Rhetoric of the Apocalypse: Strategic Air Command, Omaha http://www.alansondheim.org/SAC1.jpg https://youtu.be/Zl8w2BeB2yg VIDEO http://www.alansondheim.org/SAC2.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/SAC3.jpg Details of MISSION CONTROL are lost enormous cost of missiles and now hypersonic and then these displays, nuclear but slow the death of a single person is not worth it or radiation's slow burn that's this mapping, humans gone asunder and here i am complaining about cheap cameras enhancing fx, covering the wounds of bad repro we can do this, we can do this now minuteman missiles, launch pads every target is a wall against the flesh against the flesh of the observer at least by which i mean you don't smell or hear zilch protection against the elements o nuclear launch you can almost touch it finger on the button or something else on something else or someone else on something else or someone else on someone else you do it you do the math, cheap camera trick cheap game, some space rented out for a marriage something or other people milling about, it's all clean here clean and proper bodies, think through that rendering, only 4:31:48 to go, always wonder will this machine make it, bear witness or bare witness, lest we forget time becomes the plinth of time in the magic of the moment of display in the brilliance of display 1d 2d 3d it's as if the wound never existed as if the carapace of the world was safe not the missile's fury when there's no time for the eye to see mouth to open something or other to hear watch what you want of this, it goes nowhere, the result of cheap cameras, speed expanded within speed like this [...[.....]...] interval and interval something about drifting well you know how it is how much that where does time go in the hypersonic you can eat in the cafeteria buy stuff even something that says SPACE FORCE excitement mounts to a fury, such death at a distance, some things never land dead satellites dead earth beneath they're there, the missiles, sleek dark planes to be fetishized, they fit the body like a glove, you know the kind you can't take them home with you, you can take the models, cool running in your stream of desire press this button to abort, or press nothing one kid running to hell and back i'm trying to make a film nobody control's the kid no one else is there maybe the mother's there sometimes i see her someone who looks like her we don't get here often halfway cross country all roads slope in every direction whichaway haven't thought of that meanwhile furious empty bomb-housing that say INERT they're waiting like the rest of us for hypersonic or fire or water or massacre slowly, hand- by-hand like tv seasons waiting for whatever's to come whatever channel you're watching they all end up the same +++ _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list NetBehaviour@lists.netbehaviour.org https://lists.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
