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
valued member of the team’. A tone of fraternal conspiracy in evidence from the team leader, there. And you understand that your implicit role in the team is to remind every other member of the team of their miserable valuation in relation to your unassailable invaluableness to the team. At night, you dream in complex, monochromatic schemas and charts, plotting increasingly convoluted patterns and graphs of invaluation – as both pinnacle and sewer of some intergalactic free market. The precariousness of your position expressed in the image of you surfing the speeding cusp where the prehensile longtail is perpetually digested by its own florid gut; an almond-shaped tube beneath a wave of lurid stomach acid. Flotsam of semi-digested tail. Next yearThe patron saint of broken conjurers and apocalyptic prophets. The convoluted route to beatification taking in sleights of whitegloved hands, bouquets of silk flowers; glistening, serrated blades sawn halfway through red-lacquered caskets, flourished hats, tails, etc. Arranged carefully at a series of roadside alters tended to be those patronised by the saint. As in, stooped husks of conjurers; illegible sandwich-boarded prophets. 2490 BCA certain understanding of magic as a mode of inattention. Concerned with misdirection; the presence of one thing as misdirection from the disappearance of another. And
obfuscation, of course. Meaning that the saint (patron to the unwashed, opportunistic masses) acquired her sainthood through deception: the judicious and highly affecting application of illusion. Which might sound cynical if it weren’t so opaque regarding the location and permanence of the line between miracle and the consummate performance of magic. Each illusion-cum-miracle operating around one of two classic binary structures: disappearance / reappearance – with some sort of a priori existential caveat – or conjuration / annihilation, which requires getting those pre-saintly hands dirty. 4567Each reliquarial chunk a neglected sigil for the desires of an entire, pulped civilisation; husks of the once unbelievably wet. One particularly economical method of reinvigorating a sigil is through concerted masturbation, of course. At the moment of climax – at which point the universe is rented apart and the golden, rheumy lids of your third eye part – you fling the sigil outward into that rift, wherein it will be revived by those particular cosmological energies, magico-geological pressures and counter-cultural constitutions. 7000Other methods include meditation, intense exercise, etc. 324,678,950 ADThe date of emergence for this gesture.
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obfuscation, of course. Meaning that <strong>the</strong><br />
saint (patron to <strong>the</strong> unwashed, opportunistic<br />
masses) acquired her sainthood through<br />
deception: <strong>the</strong> judicious and highly affecting<br />
application of illusion. Which might sound<br />
cynical if it weren’t so opaque regarding <strong>the</strong><br />
location and per<strong>man</strong>ence of <strong>the</strong> line between<br />
miracle and <strong>the</strong> consummate perfor<strong>man</strong>ce of<br />
magic. Each illusion-cum-miracle operating<br />
around one of two classic binary structures:<br />
disappearance / reappearance – with some<br />
sort of a priori existential caveat – or conjuration<br />
/ annihilation, which requires getting<br />
those pre-saintly hands dirty.<br />
4567Each reliquarial chunk a neglected sigil for<br />
<strong>the</strong> desires of an entire, pulped civilisation;<br />
husks of <strong>the</strong> once unbelievably wet. One<br />
particularly economical method of reinvigorating<br />
a sigil is through concerted masturbation,<br />
of course. At <strong>the</strong> moment of climax<br />
– at which point <strong>the</strong> universe is rented apart<br />
and <strong>the</strong> golden, rheumy lids of your third eye<br />
part – you fling <strong>the</strong> sigil outward into that<br />
rift, wherein it will be revived by those particular<br />
cosmological energies, magico-geological<br />
pressures and counter-cultural constitutions.<br />
7000O<strong>the</strong>r methods include meditation, intense<br />
exercise, etc.<br />
324,678,950 ADThe<br />
date of emergence for this gesture.
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