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"What the fuck is this? What is this? I don't know. Maybe that is okay, not knowing, and maybe it isn't. These words, these phrases, these assaulting passages that strike like a tsunami are shattering the windowpanes of pure consciousness and disturbing the foundations of what has been whispered into our ear, by a robotic earworm, lodged in there. This creature has been there, as early as our conception on this wet planet, a metaphysical and physical thing that destroys all forms of continuity, rational thought, and reality, spreading the seeds of this elusive thing that has been drilled and planted into us, under the guise of fiction/literature, this thing called... art. This isn't a book. This isn't literature. This isn't normal. This will test you. And, the further you go, the more you realise, there is no goalpost, there are no markers to pinpoint and to use to map your way through it. It is this fusion of confusion and submerged identities and manifestos that screams for attention. It provokes you into skipping, forcing your way through the molasse of information and detail, and creating your own narrative from a cargo hold's worth of words, letters, and protein grain ruining your vision. You end up flipping through it and hitting pause on your meat machine, exacting a robotic process, selecting a phrase, a passage, a page, scrolling through the digital device, the paperback, breaking conformity and poisoning the expectation-devil sitting on your shoulder, the little bastard. This book can be read. This piece of art can be used as a physical weapon. This isn't the future. This isn't the present. This is definitely not the past. It is the in-between stages of corruption and renewal. In the blink of an eye, what was once a familiar word or letter transforms into something altogether ultra. Vasicek and Siratori have created a massive nuclear bomb of a "book." Augenblick is something altogether neu and alt. It is fucking impressive." Zak Ferguson (Author of My Body Meat & The System Compendium)

#kenji siratori #r.g. vasicek

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UNHEIMLICH

A HIGH STRANGENESS ANTHOLOGY FROM SOYOS BOOKS

Including contributions from 33 authors, visual artists, and experimentalists, UNHEIMLICH is an intricate weave of creative fiction that interrogates the unwelcome corners of our urban life. Featuring: Abichaos, Alex Antiuk, Alicestfu, Art Stanton, Artificial Bliss, Bhanu Pratap, David Kuhnlein, EECMIT, Elise Sawell, Elytron Frass & [X], Helena Pantsis, Jesse Hilson, Joe Bielecki, Joshua Martin, Julio Aliseda, Kenji Siratori, Lucas Haynes, Maria Elena Montecinos, Matt Bechtold, Michael R. Colangelo, Michael Tichy, Neil Higgins, R.G. Vasicek, R J Dent, Ro Mitchell, Sam Hollis, Sergio Hernandez Bernal, Snatch Wylden, Tatenda Simayo, Thomas Huntington, Zak Ferguson, Zaquira L.C Book Details:

Title: UNHEIMLICH

Authors: Various

ISBN: 978-0645-7958-5-1

Language: English

Pages: 315

Format: Paperback

Publisher: Soyos Books

Publication Date: 15th February 2024

Book details and links:

Book details and links:

#Unheimlich #R J Dent #Soyos Books #uncanny #high strangeness #anthology #www.rjdent.com

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HYPERFOCUS by R.G. Vasicek

Your contours of behavior are spiralling out of control. We think you have challenges with time perception. Spatial organization. Your filing [pile] system is a disaster. We recommend cranial electromagnetic therapy.

There is a brain-machine in Astoria, Queens, NYC. Report immediately to the facility. Spaghetti nightmares in the gulag archipelago will be alleviated. Speak, as every speaker must: Open.

You intercepted cosmic noise as a child. Do you remember?

Yes.

And what did you do with the memory?

I forget.

Are you addicted to excitement?

Yes.

Human consciousness is a sinkhole into a netherworld. We talk to each other as if we exist. Are you in control of… a psychogeographic domain? Impulse control. Perception. Sensing things… coming into the nervous system.

We operate a submersible computer interface to “speak” with squid-like extraterrestrials under the icy crust of Ganymede.

Your Volkswagen Beetle is a brokedown palace.

At age 84 or 94 you are just trying to do the right thing. Eat. Survive. 24 or 44. People make noise.

Your coördinates, please.                                Are you here/there/now?

Hyperfocus. And you achieve clarity. Blur the edges.

Focus on the [hyper]active personality.

Make art.

Fuck.

We are algebraic structures. Exponents of each Other. I am already/not yet. You are a remote possibility. I am radical Uncertainty.

Prometheus steals fire from Olympus.

