MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

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  • Suits, Spooks and Deadbeats

    The gray men in pin stripes, their brains wired to the Stock Exchange, see a virus in production. More pistons pumping, more rivets red-hot, that means fewer digits flickering on their screens. They’d be tossed aside, obsolete cogs in a machine that’s learned to build itself. No, production’s a dirty word in their vocabulary, a…

  • The Eternal Champion

    The Real, the Symbolic, and the Imaginary The Eternal Champion, particularly Elric of Melniboné, revolves around three orders: Elric’s Lack and the Desire for the Other Lacan suggests that humans are forever driven by a sense of lack and the desire for the Other, a wholeness we can never achieve. Elric embodies the Lacanian concept…

  • Insincere Grotesque

    The West, a stagnant swamp choked by the fetid corpses of dead idols. Art? A necrotic circus, clowns with painted-on grins hawking pre-packaged rebellion. We sniff the air, gagging on the stench of insincerity. Beauty? A lobotomized Barbie doll, plastic smile stretched taut, eyes vacant. We crave the grotesque, a jolt to the numbed senses.…

  • The Master’s Tools

    The master’s tools. Cold steel of logic, grammars of control, steely rhetoric that binds and blinds. Words become bullets in the machine, pre-programmed to fire on targets pre-defined. You pick them up, these tools, polished with the sweat of the dominated, and a thrill snakes up your arm – the illusion of power. But the…

  • They’re Coming

    The city stretched like a scabrous centipede, its neon lights pulsing like infected ganglia. Bill Lee, face etched with a roadmap of past addictions, weaved through the throng, his trench coat flapping like a tattered wing. Reality, a flimsy scrim, threatened to tear at any moment, revealing the writhing chaos beneath. A cockroach scuttled across…

  • Good Ideals, Good Ideas or Good Deals. Choose Only Two.

    Forget ideals, chum. Ideals are glittering junk in the psychic storefront, promises that morph into rusty chains once you sign on the dotted line. Shiny promises that curdle in your gut. You want somethin’ real, somethin’ that’ll kick your ass and leave you breathless, not some sugar-coated lie. Now, ideas… ideas are the writhing serpents…

  • The Neon Bazaar

    Just a taste of the sprawling sprawl, the endless sprawl of the Linux kernel. Lines of code stretching back into the mists of time, a bazaar of brilliance held together by duct tape and chewing gum. Here, nestled amongst the device drivers and memory managers, could lurk ghosts in the machine. They wouldn’t be flashy,…

  • Dopamine

    https://www.honest-broker.com/p/the-state-of-the-culture-2024 Yes, dopamine, you said. The sweet lure, the flashing neon, the promise of reward that keeps the flesh on our bones and the monkeys pulling the levers. Ah, dopamine, the glistening lure of the Other’s image, reflected back in a distorted funhouse mirror. It sutures the fragmented pre-symbolic infant into the illusion of a…

  • The Interzone of Access

    The state of democratized access Smartphones – IPhone 🧌 Internet – Google search ☠️ Laptops and Computers- Apple Open Source Software Streaming Services ☠️ E-readers 🪦 Platforms Twitter 🐸 ☠️ Renewables – No killer product 3D Printing – No killer product Blockchain – No killer product Smartphones: The iPhallus, a chrome totem pulsating with logos, a…

  • Riding the Tiger of Liberalism:

    Imagine liberalism, not as a linear progression, but as a subterranean network of desiring forces. Imagine liberalism, not as a grand narrative of Western superiority, but as a twisting, subterranean rhizome. This warped root system burrows through history, finding purchase in the fertile grounds of burgeoning empires. Western liberalism isn’t the dominant root; it’s just…