“Russian fishermen catch squeaking alien and eat it.” Eating seems like a tune to me now. An autumnal nose on a Sunday afternoon. A tone too deep for peacocks. I’m the unwanted stain on the shirt you love but never knew existed. (Don’t really know what that’s supposed to mean but yeah, Africa!) I made it. I totally did it. Now what? My life is a freestyle. Yesterday I take out cash and don't realize that I left my card in the ATM, in an Ethiopian shopping center, till this morning. I go back to the bank only to find someone, some beautifully kind Ethiopian, has returned my card. The karma is a factor because before I left Belgium I found a card at the ATM and slid it under the bank’s door (because it was closed for the weekend). BAM! WOW! And that's what happens when you don't fuck a stranger in the ass! Good story, huh? What else? Fuck what we know. Idiot. Syzygy reflects upon this sacrament and its loss by presenting the lake’s surface as a photographic opening or focal plane / plain that, as a consequence of modernity, no longer mirrors or reciprocates the heavens. In this and most works in the project the kinetic ‘touch’ of creatures and emulsions and the photochemical ‘punctum’ of ancient cosmic light imprinting the final capture articulate an indexical reciprocity with the site and stars. “They could only give us answers at the level of barbarians.” I wanted my rage to unspool into a pretty new dress. Ideally it would be a poison garment. But inverted — so that the poison was external — and in its effect, the poison would be an amnesiac, and what we would forget is “history” — not as its content (though the content of history would be saved only in the form of exception), but entirely as its form (Hegelian and occluded). I had a reparative fantasy: “and some day these men will talk among themselves of these things they did, they will say can you believe we once lived like that, and those were our thoughts, and we did not hesitate to say them aloud? Then they will be embarrassed, and sad, and paint each other’s nails with Silvia Frederici fan art, and make each other soup which while not yet delicious, is better than what they made before.” The basic nova mechanism is very simple: Always create as many insoluble conflicts as possible and always aggravate existing conflicts -- This is done by dumping life forms with incompatible conditions of existence on the same planet -- There is of course nothing “wrong” about any given life form since “wrong” only has reference to conflicts with other life forms -- The point is these forms should not be on the same planet --Their conditions of life are basically incompatible in present time form and it is precisely the work of the Nova Mob to see that they remain in present time form, to create and aggravate the conflicts that lead to the explosion of a planet that is to nova--At any given time recording devices fix the nature of absolute need and dictate the use of total weapons -- Like this: Take two opposed pressure groups -- Record the most violent and threatening statements of group one with regard to group two and play back to group two -- Record the answer and take to back to group one -- Back and forth between opposed pressure groups -- This process is known as “feed back” -- You can see it operating in any bar room quarrel -- In any quarrel for that matter -- Manipulated on a global scale feeds back nuclear war and nova -- These conflicts are deliberately created and aggravated by nova criminals -- The Nova Mob: “Sammy The Butcher,” “Green Tony,” “Goldman the Sac,” “Iron Claws,” “Vladimir Pukeman,” “The Brown Artist,” “Jacky Blue Note,” “Limestone John,” “Izzy The Push,” “Mitt the Shit,” “Hamburger Mary,” “Paddy The Sting,” “Chicky Fil-A”, “Pat 700,” “The Subliminal Kid,” “The Blue Dinosaur,” and “Mr. & Mrs. D,” also known as “Mr. Bradly Mr. Martin” also known as “The Ugly Spirit” thought to be the leader of the mob -- The Nova Mob -- In all my experience as a police officer I have never seen such total fear and degradation on any planet -- We intend to arrest these criminals and turn them over to the biological department for the indicated alterations.
[Note: Sources: voyou, “Test 4”, at Voyou Desoeuvre, 16 Aug 012 (cancelled post); Chuck Stebelton, “from Revival”, at Woodland Pattern; Oscar Rickett, Mark Anderson, anonymous letter writer, as quoted in Rickett’s and Anderson’s “A CRINGEWORTHY LETTER FROM AN IDIOT WHO WANTS TO SAVE AFRICA”, at Vice, 16 Aug 012; Harry Nankin, “Statement”, at Syzygy; Mariarosa Dalla Costa, and Anne Boyer, as quoted in Boyer’s “When They Met Us”, at EAGLED THEMED FASHION / FOURIERIST PSYCHOLOGY / PATAPHYSICAL CITIZENRY, 16 Aug 012; William S Burroughs, Nova Express (hat tip to Susan M Schultz)]