Burn the Forest.

Wilderness.

Experimental Station # 2 in a flat wilderness in 1907.

Are you satisfied with your image feedback system?

Experimental TV.

You turn [on] Television                              Television turns you                              [on].

The consumers of reality are hungry again. Are you going to feed them?                                                            delete                                                            return                                                            shift

Primordial loneliness.

Image-text bombardments from the ether.

She speaks of Neolithic Britain & stone rings functioning as panopticons.

Tape recorder experiments.

You cannot hold on to any of it. The flux. The flicker.

Sippers of coffee, unite.

We are temporal beings.

Spaghetti nightmares in Astoria, Queens.

Eat the orchiette.

Eat.

My breast is in her mouth. She is tonguing my nipple & palming my right buttock.

I should keep talking talking talking… and then nobody gets in the way. Am I right?... or am I right?

Physical bodies in space & time.

Our bodies are floating over/under each other.

We are on a lost highway.

People “fluctuate” before your eyes.

Also means you.

Come. Please come. She whispers.

I feel unsettled.

Like maybe… what?

The musicality of your existence… the silence… the calm.

She feels my cock coming to life.

I kiss your Apocalypse.

…

I am sending you a “wire-photo.” Can you see it? Dots on a page. Points. Pixels.

I remember your bottom lip catching on the dome of my cock. The upper lip soon followed. And the blowjob commenced.

I lay there in absolute disbelief.

Me.

Of all people.

…

She says she can feel the pulse in my cock when I come.

Squirt squirt squirt.

We are everyday people, all of us. Digging into the every day. Digging into existence. Trying to make it squirt.

Keep punching the keys.

Keep… believing.

R.G. Vasicek is a lo-fi novelist in NYC. Vasicek's books include THE DEFECTORS, MACHINE, CYBORG, & the forthcoming anti-novella JÖRGENSEN AND THE MACHINE. Website: www.rgvasicek.com

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"What the fuck is this? What is this? I don't know. Maybe that is okay, not knowing, and maybe it isn't. These words, these phrases, these assaulting passages that strike like a tsunami are shattering the windowpanes of pure consciousness and disturbing the foundations of what has been whispered into our ear, by a robotic earworm, lodged in there. This creature has been there, as early as our conception on this wet planet, a metaphysical and physical thing that destroys all forms of continuity, rational thought, and reality, spreading the seeds of this elusive thing that has been drilled and planted into us, under the guise of fiction/literature, this thing called... art. This isn't a book. This isn't literature. This isn't normal. This will test you. And, the further you go, the more you realise, there is no goalpost, there are no markers to pinpoint and to use to map your way through it. It is this fusion of confusion and submerged identities and manifestos that screams for attention. It provokes you into skipping, forcing your way through the molasse of information and detail, and creating your own narrative from a cargo hold's worth of words, letters, and protein grain ruining your vision. You end up flipping through it and hitting pause on your meat machine, exacting a robotic process, selecting a phrase, a passage, a page, scrolling through the digital device, the paperback, breaking conformity and poisoning the expectation-devil sitting on your shoulder, the little bastard. This book can be read. This piece of art can be used as a physical weapon. This isn't the future. This isn't the present. This is definitely not the past. It is the in-between stages of corruption and renewal. In the blink of an eye, what was once a familiar word or letter transforms into something altogether ultra. Vasicek and Siratori have created a massive nuclear bomb of a "book." Augenblick is something altogether neu and alt. It is fucking impressive. " Zak Ferguson (Author of My Body Meat & The System Compendium)

coming soon

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"What the fuck is this? What is this? I don't know." Zak Ferguson (Author of My Body Meat & The System Compendium)

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directed by zak ferguson

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Official Report on The Intransitionalist Chronotopologies of Kenji Siratori (TRS 109)

YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE INEFFABLE FOREST

Official Report on The Intransitionalist Chronotopologies of Kenji Siratori: Appendix 8.2.3 is a xenopoetic data/dada anthology that documents the activities of the artist collective The Ministry of Transrational Research into Anastrophic Manifolds. The anthology results from an experimental approach to impersonal literary composition. Similar to surrealist definitions, but on the scale of a technical document, members of the Ministry—poets, musicians, novelists, painters, curators, artists, scientists, philosophers, and physicians—were asked to offer a microfiction, poem, essay, fictional citation, or computer code, in the form of a footnote or annotation to a glitch-generated novel by iconoclastic Japanese artist Kenji Siratori; however, each participant wrote their contribution without any access to or knowledge about the nature of Siratori’s source text. After collecting the contributions, the “footnotes” were each algorithmically linked to an arbitrary word from Siratori’s novel. The result is a work of xenopoetic emergence: a beautifully absurd, alien document scintillating with strange potency. Bringing together algorithmically and AI-generated electronic literature with analogue collage and traditional modes of literary composition, the Ministry refuses to commit solely to digital, automated, or analogue art and instead seeks technological mutualism and a radically alien future for the arts. Accompanied by a groundbreaking original score by electro-acoustic duo Wormwood, the anthology offers the radical defamiliarization and weird worlds of science fiction, but now the strangeness bites back on the level form. Readers should expect to discover strange portals from which new ways of thinking, feeling, and being emerge. A conceptual and experimental anthology, Official Report on The Intransitionalist Chronotopologies of Kenji Siratori inaugurates collective xenopoetic writing and the conceit that the future of art will consist of impersonal acts of material emergence, not personal expression. Consume with caution.

AUTHORS AND CONTRIBUTORS Rosaire Appel, Louis Armand, David Barrick, Gary Barwin, Steve Beard, Gregory Betts, Christian Bök, Mike Bonsall, Peter Bouscheljong, Maria Chenut, Shane Jesse Christmas, Roy Christopher, Tabasco “Ralph” Contra, Mike Corrao, R.J. Dent, Paul Di Filippo, Zak Ferguson, Colin Herrick, S.C. Hickman, Maxwell Hyatt, Justin Isis, Andrew Joron, Chris Kelso, Phillip Klingler, Adam Lovasz, Daniel Lukes , Ania Malinowska, Claudia Manley, Ryota Matsumoto, Michael Mc Aloran, Andrew McLuhan, Jeff Noon, Jim Osman, Suarjan Prasai, Tom Prime , David Leo Rice, Virgilio Rivas, David Roden, B.R. Yeager, Andrej Shakowski , Aaron Schneider, Gary J. Shipley, Kenji Siratori , Sean Smith, Kristine Snodgrass, Sean Sokolov, Alan Sondheim, Simon Spiegel, Henry Adam Svec, Jeff VanderMeer, R.G. Vasicek, Andrew C. Wenaus, William Wenaus, Eileen Wennekers, Christina Marie Willatt, Saywrane Alfonso Williams, D. Harlan Wilson, Andrew Wilt

early September release

#kenji siratori #gary j shipley #david roden #jeff noon #jeff vandermeer #b.r. yeager #d. harlan wilson

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[AUGENBLICK]

I like your improbability. Your randomness. Your inability to speak. We scroll through each other’s lives. Is that it? I want more. Your hands are dry. Your brain is wet. Eat the aether. Drink the wine. I am the Big Bang.

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kenji siratori glitch poetry collection "VaporXenomorph"

introduction by r.g. vasicek

coming soon

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The realization process of hyper-annotation novel in the domain of Time Released Sound.

AUTHORS: Rosaire Appel, Louis Armand, David Barrick, Gary Barwin, Steve Beard, Gregory Betts, Christian Bök, Mike Bonsall, Peter Bouscheljong, Maria Chenut, Shane Jesse Christmas, Roy Christopher, Tabasco "Ralph" Contra, Mike Corrao, R.J. Dent, Paul Di Filippo, Zak Ferguson, Colin Herrick, S.C. Hickman, Maxwell Hyatt, Justin Isis, Andrew Joron, Chris Kelso, Phillip Klingler, Adam Lovasz, Daniel Lukes, Ania Malinowska, Claudia Manley, Ryota Matsumoto, Michael Mc Aloran, Andrew McLuhan, Jeff Noon, Jim Osman, Suarjan Prasai, Tom Prime, David Leo Rice, Virgilio Rivas, David Roden, B.R. Yeager, Andrej Shakowski, Aaron Schneider, Gary J. Shipley, Kenji Siratori, Sean Smith, Kristine Snodgrass, Sean Sokolov, Alan Sondheim, Simon Spiegel, Henry Adam Svec, Jeff VanderMeer, R.G. Vasicek, Andrew C. Wenaus, William Wenaus, Eileen Wennekers, Christina Marie Willatt, Saywrane Alfonso Williams, D. Harlan Wilson, Andrew Wilt

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