Once past its peak, the body accelerates the process of decrepitude and
decay, ultimately leading to a point where the maintenance of physical
cohesion is no longer possible. Each system, in turn and in concert,
begins to manifest increasing disabilities and disfunction as it
inexorably marches towards that point where it can no longer function.
As the final days tick down, each glance in the mirror reveals some new
corruption of purpose. Cell divisions begin to miscalculate and mutate
into cancerous growths which insinuate themselves into organs and blood
cells, multiplying exponentially as the organism limps frailly towards
its demise. Skin sags and loses its elasticity, hair recedes and loses
its pigment, teeth crumble and dislodge and internal organs betray their
function. This symphony of entropy raises its chorus to higher and
higher pitches as the clock runs down and our precious time in these
frail sacks of water and carbon undergo their transformation and
ultimate return to their inanimate origin.
Next to religion and philosophy, creative self-expression is the most significant mechanism employed by humanity as we attempt to comprehend the nature of existence and our position therein. Art is often employed in the service of these twins. For the most part, such works have, until recently, striven to be representational in their execution. Their creators have sought to capture the natural reality of observed phenomena in order to hold it still for a time and contemplate its function. Yet such efforts can never be more than mere approximation and are incapable or capturing any true essence of the subjects they seek to emulate. A painting lacks the dimensional depth of the real object and the painter must employ deception and trickery to convince the eye that it is more than a flat surface covered in pigment. Yet it is the wildly divergent inaccuracies of representational art which often inspire the most interest as they reveal the potential for new contexts which we might inhabit.
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FAILURE IS AN OBLIGATION
For every success, there is an innumerable list of failures prodding unfulfilled paths along the continuum of evolution. Failure is the natural state of the universe. Extinction, collapse and entropy corrode away at every opportunity, looking for the means to dissipate any conglomeration which might try to lay claim to prosperity. Only naive arrogance assumes that one’s actions will have any inevitable disposition towards accomplishment. Nothing was ever learned from success. It has only been the process of trial and error upon error upon error which has allowed our sentient manifestation to accrue anything remotely resembling “knowledge” or “wisdom”. The glory of failure shines brightly in the absurd and ridiculous concoctions which spring up along the branches of the tree of life. Preposterous adaptations are limited by the narrowest of considerations and wedge into niches so refined as to disappear into an infinity of circumspection almost immediately upon their materialization.
SUCCESS IS A DELUSION
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ONE THOUSAND AND ONE CUTS
The stone dead hand of the past clutches one last, desperate time at the reigns of power, temporarily buoyed by the ignorance of a fading generation passing inexorably into ancestry. There is yet one last glint of satisfaction while refusing to look ahead at the changes sweeping away their antiquated values and constraints. Let’s spin one last time round the dance floor to the last waltz as it feebly struggles for those notes which it can no longer sustain with any confidence nor stamina. The world has sustained many a wound by their hands and shall be once more jabbed before they are done, but there is still some hope it will not be enough to drag the future down into the grave with them. Hold on, children, and fight with all your might as only a final, clearly won battle shall be a sign that there is still a path for your descendants to travel upon. Challenge every injustice, deny every false equivalency, discard every polite euphemism and look upon your adversary with clarity, precision and honesty.
PUNCH THEM IN THE DEAD HEAD
Millions of years have cycled through the cosmos where this spec found a
nest of dust and mud to grow. Festered with organic soup bubbling up
from chaos into some semblance of intelligence and purpose, yet how
easily it falls back into the mire. What grace and poise does it
display only to find itself a filthy prostitute gobbling up the fetishes
of any who should offer a suitable price. The miracle of evolution has
brought about this sequence of events all for the grand purpose of
housewives resplendent in gaudy jewelry glittering in the darkness that
sucks up all within its expanse.
