Page 02894 Tomorrow

It is about Living! not Life (or death). {it is not a coincidence that FEAR sounds like FIRE, sounds like RA (the sun/son/sin/soun'(sound)…}

Imagine a team of African archaeologists from the future—some silicon, some carbon, some wet, some dry—excavating a site, a museum from their past: a museum whose ruined documents and leaking discs are identifiable as belonging to our present, the early twenty-first century. Sifting patiently through the rubble, our archaeologists from the United States of Africa, the USAF, would be struck by how much Afrodiasporic subjectivity in the twentieth century constituted itself through the cultural project of recovery. In their Age of Total Recall, memory is never lost. Only the art of forgetting. Imagine them reconstructing the conceptual framework of our cultural moment from those fragments. What are the parameters of that moment, the edge of that framework? —Kodwo Eshun “Further Considerations on Afrofuturism”

 

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<comment 33> “The hull(?)(see below) of the organ/space-ship in Jessie Cox’s Space Travel from Home Episode 3 is not a “warm, safe” place to travel in. The Home is not safe either. Both are weaponized by imagining Space precisely as a metaphor – and at the level of the Image especially – not a metamorphosis: the structure of feeling of apprehension (read: FEAR) materializes as an intractable terrifyingly REAL Symbol in the (w)hole of the Home: space cannot precisely enter Jessie’s room, and home cannot precisely enter space. Likewise sound does not enter mood – what we shear is not precisely an inter-imago-action. It is a Relation: a relation of suspended apprehensions and stable (i.e. formally/symbolically non-disruptive) internal disjunctions that require a space (t)revealer (in this case you, me and the televised-recording/dream-condensation of Jessie Cox and his various drum-organs

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) to be re(image)ined as both immanent and emergent.

This is the “Silent” (see upper portion of the drop down score) fear of a particular flavor of revelation i.e. it is always i(:::)n (a?) different (to a?) kind of apprehension – another feeling than that of, what say the Kid(d) realized “early” (or “la(d)er on” depending on various personal considerations) as those “unexpected” feelings seen and heard “before or accidentally revealed behind.” What we apprehended is insubstantial as “a disjunction of the soul” SEE: Samuel Delany, Dhalgren, page (7 – and <>).

Hence, the sound of this Space is not a massage! To hear it as such is to willfully repress of our deepest Living Apprehensions (read: Living[[perdiod]ing]). It is a message – a Message of Fear (or does Massage [of] Fearing work after all?) – a constant, intractably REAL Symbol of television-wind blowing through the leaky space of Bedroom Walls (and Screens!). It is important that this fear and these symbols are intractable, arising from intractable, delusional confrontations with Reality (or if you prefer, Eshun’s Museum Ruins): we are hulls too (hulls within hulls) and the disjunctions of our souls are as alive as always; there is an internal disjunction – not a prior or future difference – between the hull of our slave ship and the hull of our space ship, between the imagining hull and the imagining “continent”-hull (both comprovise: neither are merely human or merely not): our apprehension (at our (w)hole) allows us to confuse the boundary between who we are and who we Will(ingly) become.” Sam Yulsman, yesterday </comment 33>

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