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From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.wvu.edu>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: The apocalypse will ever be witnessed:The chora of repetitive
compression
Date: Sat, 17 Oct 2015 20:24:19 -0400 (EDT)
The apocalypse will ever be witnessed: The chora of repetitive compression Or why we must become space and time, or why the surge is absent. http://www.alansondheim.org/newsm06.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/newsm.mp3 http://www.alansondheim.org/newsm.mp4 http://www.alansondheim.org/newsm10.jpg At the very end, neutrinos continue their oscillation, virtual particles remain beneath the level of a universe without memories, the catastrophic mix and visibility of stabilized plateaus has disappeared, witnesses no longer call witnesses, one might argue for darkness, but doesn't that imply logic, light, that eye which is no longer presenting? Identity in the meantime, earlier regimes, lies in the fabrication of memory; each turn of the wheel is an event; each slide and lubrication creates an ineffable signature. Here we are in the construction potential of the apocalypse; the surge guarantees the absence of a return, and in this manner, what we're witnessing in the images and sound is a nostalgia and its denouement - the exhaustion of energy and bodies, the horizon of extinctions which continues to roll and boil over us. The video is on the order of an essay on mechanism harboring oil and steam; the audio is the foregrounding of arenas and sound. Everything is already a century old; the world wears itself down, taking us along with it. It's not technological advance or determinism, but rust, corrosion, decay, fatigue, particle physics, radiations, dusts, entropy, that are fundamental, no matter what the tending or stewardship, no matter the redundancy of big data, databanks, seed-vaults or bunkers. It goes in the end; this is imminent, immanent, and obvious to all. I think it might be repetition all the way down, but asymptotic in its own way, quietude emerging somewhere around planck. Or not quietude, but roiling, which results in the motto: The apocalypse will never be witnessed. And so it goes, and will already have been gone.