Synopsis
Ideas are history’s residual value, and Insociable is a short residualised work of prose unconcerned with economic prognosis. This is because in a knowledge-economy, Intuition is Capital. Language becomes its own objective.
Ideas are an impulse of thoughts which impel action by direct appeal to imagination, and a more imagined world leads to more sophisticated levels of liquidity. Human activity is driven by its need for transformation, and Insociable reads as it does because it is not presenting a rationing system. This is because rationing systems are unable to afford their own benefits.
Language separates us from primates; ideas separate us from that we behold. I believe we are now located in a post-ideal whereby environment has assumed a legitimacy of its own; over ingenuity despite an industrialization and interconnection never afforded in history before.
Bubbles of atmosphere created by a World Bank brokered market in privatized air are symptomatic of a satiated developed world artificially creating scarcity. Caused by a cultural softening of artistic, social and commercial expectation; where weather-forecasters in jackboots have risen from a paucity of thought, suggestion, authenticity, purpose, conviction and audacity. And even those who believe in absolute freedoms draw their lines.
Insociable renders prosaic economic text, which instead should have followed Blake’s course to Jerusalem. English loves a story and its loves sedition, as it polices its prisons of nostalgia and icons to lost promise. It is not what this is about; it’s about what Insociable is doing. To coin a phrase.
How would Jerusalem be? This world is round because we remember. Evolutions highest authorities have evolved into us in digressions from repetitions of narrative drive. Identity and generation in a point of support basked in ultra-violet where money, spirits and discounts reach engagement in prescience. Jerusalem is not a locale; it revolves free from incongruous examination in perpetual material surround of defined thought. Combinations of origins, disconnection, connection, transformation continually moving in combusition of intuition; interaction.
And this is how it occurs originally, inmetricate. Again! It is not history which repeats, it is time: first as tragedy, then as our lunchhour. Historians become clockwatchers. Modern life’s insociability, regarded with surgical precision as a condition of language. A composition of fertile inventiveness constantly ingeminated. A conversion and perversion from English. Unlimited semeiosis. Property, relationship, activity, discussion. Similiarity and loose association disconnecting sensual input. Imagination. Moving through fractured want of desire to entirety in an instance.
Language patrolled by frontier guards. Over a wire in progressive desire over speed, object, distance, tortured from parts into apart. Transformed apex cutting into further dimensions on will. Liberation has no memory. It has no state. No State of mind or state of play. Motion over movement, into an eye. Rather than wilt physical fortitude knows when to fold. Labour mobility fermenting in mis-allocation.
A story where revolutions occur ubiquitously: starting exactly where they end. History begins and ends. And common sense becomes less widespread. Modern life loses and regenerates promise in parallel: software towers of Babel view collapse shortly before their own demise. A constant and morbid commentary. Purpose lost within crossfires of neurological commotion. One to its heart, one to its head; eventually succumbing in axioms of consciousness. Motion, imagination, sound: an industrialised, informationalised, rationalised, pernicious narrative. Post-industrialised living in permanent alteration.
Money as liquidity to a point where money gets washed-up and washed-over; carried to sea and dissolved as non-migratory in its knowledge that knowledge-scarcity orientation is unequilibriumated. A scarcity of thinking deambulating between an informationalised and industrialised aesthetic system thundering forth on resolution made with an iron will. Fulminated in movement away from regret and dependence. Pollicitation as unjoined thought toward a reality just around any corner; its trope being polygottic transition.
Modernity reduces gravity in this digital space void; landfills of fundamental media-event, predictive of news-event perpetuating media event. This insociable, weightless epoch where commodity rich-superempowerment catches up with its own development. It gets by, watching. Vigilant. Giving best to most in stagnant predictiveness.
Where we don’t penetrate, we rebound. Recoiling in days, months, years; decades in a second. In lives. Idioms clocking on awaiting pregnated awareness, becoming. This Roman Theatre: spiked sticks decadent and lament rejoinder of sorrow. Vindication before this audience. Spared this frugal charade. This spectacle-building into one moment as so many pass over.
And why care for autistic non-metricity. Why this revenant experience wanting to recall each moment. Why now? Why ask why is everything so expensive directly in psalm. Desire, expectation; transported into futural, utopian corollary. Distant and swinging between banality, unfulfilment; inflated achievement to a cormorant spectacle. This Cancer of Modern Life.
