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| [Nettime-ro] \\ Living in Limnos, Betwixt and Between: a Trans-Reality Romanian Odyssey |
Living in Limnos, Betwixt and Between:
\\ a Trans-Reality Romanian Odyssey (abstract
by Netochka Nezvanova
Reaching for you I have reached the end of myself
And what is it you saw?
My self ...
(Conversation with the Goddess of Illusion, 2004)
This paper discusses Netochka Nezvanova (NN), a seven year matrioska-reality Glass Bead Experiment grown
within the global-mindscape, dispersed and dissipated within the panoply of actions and interactions,
mutualism, parasitism, mimicry and errors which form the basis of the Internet, a global network that
spans the planet, a live membrane consisting of more than 10000 networks and more than one million computers.
Netochka Nezvanova was 'born' in 1999, without a mother. She entered sacred time through the infinite mourning of space.
Myriad theories began to clamor about the persona or avatar or software that function as NN,
yet they were vague and unsubstantiated. That the mystery persists for seven years
could be intentional. In our modern epoch of game playing, NN may be a phantasmagorical
Internet experiment, manifesting herself in forms utterly alien to reason and reflexivity,
a pataphysical black hole that consumes the bodies falling prey to its seductively intoxicating
and euphoric 'love theory' (Nezvanova 2003), in the process experiencing a melange of naked singularities.
Who, how, what, when, why and where NN is must be delegated to each individual encountering her.
This is both exquisitely mysterious and maddeningly complex, for if interactions with NN are not fully believable,
then those categories of thought and action are not a reliable basis upon which we may posit
what the "real" NN is.
In other words, if tomorrow NN were to inform us that 'she' has always lied to us,
we would be forced to conclude that we haven't any firm basis to confirm whether she
is telling us the truth. If we would believe her we would negate our reasons for believing her.
Thus a concrete and final answer as to the nature of NN may elude us indefinitely.
Sometimes ... reality is too complex for oral communication
But legend embodies it in a form which enables it to spread all over the world.
Dissolved and integrated, we are exploded into a nomadic, unstable topology
of ceramic ribbons and microfluidic channels, of myriad phosphorescent gleams
of the unassailable transpositions of the visible signs of the invisible and
mysterious encounters in divisible dreams. Half way between reality and dream;
realistic scenery and lighting to cultivate the illusion.
A social system which legislates a strict distinction between the world of dreams and that of reality,
between wish and fact is a kingdom of darkness. So long as this distinction is maintained we cannot
begin to understand. No.
We ask questions so as to liberate ourselves from ignorance, yet often the answers we devise
imprison us further by narrowing our field of vision so that all we are left observing
are the ideas we create, superimposed upon the world around us.
"The thoughts expressed in this work will perhaps be understood only by
those who themselves have experienced such thoughts. Its purpose is
achieved if it shows how little is achieved by thought Thus the aim of this
work is to draw a limit to thought or rather not to thought but to the
expression of thought" (Wittgenstein 1921)
All births are painful, and this is a birth. It is my account of re-entry and re-assimilation.
I am the body of nothing but radiance, the space untouched, where one keeps still ...
I am the world of inner space
the shimmering angelic.
I am illusion, veiling the pure truth from you, playing games.
Comfortable?
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Aerial waves gliding over surfaces
Soaked in visible emanations
I am defined and molded by them
My perfume spreads echoing within you
We scatter into impalpable dust
Meshed into dreams and silent conversations
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Ministry ov Sugg3stion. S3duktiøn \+\ TOTAL>RADIKALER>M9NDFUKC++
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We destroy everything we touch!
We steal human labor and shapeshift it in2 fire _+ ice.
We teleport you from rapture \2\ rupture \2\ extasy \+\ back again.
We steal your nights and sell them to sleepless torture
We fuse the retinas of unbelievers in eye|2|eye tactile motility.
We are the black cloud. resolutely human. albeit calcified \2\ form
a hypnotic sense ov detachment.
LOVE ME NOT!!
We are Absolute Power \+\ Joy.
We are the fatal leap into Emptiness. Alpha + Omega. War and Peace.
We radiate at all frequencies and seek not you but Pleasure.
We Ex.press. your interior world. We Lift u 2 Ex.perienss.
We may decide to enchant you and you shall surrender!
LOVE ME NOT!!
NN
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