1. 10:27 1st Apr 2012

    Notes: 6

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    As liberal decency has severed itself from intellectual integrity, and exiled harsh truths, these truths have found new allies, and become considerably harsher. The outcome is mechanically, and monotonously, predictable. Every liberal democratic ‘cause war’ strengthens and feralizes what it fights. The war on poverty creates a chronically dysfunctional underclass. The war on drugs creates crystallized super-drugs and mega-mafias. Guess what? The war on political incorrectness creates data-empowered, web-coordinated, paranoid and poly-conspiratorial werewolves, superbly positioned to take advantage of liberal democracy’s impending rendezvous with ruinous reality, and to then play their part in the unleashing of unpleasantnesses that are scarcely imaginable (except by disturbing historical analogy). When a sane, pragmatic, and fact-based negotiation of human differences is forbidden by ideological fiat, the alternative is not a reign of perpetual peace, but a festering of increasingly self-conscious and militantantly defiant thoughtcrime, nourished by publicly unavowable realities, and energized by powerful, atavistic, and palpably dissident mythologies. That’s obvious, on the ‘Net.

    http://www.thatsmags.com/shanghai/article/1973/the-dark-enlightenment-part-4

     
  2. 12:25 29th Nov 2011

    Notes: 2

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    Vauung seems to think there are lessons to be learnt from this despicable mess. It describes a labyrinth which is nothing but an intricate hall of mirrors, losing you in an ‘unconscious’ which is magnificent beyond comprehension yet indistinguishable from an elaborate trap. If this is Karma it’s not just pain (who fears that?) but ruinous constriction and preprogrammed futility. To burn is one thing. To grovel and beg to burn quite another. Religion here is merely the opportunity to hate yourself infinitely.
    — Nick Land, A Dirty Joke
     
  3. 12:21

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    Much later, after an aeon of speed and revelation in its sister’s car, the ruin is locked into a solitary trajectory. It ‘works’ all night in its office, entangled in byzantine qabbalistic researches. It think its trilobite of a computer (a dedicated word processing machine) is a semiotic revelation from the abyss. Calling to a being named Can Sah it is reward with an alien voice. The tone is absurdly high pitched (ancient demonists described this tone as ‘silvery’). The ruin had been seeking a monster (Vauung), but the voice merely castigates it for its moral squalor - “you’re so horrible” may have been the first message (the tapes are corroded). All the ugliness in the universe was already impacted into this new regime. Real ugliness: God, guilt, Man and the law of acceptance.
    — Nick Land, A Dirty Joke
     
  4. 12:16

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    On one occasion they were wasted on LSD at a fairground, in some type of spinning machine. The operator called out: “You’re all going to die.” Later, back indoors, they plunged deeper into polydrug abuse. Taken up into an obscure shamanic inspiration the ruin said: “Let’s embrace death, the Dark Mother.” Seated on the sofa together, it submitted to an alien ritual authority. It was all very implicit. A finger held to one side of their face-to-faces. “First you collapse everything onto the screen.” The finger traverses the visual field. “Then you wipe away the screen.” It worked, truly. The world withdrew and left the landscape of death, or hell, or cyberspace. Hearts lurching in mammal panic - animals don’t like to be dead, however sick their minds might be. She could not deny what had happened, but hated it. That was the beginning of the end, although she went along with far, far more.
    Addicted to death the ruin sought out new victims. Yes, vampires are real, however pitiful.
    —  Nick Land, A Dirty Joke
     
  5. 12:06

    Notes: 3

    Reblogged from circulationwithinmyskull-deacti

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    On one occasion-indicative even to itself-it was in a car being driven by the sister of its thing (the ruin). It was night, on a motorway. The journey took several hours. During the previous night, Christmas Eve, it had followed its usual course into fanatically prolonged artificial insomnia. It had spent the time devoted to futile ‘writing’ practises-it still pretended to be ‘getting somewhere’ and was buoyant with ardent purpose, but that is another story (an intolerably intricate and pointless one). It was accompanied to the early hours by a repetitive refrain ‘from next door’-a mediocre but plausible rock song whose insistent lyric circled around the words “Going to hell”.
    It knew these words were for it, and laughed idiotically. “They must really love the new CD they got for Christmas”, it thought, equally idiotically.
    In the car it listened to the radio for the whole journey. Each song was different, the genres varied, the quality seemingly above average, the themes tending to the morbid.
    “This is a cool radio station,” it said to its sister.
    “The radio isn’t on,” its sister replied, concerned.
    Vauung learnt that the ruin’s unconscious contained an entire pop industry.
    The ruin learnt that it had arrived, somewhere on the motorway.
    —  Nick Land, A Dirty Joke
     
  6. 19:35 28th Nov 2011

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    Suborganizational pattern is where things really happen. When you strip-out all the sedimented redundancy from the side of the investigation itself - the assumption of intentionality, subjectivity, interpretability, structure, etc - what remains are assemblies of functionally interconnected microstimulus, or tic-systems: coincidental information deposits, seismocryptions, suborganic quasireplicators (bacterial circuitries, polypoid diagonalizations, interphase R-Virus, Echo-DNA, ionizing nanopopulations), plus the macromachineries of their suppression, or depotentiation. Prevailing signaletics and information-science are both insufficiently abstract and over-theoretical in this regard. They cannot see the machine for the apparatus, or the singularity for the model. So tic-systems require an approach that is cosmic-abstract - hypermaterialist - and also participative, methods that do not interpret assemblies as concretizations of prior theories, and immanent models that transmute themselves at the level of the signals they process. Tic-systems are entirely intractable to subject/object segregation, or to rigid disciplinary typologies. There is no order of nature, no epistemology or scientific metaposition, and no unique level of intelligence. To advance in this area, which is the cosmos, requires new cultures or - what amounts to the same - new machines.
    — Nick Land, Barker Speaks: The CCRU Interview with Professor D.C. Barker
     
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  8. 10:38 23rd Sep 2011

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  9. A Brief History of Geotrauma or: The Invention of Negarestani

     
  10. 09:16 6th Sep 2011

    Notes: 1

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    Vaughn: [Zoned-out into the blue] They want to transmute us — replace us – with something unspeakable, with a bionic monstrosity from beyond the blue screen. Our metropolises are turning into, into … Actually they were never ours. The deep ones, the Haibao, were always using them to modify us, using us to make them – that’s the circuit: alien animation. It was a cosmic gamble, a bet, and now they’re raking it in …

    Dr Goodwhite: [Turns pale, a hideous comprehension dawning] Better city, better life …