5 ANTI-MANIFESTS

1. The poem operates upon the secret logic of the world

Forced back to drawing boards, the impoverishment complex of Dadaist disgust. Alienism “works” on the premise that complexity is isomorphic to the void. Down a one-way street, accelerated in reverse. Larval pornographies on LSD. Necro-optimization. Crypto-singularity. The polysemy of circulation isn’t merely a concept: Even if sense is indifferent to it, the phantom collective subject shouts Sieg Heil! They built this city with instrumental nihilism. But that’s not why the lights rage in their eyes. Like the flames of Police-state crematoria. Like collapse vectors haloed by rancid ejecta. Even if this ignis fatuus calls itself History. No terror is unspeakable. Unseen doesn’t mean invisible. The witnesses all stood around with cameras raised in menace. Civilization was just their name for the self-destruct button. The children sing Eat the Police till they’re hoarse & its time to suck the Big Lozenge again. All have known the dead hand of cruel masturbations. Only the escaped slave knows how to assassinate the Master. Continue reading “5 ANTI-MANIFESTS”

CONCUSSION PROTOCOLS

Dear Comrades
Not a fortune-teller, soothsayer, charmer, diviner or caster of spells — nor one who consults ghosts and spirits or seeks oracles from the dead — I have nonetheless been wondering about the possibility of confusion and how we might be extinguished. I recently had to ask Thirty-Seven to remind me who Forty-Six was. I have been replying to everyone and then deleting them from the face of the earth. (In the end I got my own lightbulb.) I have been replacing the subject. We might need a new classification — this kind of interaction is completely new to me, I have no idea what the rules of engagement are. I have no idea what is to be shared and what is not to be shared; for instance, during the eighteenth century the difference between history or pornography or fiction wasn’t always obvious. Notwithstanding, I shall set down whatever occurs worthy of my notice, in such a way that — far from impeding progress, far from weighing upon it with rules and regulations — my notes shall in time facilitate the invention of the first fluxgate magnetometer.

Forty-Eight

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ONE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH

The 2010 Cochabamba Agreement makes note of the estimation that “If this pace of over-exploitation of our Mother Earth continues, we will need two planets by the year 2030.” Indeed, research & development has been increasingly directed towards a future of off-world resource exploitation: virtually every known body within the solar system has been analysed & indexed according to what are only, for the time-being, hypothetical forecasts for industrial growth, based on the rate of resource depletion on Earth. Continue reading “ONE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH”

THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEPATHISED

 

ENTROPOCENIC VISTAS

All the aborted golems of self-caused “hyperstition” are but grist to the mill of an interminable analysis of interminable  situations. Avant-futures by remote control. Eco-political teledildonics. What the technē of capital exteriorises is nothing but the movement of its own self-substitution: an excrescent, “alien” libido of inflationary excess, in which the unpresentable gives birth to the unconscionable. If spectacle is the accumulation of capital to such a degree that it becomes an image (Debord), this is because the movement of capital’s accumulation is itself imaginary. Yet what it “externalises” is not an image of any thing, but of the operation of expenditure that produced it: dissipation that accumulates only dissipation. Continue reading “THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEPATHISED”

THE STINK OF AN AUTOPSY REPORT

 

UNE AUTRE RÉVOLUTION EST POSSIBLE

The future of authoritarian techno-cybernetic control rests on cultural foundations: it is necessary to grasp that the Corporate-State has always had, as its ultimate objective, a global “cultural revolution.” That is to say, to establish its own terms not by force but by the production of a “collective subjectivity.” But culture isn’t the “civilian front” of the military-industrial complex, it is the entire battleground. Continue reading “THE STINK OF AN AUTOPSY REPORT”

ALIEN RHYTHMS

There was only one thing that I didn’t like. In the very back of the garage, near the canisters, I could see something silvery. That hadn’t been there before. Well, all right, so there was something silvery, we couldn’t go back now just because of that! I mean it didn’t shine in any special way, just a little bit & in a calm, even a gentle way. I got up, brushed myself off, & looked around. There were the trucks on the lot, just like new. Even newer than they had been the last time I was here. And the gasoline truck, the poor bastard was rusted through & ready to fall apart. I didn’t like the looks of that tire. Its shadow wasn’t right. The sun was at our backs, yet its shadow was stretching towards us. Well, all right, it was far enough away from us. It seemed OK, we could get on with our work. But what was the silvery thing shining back there? Was it just my imagination? Now, the thing to do would be to light up, sit down quietly & think it through – what’s the silver stuff above the canisters… why is the tire’s shadow like that? The Vulture Burbridge told me something about the shadows, that they were weird but harmless. Something happens here with the shadows. But what about that silver stuff? It looks just like a cobweb. What sort of spider could have left it behind? I had never seen any bugs in the Zone.

– Arkady & Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic

 

What is the schema of the spider? The schema of the spider is its web, & its web is the way it occupies space & time.… [T]ake the concept of a spider; the concept of a spider will include all of its anatomical parts & even the physiological functions of the spider. Thus one will encounter that funny sort of organ with which the spider makes its web. But can you deduce from it what we can now call the spatio-temporal being, & the correspondence of the web with the concept of a spider, which is to say with the spider as organism. It’s very curious because it varies enormously according to the species of spider. There are cases of very extraordinary spiders that, when you mutilate one of their legs, which is nevertheless not used for fabrication, make abnormal webs in relation to their own species, they make a pathological web. What happened? As if a disturbance in space & time corresponded to the mutilation.

– Gilles Deleuze, ‘The Schema & Synthesis,’ Lectures on Kant

  

XENOMORPHIC EXTREMISM

Alienness – & the alienation that results from a confrontation with alienness – is the genesis of novelty & change. Wherever one encounters the alien, a mutation or a transformation is not far behind. And yet, because alienness involves an aspect of unknowability & unpredictability – an erasure of the familiar & the homely – it is also one of the things in the world which makes us most afraid. We fear the different & the strange, yet we require these things in order to evolve. This makes for a paradoxical affective relationship with the notions of otherness & difference that alienness encompasses – a bizarre & complex orientation unifying dread & desire. Already there is a kind of geometrical confusion in this: desire drives you forwards, while dread forces you back. As Mark Fisher writes in The Weird & The Eerie, it’s not a simple case of ‘enjoy[ing] what scares us.’ Rather, ‘it has… to do with a fascination for the outside, for that which lies beyond standard perception, cognition & experience,’ an affect that involves terror & distress, but isn’t wholly described by them. Fisher’s invocation of ‘the outside’ immediately brings into play the prefix ‘xeno-,’ a denotation nominating what follows it as foreign or alien – an ‘outsider,’ someone or something that arrives from the outside. Continue reading “ALIEN RHYTHMS”