THAT “there’s no other to cyberspace, no air anywhere”
THAT “the body appears to breath, its organs duplicated everywhere, laminated across the constructed world”
THAT “the invisible as the defined excluded, ‘excluded’ from the field of visibility and ‘defined’ as excluded”
THAT “there’s a mass psychosis underway, as if being offline meant you’re somehow deficient, in education, worldliness, style, income, and geographic location”
THAT “art became style, and has never left that position”
THAT “introjections of simulacra do strange things to human beings; the fallout’s just begun, and there’s no end to cite”
THAT “cyberspace presents the imagining of infinite territory, signs, cultures, spaces, depths, storage, bandwidth; New World genocide is just around the corner. If as I would have it, the flood is the hardening and construct of new capital, new consumption – if the flood is, in fact, creating the new subject subtended to the maw of the idiotic corporate (idiotic in the sense of Rosset, blunt, unresponsive, in-itself, ‘there,’ and not in the sense of ‘idiocy’), then we will witness a new form of anomie ‘within,’ in the midst of horrendous poverty and ecological catastrophe ‘without’
THAT “which returns us once again, to the phenomenology of the ‘cool,’ … “the pastiche of historicism, the layered or morphed landscape, the promise of the digital eternal – what’s ‘cool’
THAT “the notes, the ‘holes’ in the thing, become plateaus of past practices, maybe even colonialisms, they remained strange attractors, bending, cries, going on around them, in spite of them”
THAT “the measure of the eyelid is the measure of the cave or cyberspace, the world always already fallen when it is told so. The ‘cartoon’ is the sign of the world, the sign’s horizon, unreachable debris. The cartoon is the world gone awry in the face of the symbol; the oracle was the first cartoon, which still (Mickey Mouse) carries something (Donald Duck) prophetic (Krazy Kat) about it. This is why cartoons anger us, draw us within their stumbled power. This is why clowns, clawing the world apart, beg us to kill them.”
THAT “space of reading which is always open, penetrated, a perforated space splayed for reply or deletion and therefore fragile, the space of a membrane, torn-space, there is always ‘this’ space as the other end/other hand, space of writing which is foreclosed, null after sending”
THAT “save to file (slave to file”
THAT is an excerpt from Kevin Magee / to write as speech
other islands in this text-fed stream