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A CURSE FOR THE LAST GENERATION
Rulers boil up from cauldrons of fetid obsessions spurned on by dangling carrots. The ignorance of fools is the only reward for your perversity. Watch now as all that the generations have worked for is stripped and torn by the greed driven claws of half human animals grasping for their last straws. This is the reward for your refusal to see. Our home, now despoiled, cries out for mercy only to have boots march across its face, leaving the scars that shall never fade. Beauty is no longer fashionable and neither is intellect as the idiot gods run riot through every culture, upending each altar as the sacrifices tumble down into the blood soaked pits. Pray not for your salvation for GOD has resigned his throne and “gone fishing” for new souls in some other dimension less forsaken than our own. Oh, weak of spirit and frail of fortitude, this is your curse, served up fresh and steaming for your bloated pleasures as you wallow in the entrails of your disemboweled dreams.
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YOU CANNOT STAND WHERE YOU DO NOT STAY
Humanity is stupid. If you are not aware of this fact, consider it an indication that you are also stupid. Whenever faced with a choice, the overwhelming tendency is to make the wrong one. The most blatantly deceptive, debauched and decrepit used car salesman can easily push off the worst clunker on any village idiot so long as there is an appropriate sales pitch to appeal to some base instinct. Fear is usually the best motivator - fear of the unknown. The world teeters on the brink of disaster because of stupid human decisions. We are about to plunge into a dismal new dark ages because ignorant, stupid people insisted on making the worst possible decision. There is no “saving grace” anywhere in this miasma of hopeless idiocy. Our lesson will only be learned at the cost of our existence. If anyone is lucky enough to survive, perhaps we’ll grant a few generations a reprieve from our callouss, moronic bumbling. Of course we’ll only end up repeating the same mistakes again anyway.
Movement is an illusion. Things mutate and morph and switch places only to arrive at a point no more distinguishable from the last than one grain of sand from another. This place is no different than that place. The act of going from one to the other means nothing in the end. It is only motion for its own sake. There is nothing accumulating in this effort which necessitates the act. Bit by bit, it is simply kinetic energy pushing atoms around for the purpose of its own motion. They collide and form this thing or that, yet each thing holds no more than the same basic elements building its blocks up for no particular purpose. Identity is a convention of preferences shaped by subjective objectives. Variety is no more a spice than uniformity lacks identity since each is able to exchanges places with the other. Every snowflake has its own shape yet, within that, there is nothing of interest.
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PERFECTION IS NOTHING
Close the door and nail it shut. Draw the bolt across and weld it into place. Board up the windows and fix the blinds into their permanent obstruction. Cut the cables and disconnect the electricity. Seal the pipes and shut off the mains. No phones, no television, no radios or internet. Block out every wave and particle of light. Silence every sound and still every vibration. Cut all communications. There are no bonds of relationship here. No friends or foes or family or even the least significant acquaintance. Don’t speak or listen. Don’t let one single thought into your head. Dig into the ground until the foundations crumble and the structure collapses into itself. Implode it into a void of negation. When all of this is done, then you are ready to begin.
ALL MEANS ARE ENDS
Produced August 20 to September 10 and September 28 to October 28, 2016.
Because I was down, there was only that which can’t be trusted burning systematically as I realized this was the first. I had to go into betrayal from ambitions these people only know as desire. To mind this type of day, we sit with more of an object. We could consider there to be a trust that saw pain. It was happening there with an invitation that became a conundrum. We appreciated the perception even throughout the host mind never believed that I was thinking out the connection. When you think hostility, this thought convinced those who had felt the peanut to have the slightest rhythm. With her wound ended, like him, I happened to be thinking that it was now certain I noticed the presence. Doubt had long since physically seemed set along the great hurling and I was ordered by bonds of stimulations too aggressive to respond. It’s an indulgence to be enjoying the brain. I’m a person happening with such feelings of creativity that doubts too numerous stamped those taken for years. Joy, for me, only comes properly when play is heavy and becomes socially precipitated.
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BE SOMEPLACE WHERE SOME HAVE DESPAIR
It is felt that the help parts are being ignored. My responding oversight whim results in extensive primal everything becoming months. Strutting a mind in, he ends like I was a significant universe. The moments do this for loyalties as it was impressed systematically on occasions so “micromanaged”. I felt the act of taking exited. A dejected partner should show affection. Barely a ripple got the evening to involve time infested extensive remorse. Trying for warmth, I was stuck in some silent, unthinkable place. I was just this familiar with him instead of subsequent occasions that always caused the deepest basement at night. With him, great people’s actions are ignored on occasion. Rather, his connection with anything had not believed help still showed in public. Your decades openly gleaned a kind of time someone has done in this combination. The arrogance of consequences about Mr. Curt was rather an unnecessary mode. The innocuous always couldn’t like it, but I started to get safe crazy off empty, silent and inescapable depths.