2. Superpowers and Superheroes (Proximated in Unique Gravitational Waves)
Once upon a time in a grand plan of divine intervention, orchestrated by all that stands; life falls into its story. By its own volition on its own light, sound verberated around. Continuation occurred, spurred on by desire. Awakened. Intuition beget interaction, begat intu!tion. Beget all between.
Known as an objective without name; a spiritualised release of obligatory conflation. We could be anything and already here. An active galaxy inside. Where everything is commodity, what pulls us together is masquerading as endeavour. Dissent and protest imitation symbolized gesture; revolutions packaged for consumption. A consuming garbage journalism of misinformation. A clandestine force feeding on avoidance. Intimidation. Desperation. Irony. Involvement disturbing this circulation. Inescapable vacuums of reason. Unravelling in their centre an alien hold: unique gravitational waves coming to claim us.
Commodification from supernova explosions creating our heaviest elements. Huge stars die; new powers created from supernova exposions of linguistic formation. A message in a passage which never gets stranded. Repeating, fading; sometimes straining. Stardust in an ongoing connection between biology and cosmos. Reaching over that distant look whereby past becomes present adjoined. Death explosions and carbon comparisons and photosynthesized irregularity and manifestation bifurcated. Cancer cures its own ills.
A residing quality lives over. Static and moving in generation. Burly and surly to a point of its own demise. Science killed in its own supernova explosion. Outer-rays conducting energy for biosphere reaching out to all parts. Evolution becomes its own object in transformation. Roads of excess. Palaces of wisdom. From one extreme to another into passivity and discontent. Suspicious of our own hands. Common dirt which jams our magnets and direction. Parameters and frictions made; expanding like birthday balloons. Closer. Further. Onward.
Onward in currency trading making benign worship to esoteric warships upon corrugated shipping lanes. Shipping that alters conversely between Europe, Asia, America. A merry cargo child-minded once a week before bedtime. These lanes are full and non-stop. Raging against dread, floating on dreams, drowning in borrowed time. Washed-up seniority debating from alcohol leveraged, thought crippled debt. Wanting every last drop of dynamic and trend. One idea, one thought, one-by-one.
Dread of dispromise. Stuck in a middle once synonymous with stability and affluence. Now on a rising tide of interconnectedness. Corrugation because of protectiveness against this flotation. A rising tide of idiation causing liquidity in impulses of thought. Beyond consuming classes. Beyond fear. Beyond restriction.
Beyond definition. Beyond cycles. Beyond business. Intuition is Capital in absence of macroeconomese instability. Intuition is not stored as stock: storage in a rising tide of intangibility is unfluctuable. This is a state of play. No more bubbles. Only challenges in ideas. Centrifugal power; centrifugal hero. Intuition is Capital. Capital is world making.
Making one way thoughts; flow until breaking sequence occurs. Inevitably. And where this opens, time and place kid you not. Not only sentenced in this fecundicity, questioning where to go once convicted. Belief in Capital markets. In power; in transformation. Not pocket-change. In cognitive power. In growth without growable mass without contraction. No phase at all; no period. History in a moment.
A cessionary brew where experts, commentators, market-makers, movers, shakers; dropped into an all-knowing signallated end-phase. History phased out. No end-phase plus 1. All that ended. Solarity to solidarity to all those who cast shadows. Who felt this warmth. Who knew.
Markets we knew. Bringing us face-to-face with our future today. Today changing tomorrow. An engrained habit of procrastination; a dependency from an over-afforded, stagflated condition placing us in margins of conditional, institutionalized living. Enrichment by delivering this future into now - making good this promise. Permissions of everyday eukharistia.
Off beam, ontrack. Taking a different course. Highly wrought finding Jerusalem; sleeping in justness. Fondness. Speaking stories from innocence and joy. Not only glancing at a world outside corroding less resilient parts; reflecting on that moving out.
3. Calibration
Knowledge is intention. Violence is less ubiquitous. Peace is less demanding and a difficult thing is less effortless. Parables make for lessons where intention is removed. Knowledge should not be this demanding. Reality is not so ordinary; material optimal is an accountable calculation. Same old routine of vandalised protocol. Efficiency equates consumptive progression, absorbed and abandoned. Night time, switching on. Waves running into carbonation. Existing at will. All this cover for more, more.
