three: / $ sex dump, Psychosis, Abraded
/ $ sex dump
bash: sex: not found
/ $
/ $ h h
bash: h: not found
/ $ history
1 ls
2 ls
3 cd mnt
4 cd ext_sdcard/
5 mv notes notes.txt
6 exit
7 cd /mnt/ext_sdcard/
8 ls
9 ftp panix.com
10 exit
11 cd /mnt/ext_sdcard/
12 ftp panix.com
13 exit
14 netstat
15 !
16 r
17 netstat
18 whois
19 host
20 dig
21 who
22 w
23 netstatt
24 netstat
25 cd /mnt/e
26 cd /mnt/ext_sdcard/
27 netstat | zz
28 netstat zz
29 wc zz
30 h h
31 history
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bash: gum: not found
/ $
/ $
Psychosis
I talk and write to myself; I do this by a circuitous route
through social media. Words and images swirl around me; there
are a very few people who follow my work, who earn immense
gratitude. They are my soul's mirrors, if such existed, an
indication that language has a reflex art of communication,
although everything might be changed in every direction within
the semantic plane. The coordinates of the plane - its divisions
- are irrelevant; one might use one's own labels, if one were
reading, watching, listening. One is an active receptor. How
many of us are there, working fundamentally for ourselves,
waiting for the Festschrift, for recognition? How much is lost
in misinterpretation, misreading, misrecognition?
Psychosis enters with belief, belief in the stability of at
least a minimally receptive world. Such a world imbues itself
with meaning, bootstraps. The meaning can only return within its
own to a fundamentalism - of belief, theory, cohesion; belief is
always classical, always existing within the chimera of eternal
stability. Without belief, writing becomes a form of articulated
debris; with it, writing turns towards inerrant masquerade. What
lies between the two is ordinary discourse, and writing has no
place for that, no matter the articulating structure or mask of
anonymity.
We are all anonymous, all marked and demarcated; the psychotic
does not know, or recognize, that. Instead, the psychotic
proceeds as if there is the possibility of 'real' communication,
'real' communality - as if the circuitous route 'really' led
somewhere other than, momentarily, the self on the path towards
death and incommunicality. All these routes and files, all these
utterances, all beneath the sign of the enunciated on the
material-digital plane! _That_ way lies psychosis - and there is
no other.
Abraded
http://www.alansondheim.org/abrasion.mp4
It's the middle plate - striated, scored, abraded,
an artifact of digital processing, stopping and
starting, scraping the surface of mineral ice, or
a substance nearly broken, the smooth surrounding
waters, discomfiture, almost uncanny, sloughing
the rasp or broken raster, the central perturbing
mass, almost floating, caught uncrushed, there;
it's the middle plate, the middle plate, holding
crashed, scoriated by the urge of writing or
pulsion of inscription, chattered against the
narratology of flux - or rather flux against the
chattering of the image, smashed against selfhood,
all a bother, bothersome.
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