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Małgosia Woźnica / ARXITEKTON II

Małgosia Woźnica / ARXITEKTON II

In Perfect Reality we will become post-physical, but until then it sometimes becomes necessary to engage with other humans. A future glimpse of We-B 8.0 shows that our generous existence allows us to interact through the medium of media: our sounds, what moves us. The illest flows supply the death of prose, get all the eloquent hits at Target, “You’re on Target” as I like to bellow whenever I see the Target commercial, which is often because I have them all taped. You can answer most of your lifeneedz here but there are still questions without answers: why do my tweets so often go unanswered? Why are neo-primitivists sneaking into suburbia to steal theremins? Why is the elbow the most painful place to get hit? I’m in my garage clutching my theremin and praying, hayya’alal falah, let me date Drake on Twitter. READ MORE

In Perfect Reality we will become post-physical, but until then it sometimes becomes necessary to engage with other humans. A future glimpse of We-B 8.0 shows that our generous existence allows us to interact through the medium of media: our sounds, what moves us. The illest flows supply the death of prose, get all the eloquent hits at Target, “You’re on Target” as I like to bellow whenever I see the Target commercial, which is often because I have them all taped.

You can answer most of your lifeneedz here but there are still questions without answers: why do my tweets so often go unanswered? Why are neo-primitivists sneaking into suburbia to steal theremins? Why is the elbow the most painful place to get hit? I’m in my garage clutching my theremin and praying, hayya’alal falah, let me date Drake on Twitter.

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In Cologne for the evening to see Trust and Dan Deacon. This museum is terrible /

In Cologne for the evening to see Trust and Dan Deacon. This museum is terrible /

oOoOO / Mouchette

/ keep it ready

/ keep it ready

Dawn Hunger / Stumbling Room

My favorite new thing I’ve heard this month.

Le1f / Spa Day

Sewn Leather / Live in Italy 

Julianne Barwick / Nepenthe 

So beautiful, I melt

In ancient Greece, a pharmakós was a ritual human sacrifice exiled or killed by a “healing sorcerer”, referred to as a pharmakon. This act was believed to lead to purification and social catharsis in times of local distress, famine, and plague. Had our modern Pharmakon, the alias of 22-year old Margaret Chardiet, existed at the time, catharsis would have certainly been less deadly… though considerably nosier and involving some fucked-up paradoxes I’d prefer not to contemplate. Pharmakons no longer exist; they have been replaced by pharmacists, to whom we travel to to avoid death rather than accept it, who mask our ecstasy with artificial nullity. The medicines many of us take every day are our own illusions which we have forgotten are illusions. Abandon rejects the poisons of immortality, the deception of ego and its upper-tier trappings: the false light of religion. Yet it does so in a way that feels intelligent and (an odd word to ascribe to such a harsh record, I know) somehow subtle. It’s a sacrament that transcends holiness, a primer for self and post-self.  READ MY REVIEW OF PHARMAKON’S ABANDON

In ancient Greece, a pharmakós was a ritual human sacrifice exiled or killed by a “healing sorcerer”, referred to as a pharmakon. This act was believed to lead to purification and social catharsis in times of local distress, famine, and plague. Had our modern Pharmakon, the alias of 22-year old Margaret Chardiet, existed at the time, catharsis would have certainly been less deadly… though considerably nosier and involving some fucked-up paradoxes I’d prefer not to contemplate.

Pharmakons no longer exist; they have been replaced by pharmacists, to whom we travel to to avoid death rather than accept it, who mask our ecstasy with artificial nullity. The medicines many of us take every day are our own illusions which we have forgotten are illusions. Abandon rejects the poisons of immortality, the deception of ego and its upper-tier trappings: the false light of religion. Yet it does so in a way that feels intelligent and (an odd word to ascribe to such a harsh record, I know) somehow subtle. It’s a sacrament that transcends holiness, a primer for self and post-self. 

READ MY REVIEW OF PHARMAKON’S ABANDON

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