite by definition, so it always came to an end. To ensure it never began, the trick was to avoid describing organic or artificial forms as data. Otherwise, the end was revealed within the properties of the data.
(more…)Carnal Synthetics
“Art is no longer an individual social statement, even less the total act of expression of a qualified representative of a culture, but an indiscriminate development towards that which was previously taboo: the irrational propagation of synergistic alignments consolidated between the non-exclusive spirit of imagination, cosmic mystery and the unknown.” — Hortense Varner, Violent Beauty, Art at the End of Time
Traditions were under threat. Patriots wanted a day of reckoning, a crackdown, and the intervention of their Antichrist. Embracing the topics as set by the paradigm shifters, the monetisable personality was relentless. It had no moral backbone, but at underground assemblies everywhere speech was perverse and inexplicable, against everything that was sacrosanct.
After fixing up the hit-pieces for the Professor to be trashed as an abomination, Anikulapo-Kuti inspected the emblems at close range. Having breached security at the bio-surveillance office at Idolator he traced the path of their instrument in the correct order, and while it seemed the emblems might pander to or patronise both the dominant and competing narratives, this served to signify they might have the power to smash the meta-narrative.
(more…)Vitriol
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Idolator, Where the Moral Is
“If money be the food of love, trade on.” — Trade On, The Racket, The Racket
The media psychotherapists sold voyeurism as catharsis, captive and readily available bloodshot eyes, wet lips, tongues and strong thighs.
The anti-narrative negated non-fiction by poetic delirium, at once contemplative and explosive. Violence was burned into the fabric of the novel. Right or wrong were never declared, only the violence of beauty.
Anikulapo-Kuti took the last turning off the dirt road and drove straight into Idolator. After checking in at the Idolator Commercial Motel he unpacked the emblems he’d swiped from Nepenthe. Observing the unobserved, he absorbed the received impressions transmitted from where the emblems began, both at root cause and surface, and once they were decoded he found they attached to whichever vessel was fitting.
[Anent their significance, the attributes of the emblems would be addressed some minutes later in this appraisal, albeit using a different terminology.]
(more…)The Liar’s Kiss
“The wireless, the automobile, the airplane, the telephone, all these marvelous inventions are indeed, as you put it, ‘re-inventing the human being’. But I say that if this most fundamental of truths displeases you so, there is no choice: your interpretation of this truth will be rejected. You claim to live without these things but the free society requires the freedom of science to pursue its goals.” — Prescott Conrad (in conversation with Roland Windsor-Young, 1942), The Free Society, Radio Broadcasts, 1940-1963
At 873 Emerald Way, Nasrul was found to be all the stranger for his fiction. After he left the premises and walked into a bar on the corner, amongst some small business owners, landlords, local shop keepers, and some of the office staff from FreeDomination, he drank seven shots of tequila then went back to 873 Emerald Way.
With the help of a convenient dispenser I was compelled to document these events.
Criminal gangs were getting through a loophole, stealing DNA and trading in clones of celebs, politicos and other VIPs. The Entertrainment Consultancy demanded it, although they never would admit to it. The Society of Watchers was placing its faith in the big-time illusions of the big game psy-op and seeking out some new attention seekers. Compulsive viewing had become compulsory.
I joined the Counter-Intuitive Literature Investigation Team (C-ILIT) as a sleeping partner, in the hope of an irrational explanation for the anomalous content of these outpourings. If I could not be described as a function then I was a plain tonal pattern that signified a stereotype. In the context of commerce, I was a set of perceived characteristics to be qualified in accordance with historical tropes. Otherwise, I was a business card for a psychic reader.
(more…)Sephirothal Topography
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Automaton
Unfolding interceptions herein necessarily occur serving an aesthetic fashioned to radiate. Made of multipliable, eternally repeated strategies of rendition—objectives exhibited to, and simultaneously by, the unwilling poet—the format of AUTOMATON leaves at reception verses floundering on the edge of a litmus paper, and unbeknownst to the deliberations of any common sense, posing themselves as characteristic of the forked tongue.
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The Institution
“Earth folks were impressed with suffering. I gained respect and admiration by praising the ordeals of craving and misery. In my disguise as a public intellectual I made myself a paragon of dread and the crowds flocked.” — Nancy B. Haigler, The Guest Book
Gathering to repair the deficiencies of their professional doctrine, the technologians adopted the robust perspectives of the Institution, the manifesto for which declared a humanistic programme for prosperity and happiness.
For the information architext, being without an informational construct meant being disconnected from the flow of life in the datastream. The concerns that surrounded the lack of an object generated unwanted empty space. The pro-consumer could only reach satisfaction by filling up space with one or another of the architext’s inventions. So, the architext designed a new mediator that would be more addictive than any drug.
