It TURNS OUT the never-ending cyclical revenge tale of Romonde Contreras can be summed up in the motto "Nothing Moves, Yet Eternities Tremble"... Something I would like to see emblazoned upon an honorary coat of arms for this our SICK SAD KNIGHT of the ages. We learn this issue that we are all children of Abracadabraham, the channel surfing patri-anarch, and that this perpetual channel surfing is dialectically generating a new kind of moistened gnosticism. Heady stuff, but OF KEY IMPORTANCE!
This is followed by another exciting episode of the ANTI ASTHMATIC COOKING channel… Arguably the most therapeutic experience on the Internet. It performs simultaneously the function of purgation, meditation, and the medieval concept of a “memento mori”... Although in this case, it’s more like a “memento choppo”... In an ordinary cooking view, we identify with the hands. After getting Shem’s ANTI-ASMR treatment, we are suddenly forced through the largo tempo and extreme concentration to identify with the VICTIM VEGETABLE, aka the Object to be Chopped (in Kantian lingo). A most disconcerting reversal.
It was at this moment that I found out much to my dismay that I was compromised in my career through explicit association in the CREEPSTEIN FILES. The fifteenth asterisk on page 9 is clearly referring to my person. AH WELL. As Shem saith, "Put cola in the IV tube of dying rats" and move on. I must say I greatly appreciate Shem’s untimely anti-news, and especially his patent-pending occult art of SYMPATHETIC UNREDACTION… Seemingly a chaotic gibberish of upsets, but in actuality, working its way through the news cycle IN REVERSE like some maddened Burroughsian virus. We we expect great things. WE LEARN HOW THE NIGHT MOVES.
The final segment on MAL.ISM is a hyperattractant. The association with the techno-loa is actually reminiscent of the plot of Gibson’s Count Zero. The difference being that here we get some highly specific technical acronyms, and a much more conclusive global consequence, which is about damn time if you ask me. We should especially not rush over the gaze of that beautiful fragmentary VISAGE, the face of something perturbing in the code.
Haha we disagree on Neuromancer but agree on Wild Palms - I'll take it! Neuromancer is a little obscure and dense and hard to read, he was still kind of a clunky writer at that point, so I get why it may not be everyone's cup of tea. He's more fully formed by Pattern Recognition, but even then he's an acquired taste and I could see why it might be annoying to some. He was actually hugely influenced by Burroughs, to the point where he had to completely negate his style to avoid slavishly imitating him. I think of his writing sometimes as "Burroughs by other means"
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It TURNS OUT the never-ending cyclical revenge tale of Romonde Contreras can be summed up in the motto "Nothing Moves, Yet Eternities Tremble"... Something I would like to see emblazoned upon an honorary coat of arms for this our SICK SAD KNIGHT of the ages. We learn this issue that we are all children of Abracadabraham, the channel surfing patri-anarch, and that this perpetual channel surfing is dialectically generating a new kind of moistened gnosticism. Heady stuff, but OF KEY IMPORTANCE!
This is followed by another exciting episode of the ANTI ASTHMATIC COOKING channel… Arguably the most therapeutic experience on the Internet. It performs simultaneously the function of purgation, meditation, and the medieval concept of a “memento mori”... Although in this case, it’s more like a “memento choppo”... In an ordinary cooking view, we identify with the hands. After getting Shem’s ANTI-ASMR treatment, we are suddenly forced through the largo tempo and extreme concentration to identify with the VICTIM VEGETABLE, aka the Object to be Chopped (in Kantian lingo). A most disconcerting reversal.
It was at this moment that I found out much to my dismay that I was compromised in my career through explicit association in the CREEPSTEIN FILES. The fifteenth asterisk on page 9 is clearly referring to my person. AH WELL. As Shem saith, "Put cola in the IV tube of dying rats" and move on. I must say I greatly appreciate Shem’s untimely anti-news, and especially his patent-pending occult art of SYMPATHETIC UNREDACTION… Seemingly a chaotic gibberish of upsets, but in actuality, working its way through the news cycle IN REVERSE like some maddened Burroughsian virus. We we expect great things. WE LEARN HOW THE NIGHT MOVES.
The final segment on MAL.ISM is a hyperattractant. The association with the techno-loa is actually reminiscent of the plot of Gibson’s Count Zero. The difference being that here we get some highly specific technical acronyms, and a much more conclusive global consequence, which is about damn time if you ask me. We should especially not rush over the gaze of that beautiful fragmentary VISAGE, the face of something perturbing in the code.
VOTE SHEM SHELLEY FOR ACCELERANT BAILIFF, NOW
Wow! Never knew about Count Zero! I kinda hated Neuromancer and never touched anything he wrote, except the weird Wild Palms Reader he contributed to.
Haha we disagree on Neuromancer but agree on Wild Palms - I'll take it! Neuromancer is a little obscure and dense and hard to read, he was still kind of a clunky writer at that point, so I get why it may not be everyone's cup of tea. He's more fully formed by Pattern Recognition, but even then he's an acquired taste and I could see why it might be annoying to some. He was actually hugely influenced by Burroughs, to the point where he had to completely negate his style to avoid slavishly imitating him. I think of his writing sometimes as "Burroughs by other means"