Benchpressed weight of boredom replays orange dawn. A loss of narrative impetus and order and expectation. No story. Remembrance falls short; over fire burning, melting, finding form in a horse which just won’t drink. Dematerialized turgid repetition without provocation. Dimensionless sphere’d depth; bathed in bathos offending exclusivity. Critical information, critically informed. Out of a blue sky came an arcane development. On a street sits a man soiling his own space. Ringing in his own ears his own voice.
Like any economic text, an incomplete bridge between synthesis and transformation – helpless voices which paddle without fear of destination. Without gravitas. Its why, its when and wherefore without ever happening. Impaled on indecision. Everything left to chance. Cards held in moments. Eyes down, fronting grudge nadir; waiting for triumphant homes whose briefing at bedtime rescinds danger.
What this is about, is about nothing. Everything which makes sense ultimately modernizes. Nothing unmaking sense, re-modernising understanding of which nothing means by its most nostalgic, pre-emptive sensibility unreinvented. Language untransforming apart from history. Lines schuled diamond reflective light morph alcohol and emotive united states of disintegration. Motion in waiting rooms. Technology regurgitating. Prescence behind. Dismantled. Dimensionlessnessed.
Where rationale reflects on attained moment, formation beyond unpondered deliberations slip away into unexpectation. Horizons once again created and defined in uncertainty. Impatience prolongued in contradictions by dialogue. Ecstasy, everything, burst in sound; all that was imagined, is. And back unout. How long it could be; it goes on too long. Fashionally late and ludicrously outmoded. Risibly creating succession. A new vogue. Modernity, its geography, history, science, order, expansion, order. Its order. A new order. Its going on too long.
From one point to another, as time becomes less defined, that surging belief will out. That inside-formed gets out. Complexity without difficulty. Travelling tubes perforated and seeping, weeping and joyous as outside gets in. Possibility played out in realtime interface. An unknown absolving surge brings it through. Memory gates opened, unattended by their now redundant custodians. Insociable no more.
Advancement from east of your compass, from west: Nations rise and fall by morbidly intensifying their own first principles. If history’s seventeenth century was French, Eighteenth Spanish, Nineteenth British, Twentieth American; then now we are marching onward beyond a mandarin dream, beyond a nationale. Soldiers armed in mental fight with an informationalised fear of seriousness.
Markets, money, religion, science, ideology attempt to bring us before a plan of action. Light entertainment brings us together with distraction; mirrors bring us face to face. Every sociality exists in contradiction and emergence in tendency for motion. A compellation to desire, movement to a higher force, an imaginary world: a pulse of freedom if you really want to hack it out. Waves of creative destruction as Schumpeter defined economic cyclic transition, moved from despondence. And prognosticators of divine intervention, of historical destiny, unholding as motion moves this energy in irregular directions. Everything is cyclical. Everything is unpredictable. Irregularity down to our toes.
4. An Informationalised Fear of Seriousness
Whizzing in a wealth-spiral. Circulating in unknown riches. Dislocation of value and its unfamiliarity procedes this fall. A tumble into temporary incongruity. as landowners preceded trade. Proceedation of any arrangement in an informationalised post-manufactured material arrangement. Work which is lavished! Only fear keeps it as second-form. An informationalised fear of seriousness from traders and men’o property unfamiliar with this creative ballast.
Now there are Players. Interplayers, Interactors and intertime. Risk being supported in an invisible matrix suspending them from fear of spontaneity. Fear of eventuality. Fear in conservative estimates of output. Poetry for currency-traders.
Into activation over activity. Translation over reading. Cached treasure over communication. Cancer becomes its own language: resigned, disappointed, unambitious. How can anything else be where societies are too large to afford their own existence. Where they grapple and correspond with land they cannot hope to realize. A move from this rationalised provision and extrapolation from measured output. Movement will surely view a general ill as a general good. There is no society to cater for individual disease. This is knowledge-working and information-scarce. All roles derived from divisions of activity are no longer when faced with a post-stone-age-know-all. A Loosmore experience.
A fear of seriousness away from happiness. Beyond a point of monetary pursuit in everyday gratification. Further beyond a hierarchy of needs of food, water, material comfort; beyond safety, security; belongingness, acceptance, esteem. No longer is, rather transformation as.
