For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins
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a golf ball. I fucking hate golf, you say, and we share a smile.<br />
The camera plummets in, past <strong>the</strong> smile, down through <strong>the</strong><br />
labyrinth and slows to a stop before <strong>the</strong> altered tumour – a<br />
false idol to that massive fleshy god, always-already rendered<br />
in <strong>the</strong> latest HD technology – an Nvidia graphics card with<br />
some unholy amount of memory; running on a quad, quadcore<br />
thing with TWO massive monitors – one for editing<br />
on (vivisection), <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r for viewing <strong>the</strong> rendered footage<br />
(rendering is amazingly fast, of course). The rendering on<br />
<strong>the</strong> hair of <strong>the</strong> GOD: moving in treacly gusts, slow, as if held<br />
underwater, snagged in <strong>the</strong> hatch of <strong>the</strong> bathysphere by <strong>the</strong><br />
sleeve of <strong>the</strong> bathrobe it went in wearing – wet-look, clumped<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r in attractive,<br />
sinuous ridges – <strong>the</strong><br />
way you wish you<br />
could get it. Perfect<br />
drift – a lunar tide,<br />
sucking <strong>the</strong> hair<br />
eternally. Per-<br />
haps even a few<br />
fizzing bubbles<br />
added (an excess<br />
of demonstra-<br />
tional effect) to<br />
CONVINCE.<br />
On <strong>the</strong> surface,<br />
<strong>the</strong> lens of <strong>the</strong><br />
camera BOBS,<br />
bisected, <strong>the</strong> upper<br />
half relatively clear<br />
(though flecked –<br />
again to convince<br />
– with droplets that act as prisms to <strong>the</strong> image), while<br />
<strong>the</strong> lower magnifies. Bifocals worn by someone clearly<br />
in need of something more variable, less harshly delineated.<br />
Certainly a relative of ours. Mitochondrial.<br />
And in <strong>the</strong> distance – seen in <strong>the</strong> upper, above-water half –<br />
a dramatic shoreline; <strong>the</strong> shoreline of a fictional island – a<br />
Skull Island – that forbodes, presents a front of jagged cliffs,<br />
screeching seabirds, a crest of jungle visible beyond all that; a<br />
cave, it’s mouth a retarded gape – swilling brine like mouthwash<br />
or drool over KEEN, sharded rocks. An ominous tone<br />
from <strong>the</strong> soundtrack, but you decide to strike out, front crawl,