"To change milieus, taking them as you find them: Such is rhythm. Landing, splashdown, takeoff... This easily avoids an aporia that threatened to introduce meter into rhythm, despite all the declarations of intent to the contrary: How can one proclaim the constituent inequality of rhythm while at the same time admitting implied vibrations, periodic repetitions of components? A milieu does in fact exist by virtue of a periodic repetition, but one whose only effect is to produce a difference by which the milieu passes into another milieu.
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It is the difference that is rhythmic, not the repetition, which nevertheless produces it:
productive repetition has nothing to do with reproductive meter. This is the "critical solution of the antinomy.""
G. Deleuze and F. Guattari; Of the Refrain

A. Salgado

"Capitalism may reterritorialize too much to stabilize things, too much to block its own flows of liberated desire. But you can't just have flows of liberated desire. If they just go into the infinity to the void, then, then, then we're lost. Land sort of embraces the kind of nihilistic possible conclusions of this. For him, liberation is completely deterritorialization; everything becoming in the all identities being shattered and destroyed; every immobility being or fixity being uprooted; everything flowing, which ultimately for Land leads into a kind of total disintegration and death, which, and Land sort of celebrates this as a kind of ecstatic movement into the void."

"Accelerationism: An Introduction", Lecture by Steven Shaviro @Grand Valley State University

"Franny is listening to the program on wolves. I say to her. Would you like to be a wolf? She answers haughtily, How Stupid, you can't be one wolf, you're always eight or nine, six or seven."
~G. Deleuze and F. Guattari

"There is no doubt anywhere that matters: simply facts. Debate is idiot distraction, humanity is fucked, real machines never closed-up inside an architecture. Schizo-capital fission consists of vectors dividing between two noncommunicating phyla of nonpersonal multiplicity. First, pyramid control structures : white-clown pixel-face, concentrational social segments, EU-2 Integrated history-horizon Second, jungle-war machines: darkening touch densities, cultural distribution thresholds, intensive now-variation flattened out into ungeometrized periphery.

No community. No dialectics. No plans for an alternative state."
~CCRU; Swarmachines

"Nothing runs to plan. The future's already assembled, but not by design. Sub-bass materialist concurrence emerging out of order.
-it's metrophage rush hour and you've lost the plot. organs flicking out into grubby dataspace, mtv'd on synthetix
tactics tag tattoo voodoo you

The living jungle, where no-one has a name, and to survive is to activate mutant lines, become imperceptible in order to percieve, tracking chromatic gradients of intensity across the condo wastelands.
Predator.

the space-time of hypercommoditisation is a nomoid zone of mad clusters where the polis disintegrates into unintelligible webs of swarmachinery.
Schizophrenic capitalism: cultures without a society, a mutant topology of unanticipated connections
Be hivelocity and if you think its gonna blow....you haven't seen anything yet. Wildstyle - wasting the interminable punctual history of the scriborgs.
points failure on the paris metro. snowcrash. there's no point going on. Jus catch a line going wild over to the darkside."
~CCRU; Swarmachines

"Jungle technics severs the cereberal core-texts from their spinal columns of support and cuts copyright adrift from its feudal docking station. Libraries burning in Babylon. Knowledge is decoded from its proprietary grid of occult encryption. The academy in flames. Possessed personal information transmutes into dispossessed impersonal data: sampled, stretched and layered into freeware.

Jungle rewinds and reloads conventional time into silicon blips of speed and slowness that combust the slag-heaps of historical carbon-dating. The past is passed, left behind in a museum case of oedipal mumies belching dust and warnings of ôrevolutionary heritageö. The eternally deferred eschatologies of the left are consigned to the white trash-can of the future and leave a present tense with synthetic possibilites. Between the vertical of retrospective sedimentation and the horizontal of never-coming contradictory crises, jungle finds a diagonal that flees the ossified relics of the dialectic. Synthetic rhythms junk progressive-linear temporality: samplers make time for the future.

Jungle as a space dislocator, destratifying cities snarled in an arcane surveillance apparatus. An operating system opening an invisible and acephalic matrix traversed by cars geared by bassomatic transmissions and orbited by nomadic satellites of clubs, clandestine studios and the black economies of dub plates and mix tapes.

Don't get into a false sense of security. It's not just music. Jungle is the abstract diagram of planetary inhuman becoming. Dread out of control. A post-spectacular immersive tactility that no humanist vision can put you in touch with. Smiling Californian cyberoptimism is as grotesquely archaic as scowling aryan Europessimism."
~CCRU; Swarmachines

- breaking the mold -
The Kiss (2004) by William Cobbing

Culture Is Not Your Friend by Saint Oasis

Georges Bataille truly was right
the Anus is the most virulent and masculine part of the human body.

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