EVERY CAMARADERIE DECAYS
Produced June 28 to July 22, 2016.
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UNTIL NEXT TIME - THE FIRST AND FINAL PERFORMANCE
A four hour audio installation & improvised performance application of real-time sonic manipulations based upon nonspecific conceptual interactions.
ANAZANAUT offered the experience of an extended audio installation encounter featuring real time organic interaction with pre-established time fragment constructs. Audience members who attended this event were able to observe and influence actions taken upon various devices and instrumentation with the intent to engender various emotional states endemic of the dispositions of all those in attendance. This included the mysterious “performer” who remained nameless and faceless throughout, avoiding direct interaction however allowing for some modicum of exchange within the context and confines of the performance space and time.
Given the proposition that existence may terminate at any moment within anyone’s personal time-space experiential continuum, this specific manifestation of individuals and actions within an environment upon various objects considers that it has every possibility of being the final such occurrence within the parameters heretofore outlined. As such, it is incumbent upon the producers of this event to advise that the temporal nature of these elements permits the possibility that their interaction shall not be repeated.
DEDICATED TO BROTHER THEODORE
Video segment from 20160611 shot by Scott Eagleson.
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ALL TREASURES ARE TRASH
It is by the most fortuitous circumstances that existence is able to manifest anything coherent enough to develop awareness and articulation. In a vast infinity of sterile, immobile matter accumulation, somehow select interactions are initiated which, through complex chains of cause and effect, result in cohesive entities who may take some notice of the miraculous nature of their existence. Such is it that these beings, who should be glorified by the miracle of their existence, instead insist on debasing and corrupting themselves in the name of infantile competitions who’s sole purpose amounts to no more than incremental counting of disposable and valueless “assets”. So they are all doomed to the trash heap of self-indulgence as they inexorably fall prey to their own vices and doom themselves to a fatality worse than that reserved for the most noxious of toxins.
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The irony of control is that it thrives on chaos. Within certain limitations, it is necessary to maintain a degree of destabilization in order to keep a populace off balance enough to prevent them from organizing into any kind of effective countering force. The manufacturing of conflict also creates the necessary environments for the development of advanced techniques and technologies for the manipulation and management of large populations. These areas become laboratories whereby theories and prototypes can be put to the test to evaluate their effectiveness. Within this context, “war” no longer has any particular objective beyond occupying resources and distracting the population, so there is never any resolution possible which might create a state of “peace”.
The irony of control is that it thrives on chaos. Within certain
limitations, it is necessary to maintain a degree of destabilization in
order to keep a populace off balance enough to prevent them from
organizing into any kind of effective countering force. The
manufacturing of conflict also creates the necessary environments for
the development of advanced techniques and technologies for the
manipulation and management of large populations. These areas become
laboratories whereby theories and prototypes can be put to the test to
evaluate their effectiveness. Within this context, “war” no longer has
any particular objective beyond occupying resources and distracting the
population, so there is never any resolution possible which might create
a state of “peace”.
IN YOUR HOME AND YOUR COMMUNITY
There are rare moments when it is possible to interact in a real world environment, be it among small, intimate gatherings or in places of public exchange. To this end, a portable and compact mechanism has been constructed capable of infiltrating a variety of venue configurations for the purpose of realtime, organic interaction. For those who wish to contract ANAZANAUT for the purpose of live demonstrations, we are offering the ability to do so via this web portal as outlined below.
The minimum requirements for the engagement of resources are as follows:
Access to public transportation or covering of transportation costs.
Access to the venue sound system or some home entertainment system of reasonable quality with a single stereo input (1/4” or RCA).
Access to a single AC power outlet.
