Outwardly Coiling Context Collapse

DeForrest Brown Jr.


Chatter as shroud + anxiety amid receding horizon = negative potential


The net gives everyone this strange sense of anxiety and vulnerability, and to cope people create these subjective safe spaces and lash out. Too much information, too much transparency breeds contempt for the Real. Friction in trustless intimate spaces gives way to irritation gives way to irrational, reactionary xenophobia. The Future = skin-to-skin contact, peer-to-peer exchange rendered as foreign and novel. Global village must be re-engineered, re-learned. Everyday life has no affect, no release, only infinite reciprocal titillation. Connection is a catalyst, communion is a virus, cooperation is a fatality. The Club as hologram, the net cafe discussion as complete projective lie. The crash isn't the devastating part, it's the realizing that you were never moving to begin with. The foot is firmly planted on a proverbial pedal, but the engine only backfires in response. That's the future: Incident, check the damage, fix the problem, start from the beginning; there never was a beginning.

The phrase "enlarge my territory" is a lyric from a gospel song.


Conceptual heft of creative procedure reduced down to exactly that, a procedure, a finely tuned list of ordered operations upon which the artist-technician, the "blank-collar worker" must subscribe.

There will be no copernican turn, only failure and the mechanization thereof

Flannery O'Connor's God-haunted south

Acidic demise, chimerization as decomposition

Modular Youth and the gesture of destroying, the indelible

The context of the club is bleak. The club is like an asylum, everyone is there for a reason, escaping the 'outside.' The club is the brief, Kafka-esque waking-nightmare where the individual gets away from the nightmare of everyday banalities.

808 drum machine as Deleuzean War Machine.


"A Human being is in fact completely in the world, but in such a way as to stand apart from the world." Flusser goes on to say that, "[t]o him the world as environment is an object. That allows him to gesticulate, to behave as a subject. The world is fundamentally entropic." - Vilèm Flusser (Gestures)

The act of a freefall, is a tetherless, swift motion. The body leaps and dives and rockets straight down. As this happens there is the velocity, the quickness with which objects shoot past you, you shoot past them, distinctions blur. The distance is wide and deep, but tied together through the act of compression and release. This alludes to an end of compositional prowess, potentiality. There are exponential combinations and then there are enumerated axes for dissolves, this is a nihilistic act: watch music, and its compositional possibilities decay. The human hand, upon the computer instrument composed of radically enumerated source material.

Trance music as an industriously poetic interpretation of a Samuel Barber imagining of ozone compression and ecological calamity, i.e. total human desolation.


explore anemia, poverty

Materiality is ensconced and enveloped by the vaporous. The utility of speed and the intense lack of control in speed causes actions to become more impressionistic and built around the absence of immediate perceivability. The affinity towards arresting all intention and autonomy in favor of a more technocratic, mathematically based expression is very much like Deleuze's conceptions of time where you're being flung through collapsing temporal figures, hanging on the outside of being; but inside, within the subjective state, time appears to be very much self-sustaining, cyclical. This discretionary time is distinctly non-Euclidean, whereas as the Euclidean mode consists of materials being tied to their coordinate positions according to our filtered - though real - visual and cognitive reasoning. The non-Euclidean operation, in this instance, would be seemingly abstract. Philosopher and mathematician Hans Reichenbach while interrogating non-Euclidean topological modes, described it as being that which exists in a circuitous - and thusly - vague space. Objects within a non-Euclidean geometric mode would be mis-aligned with its surroundings, and when in motion, appear to phase in and out of time in strange and nonsensical intervals. So, in immediate relation to the artist and their output, the work post-crash could be founded on conjugated particles in disparate space. This essentially takes the principles of aleatoric minimalist music (music that is founded on calculated chance) and applies them to jazz chord progressions. From this, entire worlds are constructed in fluctuating space.

The sonic microbes, the remnants of some lost digital particles are rotated backwards. This act is beautiful, entrenched inside of figures of “Object-oriented ontology.”

Sculpting tangible forms from frequencies, posited in the center, dancing in posthuman immanence.

Viractualism as the topological space in which music exists, the Hegelian geist plane.

#postcrash = blood orgy disco


Mangled, bloody carcass in a glossy Her-esque environment.

Anterior nostalgia for the grotesque femininization of the Lovecraftean

There is no hope in #postcrash, only the automatic, the automated, the performance of the expected and indelible. It is banal, banal beauty.

Identity is architectural, a construction of a series of moments that ultimately collapse into a fiction of functional archived bits

Cleaned up, romantic dystopian metropolis as functional, organic, rhizomatic, viractual labyrinth of archived signifiers

History is contained in a generative flux. All metaphysics are physics, structures constructing and unfolding phenomenons, meshing.

The internet was discovered not invented

Move away from the socio-political constructs while not collapsing into the object.

"Life is very long when you're lonely." - the Smiths (The Queen is Dead)


Opinions are generated from data streams.

Lubricated boundless object out running itself to realization.

Histogenetic deep-time emergence

You work so hard to realize how far behind you are. The materials simply weren't there.

The world is just so different than how it was presented to be. And autodidactism only goes so far, there's no stability in that.

All an artist can do is speculate about the potential of a system, not even the system itself; and wait for reality to fill in the gaps.

There just needs to be a metabolic auto-generative art that destroys itself upon impact.

I've sort of envisioned the future of music, as an interpretive device, sounding like net-power electronics concréte disco with Blondie-esque spoken word overlaid--total loving, prophetic destruction: a cold chanteuse over disassembling sounds.


I realize now that I must focus on the ascetic artist-technician's will to, the joy of dissolution. The self is a virus that counters art.

Southern Gothic anime featuring Negarestani inspired, unobject leviathans

My over zealous sense of morality has always been my worse enemy.

Eschat-tectonics


Ecosophic asphyxiation, the tightening tendrils of diffuse upon potentially utopian conjectures....

Technospirituality giving way to platforms that usurp the memory. Experiences as logs that last forever outside of the territory of the self

Vertigo: astral-projects approximately two-inches outside of the body. Hegelian [Cartesian?] residue sprinkles the first series of moments thereafter.

Transfigurative metropolis destabilized by free form assimilation, self-participles gathering and distributing itself across free jazz, post-structrualist modes, forever in fluxing flux to "be"

Dromoscopic microclimate reframed, refracted, recapitulated.


"Turning and turning in the widening gyre" - William Butler Yeats





TRACKLISTING

Viktor Timofeev - Pan Humana

communicvoid - we/infect b

Kepla - mouth sketch

darkmatter - synthetic dub

Yearking Kru - Hungover in Zanarkland (Fifth Era Valley of the Shadow of Death - For P.C. mix)

Orchine (ornine and Cian O'Neill) - By The Irish Hand Of Thanatos

[teddy bear eats a pumpkin]

Kepla - Hersh

❀yikii.✧✲゚ - I am turning into a zombie

Viktor Timofeev - Pan Humana