1. Automation is what transforms chaos into logos, therefore it’s hardly a surprise we’ve ended up mistaking automation for a god. Any attempt to automate, for instance, the absurd —by means of repetition, by making it organized and predictable—, would result in reason sequestering absurdity. This might sound amusing, but it actually depletes the absurd of its full cognitive potential. Automation and looping, as the history of the gentrification of 20th century’s artistic and sociopolitical avantgardes shows very well, must be applied cautiously. Continue reading “SOME REFLECTIONS ON POLITICAL AUTOMATION”
ALIENIST Magazine #7 (January 2020): AUTOMATIC AUTONOMIA
FIVE ANTI-MANIFESTS / THE STINK OF AN AUTOPSY REPORT / THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEPATHISED / ONE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH / THE HOST FEASTS UPON ITS “PARASITES” / A NEW DECADE OF ALIENISM / AUTOMATIC AUTONOMIA / VELVET AUTONOMY, AUTOMATIC ANNIVERSARIES / SOME REFLECTIONS ON POLITICAL AUTOMATION / ENTROPOLOGY / THE YAK & THE RAM / FROM GREEN ACCELERATIONISM (G/ACC) TO APPROPRIATE ACCELERATIONISM (APP/ACC) / ALIENIST AUTONOMEDIA / CAPITAL-[[ANTI]]CHRIST / SLENDER MAN & KNIFING AS HORROR-COMMUNICATION / REPLICATIVE DEATH ORDER / DE NUIT DEBOUT AUX GILETS JAUNES / EVERY REVOLUTION IS A THROW OF DICE / THE SACRED DEBT / MARTIAN / RIDE THE CYBERTRUCK / HYPE COLLAPSE / FLASH FLOOD / RETURN SELF NEW Continue reading “ALIENIST 7”
To the pyrocumulus, thou art the worm our father, roar upon the deep!
Continue reading “A NEW DECADE OF ALIENISM”
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”
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.
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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”