Top 100 of 2000

I got caught in a micro fascism the other day. In my desperate attempts to create deeper conscious awareness Idemanded they see the world through my lens and drop their silly perspective. If you are what you think (a sentiment agreed to by the video game heavy rain, where you decide what to think about and depending on what you decide your reality changes), then there definitely is danger in spending all your damn time looking at celebrity news. But awareness comes not from someone telling you you are stupid, even if that scolding is done poetically, universally, and abstractly. It is still a fascism, I am the all powerful subject and you and your actions are the object of my analysis. I am tired of being the subject. I am tired of feeling like I need to do the obvious shitting on a movie thats no good, its too obvious, its too easy, it's draining. I am putting myself on that level and calcifying the subject-object barrier, something I do not want to do, and instead I will not worry about it, or only on a sort of parallel. I will instead try to riff off of things outside of me that I feel represent me as subject, incorporating objects into me and thus realizing myself as an object. Maybe then I will be able to get through to others. I realize this is the strength of Zizek's book First as Tragedy, Then as Farce. When he preempts arguments the audience will have, when he shows his process of thought, as he takes you through the formulations of the questions to ask and how to visualize the current predicament. Highly recommended.

I think the cut and paste method will help, using others words rearranged and hopefully the merging of yourself and the other will create something new and outside. Eventually I will apply the method to my own longwinded fascist piece and cut it apart and get to the deeper meaning of what I wrote. I am not yet ready to do this though, that piece is still too painful to read.

Cokemachineglow released their top 100 albums released since the new millenium. Its an amazing list. Look to the top twenty if you are looking for some new music. Look to their writings on the music to see how seriously people can take the music they love, and how they can truly be inspired from it in their writing. Surely makes me feel better about being a music obsessive, and that listening to music does not have to be approached cynically-ironically, nor does it have to be enjoyed purely physically, as an empty-headed vacuous exercise. If anybody can find a list quite so passionate for novels, or poetry........

I also find here is about as far as hardcore experimental is going to go. The bountiful negative space, the absence of substance, “ok, I guess I get that, sure”, nought-y due to all the cracks. Artsier sci-fi is all about cutting off your air supply and is set upon stripping away every last piece of unnecessary flesh, if that’s creepily titillating or just plain off-putting, well, The Big Bang happened. Derelicts align perception down to a prenatal understanding, it doesn’t sound forced or lifeless- pretentiousness isn’t actually real. A massive entity that can apparently fuck with your genetic code interfaces with us, its immensity and mesmeric draw stretch my consciousness out wider and wider. Enclose it with my thought, I am transformed, untouchable, one single image that includes those inmost parts of all who encounter it. Sculpted time, typically filled by the impatient murmurs of those who will have none of it, subjects us to that shit because that’s actually the shit that most defines us. The projector is flipped and a sea of light dances across our cornea, sort of coldly comforting that I am not alone. The nigh infinite depth is just barely ample enough for the insertion of the tip of one’s own soul.