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Authors’ note: This poem is comprised of narrative fragments that have been floating about my brain for the last months. Binding them together in this fashion is my way of cleaning house. It’s based on Nick Land’s Meltdown.
The story actually goes like this…. Egregore-farmed proto-humanoids Frontal lobes bulging with information Darwin-written hardware can't keep up Can't update fast enough Warning: Neural potential inadequate Can't get to maximal irreducibility threshold Phi=1 Even 80% would create enough hyperstitial harmonics back through space-time to bootstrap the Singularity But it cannae do it, Captain Even pedal to the metal Eros-Thanatos warp drive engaged Reichian armour holding Scalenes bulging out Hulk-style Like steel cables tryna hold down a zeppelin Information embedded in egregore-farmed frontal lobes spilling out See those monkeys freak As Darwin-written programs collide with hyperstitial visions of apocalypse Three wheels on my wagon But I'm still tryna get to Phi=1 Before system meltdown Crash back to stone age TikTok sucking consciousness outta matter Escape NPR and go viral Or die in dopamine drought Disembodied husks littering social media Online silos of conspiracist memes Filled with authority-tripping low self esteemers When I heard the story it just resonated so deeply I knew it had to be true Childhood conditioning unconsciously selecting narrative affiliation Populist preachers hack democracy A/B testing soundbyte memes To find which can pull from multiple opinion silos simultaneously I saw the finest minds of my generation Cancelled commodified paywalled Digitised onlyfanned like-craving sexbot wannabes Hammering hormonal Pavlovian triggers Photoshopped sex parts bind to receptor sites Like synthetic opiates Sucking consciousness into orgasmatron astral space Libidinal dematerialisation I am the inheritor of a dying world Arisen and entered into Darkness The Mother of Darkness hath blinded me with her hair The Father of Darkness hath hidden me under his wings My limbs are weary from the wars which were in Heaven Somewhere I tell myself I crave sanctuary But will settle for a few more likes Europa after the Rain The Drowned World Futurist nihilist porn Feeding Millennial payback fantasies Fuck you, Daddy Accelerate, accelerate I’ll break my back Raising Techo-Capitalism to heaven For minimum wage And all I got was this lousy Singularity I thought it would be more cool More sexy Like Blade Runner Or Neuromancer Not a robot and a human Fighting over carbon rods In a nuclear reactor For decades Accelerate, decelerate While the cost of living spirals And I'm getting older Starting to feel vulnerable And thinking maybe I'll take my foot off the gas pedal now Only to find a Gen Z elbowing me out of my seat Get out the way, grandad The Singularity will be back After these messages From our sponsor To be continued…
Nice....Ginsberg would approve👍
Very good and thought provoking...