The Doll on a veranda, folded on a Barcelona chair, a gingham dress, the deserted shore, the recent upper layer of powdered bone, barely visible now. Sea shivers in dead air. He summons the courage to sit beside her, thinks of removing her shades to peer – into what? Somehow, he convinces himself of the […]
Excerpt: Disappearance and Assembly
It is easy to believe nobody built this degradable substrate with that small figurine encysted within, an unsung astronaut; that the condition did not apply or that the machine ‘so disconnected… never got the message.’[1] The pseudo bone increments again. She ascends, follows the hooded figure with the poppy along a drive winding towards the […]
Reza Negarestani’s Complexity Critique of Unbounded Posthumanism
Some initial thoughts about Reza Negerastani’s complexity critique of the Disconnection Thesis made during a recent New Centre Seminar: ‘The Future of Intelligence in the Age of Intellectual Scarcity’: The critique hinges on the claim that unbounded posthumanism depends on an instability analysis of complex systems. To wit, that in a dynamic system characterized by […]
Neorationalist, Posthuman Agency and All that Jazz
My article ‘Promethean and Posthuman Freedom: Brassier on Improvisation and Time’ is out now in Volume 4, Issue 2 of the open-source journal Performance Philosophy. Html and pdf versions are available from the abstract page here
Fragment on Biomorphic Posthumanism
Biomorphs are always speculative or ‘critical bodies’, experiments in unliving. Posthumanism, unbound, provides a speculative deployment of life without limiting it with any vitalist distinction between life and matter or mechanism. It is a conceptual abattoir. Perhaps, some will remark that my use of ‘speculation’ here is disturbingly reminiscent of its financial sense. Perhaps […]
Hopeful Objects – a story for Christmas
A decanted truffle, not for Christmas; might not be part of some ongoing project provisionally entitled ‘Incomplete Engines’. ******************************************************************************* Another Blinded had found his way back to the Wing where our diminishing group resides. He’d scratched the bloody sockets to the bone with broken fingernails, frightened his eyes would grow back. Nobody thought this out […]
Getting into Death
Ironic, but one of the most intimate actsof our body is death.So beautiful appeared my death – knowing who then I would kiss,I died a thousand times before I died.‘Die before you die,’ said the Prophet Muhammad.Have wings that feared ever touched the Sun?I was born when all I once feared – I could love. […]