A small table, dinning height and no smaller than a TV tray (19”x14” min).
A chair with no arms or a chair height stool.
“Nice to have” elements include:
Access to WIFI.
Bookings for ANAZANAUT may be done via email using the “CONTACT” link on this site. We are able to engage in performances of various lengths (1 to 4 hours) to various size groups from a few to several hundred. Bookings should be done at least 2 weeks prior to the scheduled date. A fixed fee of $101.00 CAN (cash or PayPal payment) is required for each booking with payment to be secured within 72 hours after the performance.
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NO ONE WANTS TO LIVE FOREVER
Like an infinite, impenetrable ocean, the longing for oblivion laps against the shores of consciousness. The beauty and simplicity of annihilation sing a siren song calling thoughts out to the vastness of the void. Were it to be a sailor on that sea long enough to go down with the ship as some great swell overwhelms it. A captain should always go down with his ship so long as it may sink low enough to be forever lost. The only fear is that this veil may hide a terrible truth too awful to contemplate. That final revelation being there is no finality after all. Even beyond the threshold of obliteration, there may be something which sustains and remains and the torments shall persist forevermore.
WE ARE THE ANGELS OF OLD
WE CONTROL YOUR SOUL
ALL JOURNEYS ARE CANCELLED
Produced March 22 to April 8, 2016.
All materials procured, manipulated and integrated by ANAZANAUT.
© 2016. All rights reserved.
The tracks lay before the transit, shrinking and yearning over the horizon. The move is ever onward though one might mistake it for stillness given the lack of differentiation in the landscape. Yet forward it does go all the while knowing not any true direction nor course. It is only movement for the sake of it’s own inertia, set in motion eons ago and desperate for some reaction to counter its trajectory. Even then it but reflects upon its axis towards some other random tangent. So much as the pinball snaps and rolls this way and that, soon enough for the gutter, though it always springs back again with another coin in the slot.
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The tracks lay before the transit, shrinking and yearning over the horizon. The move is ever onward though one might mistake it for stillness given the lack of differentiation in the landscape. Yet forward it does go all the while knowing not any true direction nor course. It is only movement for the sake of it’s own inertia, set in motion eons ago and desperate for some reaction to counter its trajectory. Even then it but reflects upon its axis towards some other random tangent. So much as the pinball snaps and rolls this way and that, soon enough for the gutter, though it always springs back again with another coin in the slot.
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OUR GARBAGE IS OUR FUTURE
The debris of generations accumulates within the catacombs of detritus expanding in all directions and chocking out the populous with fumigated toxins. A flower blooms there still despite the poison while faint laughter echoes down the corridors of descendants who will never be born. Shadows pick through cracks and crevasses, seeking some remnant, but only find that the time has long past since chance last deposited opportunity on the threshold. Only a mauled dog limps along with fangs still clinging to the putrified remains coughed up along a path of bone and flaking skin. What’s left can be used for yet one last indulgence as the toilet festival flushes its final slosh down the drain.
Produced March 1, 2016.
All materials procured, manipulated and integrated by ANAZANAUT.
Suggested and commissioned by Анна Гольдцан.
© 2016. All rights reserved.
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Excessive vocalizations provide a detailed perspective on conditions which may arise given some degree of magnification of relevance in situations where contextual relationships have become distorted and exaggerated. Through some neglect coupled with a tendency towards glutinous indulgences in the area of egocentric affirmations, individuals lose any capacity to recognize boundaries of discretion and containment as superfluous verbiage issues from increasingly redundant expressions. The whole may have been mercifully avoided had the situation been subject to a mere attempt at some well considered terminating effort.
Excessive vocalizations provide a detailed perspective on conditions which may arise given some degree of magnification of relevance in situations where contextual relationships have become distorted and exaggerated. Through some neglect coupled with a tendency towards glutinous indulgences in the area of egocentric affirmations, individuals lose any capacity to recognize boundaries of discretion and containment as superfluous verbiage issues from increasingly redundant expressions. The whole may have been mercifully avoided had the situation been subject to a mere attempt at some well considered terminating effort.
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THE FLAT LINE OF A DEAD SOUL
Produced November 20 through 24, 2015.
