the stars shining. Here,
in the room, the bedroom.
Saying I was brave, I resisted,
I set myself on fire.
; it can never be weaned from the violence to which it owes it’s very existence.
John Knuth - Faded Siren (2013)
faded siren exposes billowing clouds of orange smoke from emergency flares photographed with flash that cause fractal patterns in the black night sky.
WHO WROTE WHAT BIT?
Ah. Another tricky one. As the official Keeper of the One True Copy, Terry physically wrote more of Draft 1 than Neil. But if 2,000 words are written down after a lot of excited shouting, it’s a moot point whose words they are. And, in any case, as a matter of honor both of them rewrote and footnoted the other guy’s stuff, and both can write passably in the other guy’s style. The Agnes Nutter scenes and the kids mostly originated with Terry, the Four Horsemen and anything with maggots started with Neil. Neil had the most influence on the opening, Terry on the ending. Apart from that, they just shouted excitedly a lot.
The point they both realised the text had wandered into its own world was in the basement of the old Gollancz books, where they’d got together to proofread the final copy, and Neil congratulated Terry on a line that Terry knew he hadn’t written, and Neil was certain that he hadn’t written either. They both privately suspect that at some point the book had started to generate text on its own, but neither of them will actually admit this publicly for fear of being thought odd.
Evidence of Time Travel - Volume I
A seven-part surrealist graphic novel by KARBORN
Volume II - 01.05.14
i was resurrected a mapmaker’s bride so i contoured fallen continents between my thighs
amid the inventories of wanderlust, you unwrapped the hidden refrain of this wait
she will address you in the argot of archangels,— whose skin is silk blossoms and satin mist
still the webs in her words all velvet draped (beneath) the baccara reign of this wait
oracles scratched the sapphire in my throat, so i still sparkle my apologies in jewel tones
truth be told, i sold my voice to the once unspoken quatrain of this wait
my archipelago dotted with scars and secret; you approach this body as though a conquistador
must i remind you of the wars that were lost in me, the white flags buried in the terrain of this wait?
i have burned enough autumns in my palms, each with a moth rinsed in ochre & rose
even then in your hands, i am a pinned firefly only half slain of this wait
they say desire demands distance or death; it is not what the witch claims but what she leaves behind
then tell, o kindled heart, are you love or just a legerdemain of this wait?
I think we’re going to tear each other to shreds.
SOUNDTRACK » Milner/Carvel, Milner/The Assistant, 1974-1979.
one. meditative chaos, cristobal tapia de veer
two. count backwards, emika
three. nude (holy fuck remix), radiohead
four. colouring of pigeons, the knife in collaboration with mt. sims and planningtorock
five. blind (tv on the radio cover), the delta mirror
six. tender mercy, au palais
seven. in this world (lost frequencies bootleg), moby
eight. this is my last goodbye, former ghosts
nine. utopia finale, cristobal tapia de veer
ten. ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space (the different studios mix), spiritualized
Video art by Karborn using Tachyons+ gear.
"Like his contemporary Eadweard Muybridge, Marey, a physiologist, was interested in the science of human movement. By 1882, he had developed a single camera method that he called chronophotography, which allowed him to make images of human and animal movement. His camera was the forerunner of the motion picture camera.
Marey’s chronophotographs were some of the first images to illustrate the exact process of body movement.”