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so many longings and self-sufferings from the ego. life flickers through them all and the self is lost eventually, as it should be.
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hyper/texts
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neoscenes maintains a critical distance on the abstract representative force -- another formal division of concept -- called language within the sometimes onerous structures of social hierarchy: with this knowledge in mind, constructing text becomes a serious undertaking with often indeterminate results given the limitations of abstracted lingustic re-creation and skill. included in this formal collection of neoscenes chicken-scratchings are documents concerning projects and practices undertaken in the neoscene sphere of influence. also included are a collection of third-party texts of interest to the neoscenes agenda which are either copyleft or used by permission. please see individual articles for useage limitations. easy-to-print .pdf files are soon available by following the pdf icon links.
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The desert is indescribable. reality rushes into it, rapid Light. The gaze melts. Yet this morning. Very young, I was already crying over humanity. With every new year I could see it dissolving in hope and in violence. Very young. I would take my mother's Meteor and drive into the desert. There I spent entire days, nights, dawns. Driving fast and the slowly, spinning out the Light in its mauve and small lines which like veins mapped a great tree of life in my eyes.
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-- Nicole Brossard
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