It is part of larger <Tbilisi Book Of The Dead> and it is an autoethnographically correct documentary on the city that constantly dies in them/me simultaneously in past, present and future. 🌴✍️🌠💀
- "Instead of events, we attend apocalypses," announces DJ Cherubim from the driver's turned-up radio.
- @dillatext in @MinorLits, in a mesmerizing story that feels evocative of Volodine, Platonov, and Shestov all of once
https://t.co/8Ifmz9X1WU
"if we try to dismantle the narrative blocks of consciousness, we are left with the flower planted in the pre-reflexive field. Yet remember: every operation here is uncertain, every location and finding — uncertain as well." --> https://t.co/QDm7K24Dr4
"...But whose blood was whose, you couldn’t tell. And I remember suddenly seeing the starry sky.
I had an inappropriate catharsis.
..,And the blood, it was not frightening. Under this celestial cold, in this "starry desert" — this fight was but a dream. We were shadows."
@TobiasvRyan We need to mobilize our friend poets and writers and ask them to tag Barbara Lennie under the poem of their own choice ending the transmission with: Barbara Lennie please call Tobias. Asap.
When a person of words dies and their atoms scatter, does any trace remain, any grave of them within language? In this essay, I try to find my place in human or even programming languages because ‘The apparitions will endure but not humans."
Link to essay <Place in Language> 👇
"People from our past and their shadows equally inhabit the language. The apparitions will endure but not humans. What is never known by anyone is more real and they shaped a language"
https://t.co/JUUCzoIebU
When a person of words dies and their atoms scatter, does any trace remain, any grave of them within language? In this essay, I try to find my place in human or even programming languages because ‘The apparitions will endure but not humans."
Link to essay <Place in Language> 👇
I have uploaded this live version of my old track to streaming services, you can find it by title:
Flowerz in my brain (#აკუსტიკა, Zagareli & Strings)
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revised TANAPHA into a new edition
Wrote an interactive agent from the earlier material using dying code
Exported code back to the reading page
This how I see avant‑garde disco,& the act of reading code that has no utilitarian purpose anymore feels so cool. Like reading prayer⬛️
I’m on it again.
This document is an existential chatbot in making but here I want to forget functionality & print it as a sacred, useless code-as-text. I write it in a dying rule‑based lang for early systems that I first learned in 2010 to talk to dead & test Eliza Effect.
"Perhaps we, who live in the shadows of the Sun, are the Sun’s illusion, or perhaps the Sun itself is our dream. One way or another, prehistory unfolded under the Sun; history began under the Sun and may also end under the Sun."
Eng traslation of DESCENDANTS OF SUN 👇
My essay “Descendants of the Sun” was published in the 37th issue German SF magazine NOVA.
I'm playing around with the hypothesis of conscious sun against the idea to the “dead universe”, I also briefly touch on Bataille’s solar economy, Zapffe’s cosmic tragism, and Platonov. ☆
"From a certain point there is no more turning back. That is the point that must be reached."
— Franz Kafka during World War I, just after his TB diagnosis
People, we created this website:
"Chatrooms are born when someone starts a conversation and disappear if there are 24 hours of silence. We do not store chats for later useand we do not sell them to anyone. No accounts, no avatars, no followers."
Just chat. Enjoy ⬛️
(link below)
Interesting Georgian words series:
ორსული (pregnant) - literally "two-souled"
მონათვლა (to batize) -"to give light to someone"
შენი ჭირიმე - "your grief onto me", "may I take your sorrow on myself"
ბედკრული - “fate”+"cursed", mostly used to describe Georgian nation or history.
The Georgian writer’s problem and sorrow are the same as the neverending crisis of Georgian identity: they are not Western/European, but they are also neither Eastern European nor Asian. They are not a Northerner, but they also have no place in the so‑called “Global South.”
They have been a victim of every empire, most recently Russia, yet they are never named in postcolonial terms. Yes, for a certain period they belonged to the post‑Soviet time, but now calling them that would be inappropriate.
Being a representative of one of the world’s oldest surviving cultures, they uniquely carry within them elements of many different cultures, and they struggle to show this extraordinary mosaic to others beyond the country’s official PR strategies. Geographically they are Caucasian, but their culture and religion are also different.
Consequently, their sense of belonging is fractured, which is an interesting challenge creatively, but creates problems in every other administrative, classificatory, political, and existential process. I feel this confusion on ourselves everyday.
"The morning shimmered like a TV screen in my apartment window. The screen seemed to be turned on, but nothing appeared yet."
- 1970, Edisher Kifiani
Just found this crazy gem in Keti Chartolani upcoming book Georgian Utopia on Soviet scifi. 14 years before Neuromancer :o <3