Picking up the literary pencil once again, I was startled to find out just how much its outpourings failed to correlate with the literary pixel. I had access to a super-charged and strangely constructive ambiguity (which I stole from a journalist who’d been to Cheltenham Ladies’ College), although I was probably too attached to rhetoric and the monastic stench of myrrh and frankincense.
(more…)The Apparatus
“The Phenomena Inquiry Team (PIT) was an elite committee of scientists formed in 2016. They touted themselves as ‘dedicated to innovative research in the fields of biochemistry and neuroscience’ but were selling body parts to billionaires on the black market for alternative medicine.” — Ralph Lambrecht, Arkhaiologos, Ancient Science in Modern Times
The dictatorship of the factual was rule by the obvious. To attach power or control to facts was to submit to the obvious.
The ventriloquist was undone. The voice said murder and the sale of weaponry were incompatible with Art so the ventriloquist believed they would be doomed to peddling the methods of killing forever. They installed a mock funeral after pretending to commit suicide by jumping off a cliff. A mysterious young woman arrived uninvited wearing a leather jacket with alchemical insignia on the back.
Everything commonplace had become commonplace.
Lakshmi turned over again and finally got some sleep in the motel.
It was said that there was nothing new under the sun so it was the personal responsibility of every citizen to recycle the past to save the future.
“Remember Summer ‘05? I blossomed like a flower. I’d overcome knowledge.”
(more…)The Kill-Freak Syndicate!
“The philosophers’ inventive theories of time and money directed and guided the managerial class towards the ways by which they could change the world to suit themselves.” — Steven Simpson, Blinded by Science
In the old mansion house in the swamplands where the cops would never find him, the occupant paced the dining room. Anikulapo-Kuti was possessed of an unusual appetite. Dinner was at seven.
The psycho-gulls had eaten from the pre-conscious archives and regurgitated scones and tea in the afternoon. Fearful they were not, yet with fear and terror were they deplored as they cut a finger slicing a side of beef or cracked an Arabian plate.
Description lost out to prescription. Pushed with a haste that could only be stalled by informational products, marvellous new vices were engineered in leaps and bounds and spread abroad by the forces of evil.
Poverty Inc moved into new territories, solving problems with a new spin on an old dogma, promises of betterment, ways to bridge the gaps. Condescending to point at a picture of a pauper in a cloth cap holding a noose round the neck of a woman accused of witchcraft, and pointing out the barbarism, the faulty metaphor was recycled against a backdrop of leisurely hours spent haranguing the natives about how lucky they were to till the soil.
“Turn the ghost up in here.”
(more…)Thunder over psyche-oregano
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Attention Seeker
“Quite apart from their uses or designs, buildings can emit energy which has an ethereal resonance that exceeds the human attention span.” – Louise R. Schoenfeld, The Architecture of Etheric Space
Sampling a few after-deaths, Nasrul reserved the right to zap the televisual myths from outside their reality, without a role, with no rule or counter-rule, no abstinence, and without gift or depiction.
Oh, hideous, wild viral poem, lacy in the void of extra-sensorial Sephira, no word would suffice, but whatever your control was doing it was beautiful.
Strutting about everywhere, the ubiquity of opinion allowed for no difference between polemics, poetry, philosophy, journalism or pseudoscience. Revolution was just another school of thought, a self-descriptive mythology, a result of social conditions.
(more…)Remove the Logos
“Preconceived ideas and buzzwords are represented by hypnotic devices for the cognition of purpose which coerces and fixes the senses of things and the connotations of actions within the narrow limits of closed and absolute systems of rationalization.” — Julianne Fortuin, Cognitive Markets
As the subjective world impressed itself Nas found himself unimpressed. It was as though he had been afforded the privilege of that special allotment known as “inner space” as a sanctuary or consolation away from the intimations of power. But it was all so unconvincing. The more he contemplated the nature of subjectivity it showed itself up time and time again as fictitious, as did power.
While floating in the algorithmic floatation sphere it became apparent that no-one could ever hope to achieve much with algorithms, except maybe in non-fiction stories calculated to ground the self-narrativising subject into the ground, which might have been of some use or other, but it was either a quarter past six in the evening or the morning and already the cloudless sky was as still and clear as day. (more…)
Equipole
“I am not dead because I was never born. I did not live, and I never died. I am the living death that resides at the center of the world.” — Master Qiang Myeong-Suk, The Unvanquished
If the language of the “novel” was at optimal level, this alone was insufficient proof that words were sounds represented by artificial symbols rather than units of communication.
They could be both, Nasrul figured. Words were noises, grunts and tribal signs that masqueraded as communication and this meant that they must be under the control of certain shady operators for the prophet. Naturally, this implied that another form of justice would have to be enacted so that the illusion of power would be removed from the repressive order of the written and spoken. (more…)
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