In another time, I was making blueprints for the shu guwa daktut ubu bit tishpan nana har debubihalu debu debi di chan ugupta, but the work was interrupted by some ogre who jumped out from behind a slab of magenta sky, and I was mesmerized on the spot between the poison I was wiping from my lips and the face behind the face I saw looking at me from the sky. The second hypothesis is the definitive abandoning of modernity. This would give birth to a new form of (sub)politics having renounced all ideas of autonomy and governance, accompanied by new notions of the perception and assimilation of speed. It would also entail new relationships between the individual and the society, which, by definition, are impossible to predict. Even so, the problems of desynchronisations discussed above would not go away, and the end of acceleration would still not be in sight. The running sores of black magic / The wounds of white magic / / A slow volcanic ash / Superimposes plumes of marrow / … / Deep into the erasure of glyphs. So, from the point of view of the theatre, the question will arise whether the Life of Galileo is to be presented as a tragedy or as an optimistic play. Is the keynote to be found in Galileo’s “Salutation to the New Age” in scene 1 or in certain parts of scene 14? The place of the conventional curtain is taken by a small white screen suspended on both sides on metal wires about a yard above the stage. “Is anyone else being woken by the robin that is singing before dawn? If so, please contact me by phone or email, so we can arrange for management to deal with this problem.” So reads the rather ominous flyer plastered near the elevators in my new apartment building. First Afghanistan. Then Iraq. Now this. We are in the middle of Manhattan, and people are freaked out -- tormented even -- by the tiny flecks of nature still perched on this island. Still existing in this life. It’s like what Yale Girl & a Nice Guy write: complete autonomizzle of capital: a mechanistic utopia where human beings become simple accessoriez of a automated system, though still retainin a executizzle role; mutation of tha human being, or rather a chizzle of tha species: thang of a perfectly programmable bein which has lost all tha characteristics of tha species Homo sapiens. This would not require a automatized system, since dis slick human bein would be made ta do whatever is required; generalized lunacy: up in tha place of human beings, n’ on tha basiz of they present limitations, capital realizes every last muthafuckin thang they desire (normal or abnormal) yo, but human beings cannot find theyselves n’ enjoyment continually lies in tha future. Da human bein is carried off up in tha run-away of capital, n’ keeps it going. What would Chad W Mulligan say? Tkelkaknaosfdnlasikaliasdkvoawlknloiansd! Asivnowaid! Aks mdvaw pnrevlknhdf! Ksaoifdngoa! Asfdghaowriuo powpeojp aroiwrjsaindfv wrfawf! But what’s like a deck / A deck is evening, the evening chamber / The evening chamber as the evening draws back / The evening draws back to planet-original color / Planet-original color, a glass wall / A glass wall long enough to stand by / By then walking myself to glass / Because why? Because Beethoven, matryoshka dolls and theremins. “Nice cane, Lady!” exclaims boy of about 8 or 9 to me today. “Well thanks” I say, even though it looks like nothing more to me than, well, a cane. Now I really want to deck this stick out somehow ... Carvings, notches, stickers of wildlife? “It was a turbulent age, stained purple / Like a twisted arcade … ” Glitter bomb! At 24, its author’s age at death, I resolved to memorize Maldoror and transport him internally. As my copy would not slip into my jacket pocket, I seized steel rule and razor, excising all excess from its margins, carving it to fit, that I might wear it everywhere for hex protection. “Inventing wolves to defend the light …”
The Martians are
moving furniture around
the IKEA of my
Meanwhile Fukushima California
Radioactive Pinot Noir
have a new problem
on their grapes.
Meanwhile Pussy Riot Edward Snowden Bradley Manning 35 years.
