For the happy man! - Collected writings DEPRESSION: Ed Atkins

seems so phenomenally archaic as to make
me wretch – a little hiccough of acidic shit
brought up. As if the system were emetic.
0 BCThe patron saint of stubborn hermits, owners
of esoteric bookshops – those who can only
play by ear.
C12thSomething like a necklace; inverted jewellery:
metal studded with driftwood, black,
hardened orbs of dung. Something once
slung heavy round the neck of those condemned
to sacrifice. Passed from victim to
victim. A disease.
Last yearThe impossibly rising and falling bosom of
a cadaver; in reality a sleight of hand performed
by a million prestidigitative maggots
in grubby white gloves and tattered morning
suits. Performed by the left hand while the
clammy right yanks hanks of flesh from the
rib cage, eats it and shits it. Eventually, the
shit presuming the representational shape of
the cadaver.
Last yearCrucially, the brain conjured will be of perfect
equivalence to the absent objects. In
every conceivable way.
2988Your
idea here being to make ossification the
locus of production. Or rather, to correctly
understand a becoming-cadaver as a becoming-productive.
To understand that there is
no emptiness, only the fertile residues and