A transversal attempt to dis(un)cover all those (overt and covert) alliances; an anti-genealogy made of codes; “the only thing that can happen to a vaccuum is destruction” (Laura Riding).
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Measurement units The labyrinth & the Μinotaur: extending the senses one angstrom at a time. The straight line & the contortion of the hypothesis into an event made real: code as surface. In the aftermath of the previous years’ snow we started building countries inside house walls & the walls outside those walls: an unseen ghetto a cord that did not simply traverse palisades but constructed a great wall an ar chi te ctu re of ru i ns. “may you never reach another life left behind”: the recording of voices made by a technology of an alernative antiquity. Is there a word signifying the absence of nostalgia? The map no longer shows points of departure & arrival life expectancy is replaced by slasher films flashbacks: the component blows up & destroys the machine. Cicadas are not an element of folklore; they are not even insects any more: cicadas have become the sound which condenses into a crust that easily hollows out. Structure as a study in dessication.
Grooves Αdrift in a time of peace a desire for the creation of new landscapes binds itself onto the silence of the brain. Initially inert, the host is deceived at breakneck speed. Something incredible becomes gradually more credible. Machinery is relinquished. Can this be called living? Inner geography and guesswork coincide in the impending transmogrification: things that ought to crawl have now learnt to walk. Dig that groove. In time feedback gradually maximizes & we are lessened. The earth’s pores ought to suffice.
The Biological Fantasy of Weaponry (The Treachery of Images II) 1. Oscillatory processes give the impression of precision: all appropriate capabilities will be applied in a synchronised fashion. We have been invited to join the inspection teams. Joint operations will ensure that an isolated population will be the founding stock of a new species. 2. Operation Overlord was on the to-do list that morning but the storm glass was accurate in its forecast: “the vastness of space will permit a loss of territory”. We have since been forced to adapt. 3. We are using night vision to look at our reflection. We entertain the idea that we are noctilucent creatures. (A silly fantasy) In reality we are ghost channels: You can hear the bang only because we have already heard it ourselves. 4. We contain noise: most days we are little more than wind tunnels. It is only rarely that we fantasize about being a set of cheap barometers registering the existence of sound instead of measuring atmospheric pressure. 5. The sound of a gun going off and the thrush’s song sound identical under extreme atmospheric pressure. When the liquid in the glass is filled with small stars, war of the words ensues. There is a significant difference between mass extinction and background extinction. 6. The hard science of the struggle for existence collides with the activation of the immune reconstitution inflammatory syndrome. The vastness of space will permit memory loss without suffering a mortal blow to our survival. Corroded wiring and a ringing doorbell: how can we be possibly hearing something that should not exist in the first place? 7. Pigmented tissue and epithelial cells contract pulling back folds of smooth muscle; it is only then that you realise that the word “reconstruction” could be made out on the “incised wounds of the left wrist”.
The container (intro) Thus the day came to pass that the container appeared - (right in the middle of a vast landscape populated by machinery) and limbs started growing limbs all over the container’s body the limbs were trying to move the container so that they would be wrestled away from the spot where the container was first discovered - the liquids inside the container would not move with ease. Geological centuries came to pass: the container set out on its voyage.
101. “Once more” There are names for those bodies that think they escape decay in climates where nothing might prosper; there are scientific terms for all those names written on screens which are never switched off so as to light the tracings of ink; the mound grows denser with the continual imbrications & yet it forgives nothing; modern science (a series of capillaceous micromeanings) does not accept anything outside its specific discrete framework & thus we come to read everything again and again only to discover names whose power has increased tenfold, names all written up & arranged in the outline inscribed in thin air: pins, ricepaper covering the back of the frame, 95% ethanol: a code made to adorn walls.
3.14 (Container [another instalment]). and they set out and found on the soil pairs of monkey hand prints pointing towards the north and they set out towards where men grow old and the gods meld into one another - the container could feel in its joints the shifting of the magnetic poles…
0(+2): panaustraliana where might all this be happening? across boundless vistas where currents and geological movements that traverse you maps document the uninterrupted upheavals and incisions maps are sewn on you like wounds that must heal - across vast distances and high speeds. over there - across boundless vistas in between the bodies that move and decay endlessly: maps manifest as dream, reality manifests as assimilation.