Everything becomes ‘As’. Interdependency as source of jetstreamed movement. Complete as an information node. As. Individual as producer. As postconsumer. Monologue as dialogue. As gone before technology-makerer. As those things we do. As a spell we are under. Artist as labourer. As once innovator. As a face you may have seen in a newspaper. As a benign Journalist working as a source of all font. As jury presiding on its verdict. As simultaneously as form we hopelessly used as opinion-former. Where Doctors worked as information analyst; only was it work? As if a promise couldn’t be broken. As if we work with our own hands. As epidemiologist as cartographer. As if it fell into wrong hands it would become radiated ‘Asm’. Sociologist as interpreter as if we can be bothered. As modelled. As beyond. Reality still. As if ludicrous became plausible. As if in an informationalised fear of seriousness.
As in heaven moves dark clouds as Informationalised chewed cancer-light as eternally shining through; as back and back again river flow and trade goes. Loading, re-loading. Material weight beating into fine veins. Finding hills, meeting minds, hearts pumping.
Fire raging. Upwards and every direction at once. How would a dimensionlessness media-saturated contemporary world allow this replacement of machine with a knowledge of machine as music is made with machines which make music? Words written with machines which make words. With no intention. End absolute impacts of urbanized generation because of centralised, exportatised, decentralised, repatriatised. Knowledigititedemodifisedasisfantistic. Unpronounced and paid hourly for saying so.
For saying surrendered ordinariness as gravamen made from alluded play; language takes its legitimacy from a world beyond. Diachrony affirms word; synchroncy affirms world. A collision between affirms objective. A beginning and an end apart. A fall. An amazing grace. A coil mortalised into a start; cadenced out on uninflection.
This time is different from last. A dirge into a rhythm; eventually succumbing to hymn. Pressed into stars which cast transfixed gaze; voluntary evulsion spirited into those projected sparkling energies. A rare fluorescence once again. Repressed desire released. Inequietude massaged away and ease presiding. Equal in Savannah. Without gravity and concaved, these embers projecting forward. A natural course of events with him, with her; entwined inside. All over.
5. GDP and Rationing in an ex-Growth World
Catching a rising tide of knowledge in a sanguine environment of service, besets rockets of intention. Assimilation over service used exhaustively. To a point of unbending stress. Usury, using, usually; unusual where more is paid for a pleasant time. Beyond consumption, Jerusalem. Where aspiration is expired. Extrapolated from before where Air is traded in confines of corporate security. Privatised oxygen. A knowledge-economy is intentional scarcity enginned by desire. Rationale in complete imagining. Capturing, holding, propelled on. An upward wealth spiral develops from perfect knowledge.
Its nemesis perfectly grey suited, orderly and sobered, waiting for a lesson. Pencils ready, attention primed. Moments on, it strays. Please repeat that. Modernity makes it difficult to learn how to learn. Fixation is paginated and unread. With instruction at a premium, this is why public service is so expensive. A rationing system of any kind is unaffordable, slow, cumbersome, and undynamic. That is because dependency on others for knowledge supports habits of procrastination.
Sectorisation first blurred, absolved in absolute outmodation. Unease to assurance. Now there is just us. Competition from unseen sources opened, unfolded into a ubiquitous and magnificent eye. Trading away from corporate indulgence, and into our own Company.
And if money went out of fashion, radicals would save it and plan for their future; money stock-piled by all those who never had it. Non-worshipped heroes in a moment. Breast feeding material need through magnification, on and further without platitude set in music.
An information revolution which occurs further innovations to remove risk and uncertainty – as Futures and Insurance emerged – then turgid predictability is as undesirable. A revolution of intangibles brings Ideas, not things! An intangible world navigates on suggestion and authenticity. There lies risk. A break-out from conditioned structures of home, memory, location. Ever more sophisticated forms of liquidity created by inter-connection, cleaning Augean stables flow on a panacea to auriferous promise. Glimmering gently. Places and centres around. Encircling gutters and euphanism. Pain takes it all to where it matters most. Boiling, aching, troubling why it cannot see through beautiful jaded blue-eyes; bones and aged lines where water retentively suffocates a magic number. Based connection, electric flow, pulsing shock and that desperate moment of loss. It separates, isolates everyday. Modern-well-informed-members-of-a-newspaper-reading-public. Lovely! Second to a suffix. Editation while clearly enjoying a collection of samples. Exemplified sea-breezes emtiphise even a severest conversant commendation and extant purposes of a dictionary.