There is a scene in this comic where Bruce Wayne is training in the yard in front of Wayne Manor, in this scene he side kicks a tree in half, not a baby tree but a full grown tree with winter-thick branches and everything. I wrote a William Carlos Williamsesque poem about it on May 15th:
Year OneI didn’t like the part
where the Batman
kicked the tree
Think of all our countless past endeavors and harebrained dreams throughout our lives that we no longer support or believe in for whatever reason. Think about the source of what originally birthed whatever moral imperatives we have been compelled by over the years. Then ask yourself, how does the acceptance of NTE not completely undermine the basis of that imperative? What becomes of a moral necessity, if the essence, prospect or vitality that spurs its urgency has been lost completely? What exactly are we doing, in still attempting to fight “the good fight,” if we fully accept all has been lost? And now, we’re ruminating on the essence of our ethical obligations, in full acceptance that the whole concept of anthropocentric morality will soon be completely erased? All the lights behind our cultural projectors have burned out, all our stories will soon be lost. Time to put our sacred cows out to pasture, for how can our continued belief in the urgency of our past imperatives — post acceptance of NTE — be considered anything other than anachronistic? We were too late in discovering our species had been unknowingly charged with the stewardship of maintaining a precious equilibrium, and due to the absence of our collective wisdom, our remaining time is now beyond this natural world, where we are but subjects to the wrath of thermodynamics. I’m coming to suspect that the cognitive dilemma of NTE might merit an entirely new branch of ontology. What does it mean to be present with NTE? How does one reckon the end of everything? The science has delivered us, but unto what … other than our knees? NTE is a cultural event horizon, that once we allow ourselves to fully accept it, nothing else in this life will be able to escape its ruthless draw. From a macro perspective, nonlinear rates of climatic change, as they applies to humanity, is a Singularity. It will in all probability be the first and last the human race will ever experience. We are both observers and participants in a game of incalculable factors against impossible odds with an inescapable blunt ending. And this is what we’re attempting to make sense of?
[Note: Sources: Philip Lamantia, “Inside the Journey”, “Babbel”, “New Babbel”, “Redwood Highway”, in The Collected Poems of Philip Lamantia (eds. Garrett Caples, Andrew Joron, Nancy Joyce Peters); “Hartmut Rosa: The acceleration of time”, at europa star, 17 Feb 012; Bertolt Brecht, “The Life of Galileo is not a tragedy” (tr. John Willett) in Life of Galileo; Bertolt Brecht, The Rise and Fall of the City of Mahagonny (trs. WH Auden and Chester Kallman); Dominic Pettman, IN DIVISIBLE CITIES, quoted in punctum books, FB post, 21 Aug 013; JBR; JBR, but see next; “Preliminary Materials for a Critique of the Nice Guy Yale Girl Nice Woman Nihilist Feminist”, at Anarchist News, 20 Aug 013; JBR, but see John Brunner, Stand on Zanzibar; kevin mcpherson eckhoff, quoted in Gary Barwin, “Outsourcery: biography by any other's name / kevin mcpherson eckhoff’s ‘Jumble’ from his Their Biography”, at Jacket2, 21 Aug 013; Jessica Laser, “Planet Glass”, at Boston Review, 21 Aug 013; JBR, but see Phil Plait, “OooooWWWWEEEEEOOOOooo to Joy”, at Slate, 17 Aug 013 (I think I kinda lifted that bit from FB somewhere but can’t recall where …); Anastasia Hager, FB post and comment, 21 Jul 013; Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle, “Tales from the Crypt V: Geoffrey Cruickshank-Hagenbuckle on Le Comte de Lautrémont”, at Montevidayo, 21 Aug 013; Filip Marinovich, “STATEMENT FOR THE PUFF-PUFF-PASS POST by Filip Marinovich Wolfman Librarian”, at Wolfman Librarian, 21 Aug 013; JBR; John Sakkis, “7. Batman Year One- Frank Miller/ David Mazzucchelli”, at Both Both, 21 Aug 013; Daniel A Drumright, “The irreconcilable acceptance of near-term extinction”, at Nature Bats Last, 28 Apr 013]