08Χ03.97. reading maps late at night (finding ourselves elsewhere from our original landing point with telephone cords in between our legs and elbows elsewhere from where we first appeared) little by little we are learning of the names of all the seas on the moon and in the books we look at pictures of the nun running into the empty seas her veil disappearing as she reaches the other side while we are lying inbetween golden pharaohs & sphinxes underneath windows that were never there inbetween codes and mottoes driving us apart
18+65. the tv screen where is it that I begin where is it that it ends screens + frames + parts on the outer rim of the Inner Dome but these are only temporary until they offer you a bolt-hole and a name although they are not themselves certain that your body is not their own as well.
05/18. (supernova) ...and the horizon becomes the size of a dot (once more) - we are putting back together our life as it was years ago however, we are now copying the horizon of all those things we did not know back then. from this side the supernova folds once more & turns into a black hole - from the other side the star shall be a beacon even though it has lost the solidity of its own image. The velocity of gravity condenses down into a dot: at that very last moment it shall rewrite its personal history under the influence of the symbols scrawled on the walls of the city. From faraway from the other side we might even be able to put together a complete sentence. Now please try to see.
258. Perhaps they might go on after I myself stop: but for the time being «…we are researching, we are researching.» Thousands of thousands of civilisations are now launching counter-attacks in unfathomable depths after the repeated invasions of the frightful machines: now they are even destroying the bridges - what we used to believe in is now relevant to us two alone. “You always looked as if you were expecting something to happen…” (but this was addressed to someone else) Things bend into one another. A common occurence – especially in these depths. What’s left? The impression of disparate images on cells: blue helixes, stones and naked animal bones. And then you find yourself once again in front of the Rocks. 2001: A Space Odyssey and the buzz of the monolith as it is being crushed underneath the low skies in the Antipodes: the snapshot that was never taken during the field trip as the bus was crashing into time.
1907: A fairy tale in scientifically unorthodox terms
The fairy godmothers toy with possibilities above a crib. Then space folds and in the future opposing possibilities work to turn the princess into an orphan, a poor yet beautiful child: this story follows every rule in the book. The law of the attraction of opposites is replaced and simultaneously replicated in novel forms made out of the components constituent to a process like this. The princess is made to wear the clothes of the old and destitute girl inside out. And at that particular moment when the girl realises that the seams of her clothing is inside out, she raises her head from the floor; she gathers the pieces of the cup her father broke and looks outside the window: light (speed: 186,000 miles/second) and sound (335 metres/second), natural forces from a field of potential senses are converted into bundles of possibilities and facts. Surfaces and neurochemical processes reassemble the event: the comet plunges and eventually annihilates a shack in the middle of nowhere. What are the chances? The fall of the comet in the Siberian area of Tunguska was never officially documented. The only thing remaining is but a deep hollow on the ground. After this, the orphan, poor and wretched girl never existed. Her story a crack on an event that was never witnessed by anyone.
This is what has permeated us: the body as it is tangled up with images – it then deflates to display the pores it is made of; the moment when the mirror and memory fold into one another for the express purpose of making you see. Have I been able to locate a way out of here? This is the maze I set up around you and around the room at 13,000 feet in order for me to change — things turned out the way I wanted them to but up until a point: “the only thing remaining is to cross these borders in any way that I can” — the signal can now be found everywhere: like the magician who convinced you that he made the pigeon appear out of thin air.
First come names and categories and then other things that become visible with the passage of time: the moments that have no name at the moment but will become discrete in a few years’ time. The phone as the mediatory of story; inbetween the optic fibres information ignites protocols and transubstantiates the structures holding the receiver and it is the future now and things take names of their own accord: here is a basilisk and there is a Medusa; then more creatures became manifest. When they asked “what am I?” and “what is happening?”, it was obviously too late to receive any answers. And thus they decided to take on names and spread roots – but it was already too late
and then magnetic tapes started announcing the names of others and all of the others again and again