Constellation: Socio-Symbolic Material
The always-already symbolically saturated form of materiality in which humans are embedded. It is both individual and social, and forms the ground of ontological freedom. Used to describe the fact that for humans, material reality is inseparable from symbolic and social meaning.
The Hole
Baden Abroad · AH HI Hole Dramatis Personae Brick: A man in his thirties Goewyn: A woman in her thirties Man: A man in his forties Jorja: A woman in her late twenties I Man: Are you alright down there? Brick: I think so… I’m not sure. Man: Well, do you want to come out?…
Skin Game
Source: I Remember by Baden Abroad Skin Game (Extract) The skin, white and flickering, faintly moist in the bright light, taut around a skull in which two large sockets hold two dark orbs, irises deep and black. The skin fascinates, hums a reverberating message, plays an offbeat tune. I listen with my eyes. I won’t…
Rulers of La Langue
Source: Breakfast by The Evolution Control Committee An Ode to a Slogan “Feeling good is a philosophy” Oh? Is that what it is? Well, the ad says so, so I guess I’ll call it quits and join your mobile network, oh rulers of la langue, teachers of wise secrets, gurus of capital How you have…
The Broken Mirror
Source: Roads The Mirror’s Longing by Niclas Tamas I Am X (Excerpt) 14. M [Mirror] It’s not love. It’s just another version of me for you to play with. And what the image giveth, so shalt the image taketh away. First, your spirit. Then your mind. Then your body. [Sung] “You do it to yourself,…
The Text of Self
Source: Music for Solo Performer by Alvin Lucier. What Can Go Wrong in the Mirror (Excerpt) What the orders of grammatization from primeval to communicative to situational call for is a unity of the text of self—that is, a final order of narrativization that represents a coherent story of self that acts as “justification” for…
Synaptic Storm
Source: Varieties, Binaries, and Other Assortments by Discreet Metal Machine Music Whale – Part II Standing in the centre of an ego, covered in mayhem, think someone would clean it up, down there on the pavement cigarette butts, a stream of soda winding its way, detritus of the day, early morning fog, mind and sky,…