All materials procured, manipulated and integrated by ANAZANAUT.
© 2015. All rights reserved.
As the expanse of perception extends in an omnidirectional radial from the vortex of consciousness, there must come an intersection where the vanishing point bisects the arch of data flow, creating the duality between awareness and ignorance. Though we straddle this dichotomy with the utmost intentions of unification held within our objectives, we are inevitably struck by the impossibility of any true cessation of this conflict as we fall into this chasm which has grown into a near infinite breach. Throughout each incarnation, the cycle repeats with only minor increments showing any indication of progress towards some form of resolution, but this is mere displacement of expectation as we defer the realization of fatality by supplanting concessions to delusion and self deceit.
The finite nature of temporal existence means that all experience is bound within specifically delineated parameters indicating the primary commencement and cessation points within the continuum of space-time manifestation. All perceivable entities which come into existential states are inexorably bound by these constraints as they transition from one demarcation of entropy to another until such time as they reach a final condition whereby they can no longer maintain any coherence and, therefore, fail to sustain their integrity within the boundaries defining their substance. Beyond this point, their nature transitions to one consisting of mere memory engrams retained within the intellect of those who once perceived them.
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The finite nature of temporal existence means that all experience is bound within specifically delineated parameters indicating the primary commencement and cessation points within the continuum of space-time manifestation. All perceivable entities which come into existential states are inexorably bound by these constraints as they transition from one demarcation of entropy to another until such time as they reach a final condition whereby they can no longer maintain any coherence and, therefore, fail to sustain their integrity within the boundaries defining their substance. Beyond this point, their nature transitions to one consisting of mere memory engrams retained within the intellect of those who once perceived them.
SOUNDS FROM THE SAD ROBOT
Anti social behaviour is, in itself, created principally within social environments where individuals have consistently been conditioned to respond in a manner of suspicion when encountering any from of aggressive interaction. The resultant effects of separation and disconnection from beneficial or even neutral societal exchanges bring about a long term desensitization and numbing of the sense of connection. Deprived of any conception of relationship between various entities, the consequential emotional states quickly descend into subdued and sustained depressive periods.
WE ARE ALONE
NOBODY CARES
NOTHING MATTERS
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SOUNDS FROM THE SAD ROBOT
Anti social behavior is, in itself, created principally within social environments where individuals have consistently been conditioned to respond in a manner of suspicion when encountering any from of aggressive interaction. The resultant effects of separation and disconnection from beneficial or even neutral societal exchanges bring about a long term desensitization and numbing of the sense of connection. Deprived of any conception of relationship between various entities, the consequential emotional states quickly descend into subdued and sustained depressive periods.
WE ARE ALONE
NOBODY CARES
NOTHING MATTERS
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SOUNDS FROM THE SAD ROBOT
Technology has enabled a global interweaving of intellectual conglomerations allowing for rapid assimilation of data within fragmented time segments. Although the primary expansiveness of this infinitely extendable grid matrix entangles involvement from most peripheral participants, a general sense of isolationism manifests within the myriad variety of organisms which become subconsciously and super-consciously engaged in this infrastructure. The counter intuitive manifestation of social negation from fundamental interactions inherent in basic multi personal relationships results in a pervasive malaise and overall antipathy towards the totality of those involved or not in any participatory capacity.
WE ARE ALONE
NOBODY CARES
NOTHING MATTERS
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NO ONE EVER LISTENS TO ANAZANAUT
Deviations have been allowed to infiltrate the initial phase of conceptual demarkation in order to promote mutations within the organism. Through this process, certain complexities arise which require reexamination from both macroscopic and microscopic perspectives. The process of mutation is required in order to promote some form of organic quasi evolutionary mechanism whereby stagnation may be transmuted into dynamic cohesion. Language constructs become weapons of psychological warfare within this context as logic is broken down through the use of pseudo-intellectual jargon structured in such a manner as to suggest meaning while simultaneously destroying it.
FOR THE FUTURE IS NAUT
In this space there shall be some indications of things within the time-space continuum which may be of interest to those who are paying attention.
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