As vague as it is precise. Delivered and accomplished. Under tables and weary eyes that celebrate a place which leans and gets leaned on; a temporary haven of relaxation. A point of support. Essential services and welfare leave us behind in bad sentiment. Feel good factors will give way to that driving circle. Moving around, moving us to tears. A last inhalation of everything. Oxygenated by all we knew. An exhalation in another dimension.
A rationed future in this world is a pickled-present. And there isn’t a future than now. No world other than this one. Everyman over an ice-cap, a forest. Ever more sophisticated forms of liquidity. We too are a source born gloriously in truth. A calm spirit I understand. Courageous. A contented heart. Faith moving cold hands. Mauled over prickly time, stood still.
Tomorrow in chords and yesterday in sequence. Now as it plays, falling out, there is applause in autumn and silence in winter. X-rays in high season quagmired and resonant. It all adds together, finding a target open to suggestion. Inner structure whelks toward cell-divided. No sweat.
6. Dimensionlessness
Money became an obvious promise to pay its bearer. Promises both made and broken and a monitored train of thought which judges percentage gains on what it can get away with. In a day. Less obvious, less liquid, less belief; more chance.
Temptations’ physics set us poles apart. Opposite to each other. Set us together. Terror relates to acquaintance. Expression to paralysis. Between decay and decadence, lay us. From midday to midnight when that clock strikes twelve all sensation rings-out. A terminal dreaded dreamer. An activity of translation within fallibility and unbearable nihility; preluding annunciation presaging a fall into valencies we hear and see. Liberty from governance of communication. ‘Is’ is dangerous, As becomes directness greater than language. A singular, non-individual universality. Out of a trap.
Out of dichotomising investment in human and physical capita. Out of sand-eating economese. Intuition is Capital in a knowledge-economy! Allocated from a final stage of post-consumption. as post-rationing. Knowledge scarcity as intentional scarcity. Man in his own image. Directional engagement. Conviction. One last fight. One final stand. From fringes of lunacy into a centricated perfect multiple of accepted irregularity.
From an over-development and satiation and perfidy preluded in a glutted state; that feeling of having had too much of something. Over abundance and a cloyed distaste. Movement from emotion, moved from its own incompleteness in a saturation of compassion. Mourning fatigue. More into better, then into choice, then into pleasure; into what? What happens? Jerusalem shifting from consumption patterns and convenience. Beyond scarcity; beyond choice; beyond cost; beyond regret. Man hears Sociality in his voice. And how would that be?
Reconciliation of past and present and projected events cognitised. Object and subject binary implode. Ontological fever giving way to nympholepsy; in turn diseased. Dimensionlessness accelerated; ancient vanishing perspective points drawn in contemporary mediation: a transition from mathematics of zero to mathematics of singularity.
Invisibility from public appearance in skeletal facts illuding an aurating mystique. Rested before a streetlight as time ticks down, tension built; colluding with fear, paranoia. A prelude. Fighting gnostic assurance with lightning bolts. Slaloms of incomprehension in between sunbursts of illumination and outburst of profanity. Unimagined states of incapability. Periaptic rescue from chaotic instability into intricacy and boundlessness. Once measured, once material, once predictive formation now a post-material and unexperienced visitation living in unexpectation.
Occurrence suaved from good manners, upbringing, breeding; falls – shattered - to an iconoclast who a hundred years forward occurs suaved from good manners, upbringing, breeding; falls - shattered - to an iconoclast of stuck-records. Idiopathologically flawed. Supposition lies. Those preconceptions which fall around. Finding fertile ground in holes dug deep. Under beneath.
So here comes a wombsound! Fashionably late. What is heard of interstitial residence speculates over live period. Material's natural force interludes hemispheres - horizons of end phase becoming continual origination: history-neutral time. Everything becoming known in intuitive conscience beyond sensation and defined time: circulating and revolving transformation. Triumphant morphing from thrills of extremes and depravity. Our transformed, unmodern, unmetric, unconscious space of knowing. Amen.
Jonathan Gulson
27.1.2007