against the world, against life

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book jacket from wikipedia

Belatedly coming to novelist Michel Houellebecq's 1991 essay on Lovecraft, Against the World, Against Life. Strange argument that "those who love life do not read" and that because HPL hated life the most he is the writer who will show us the way: "a supreme antidote against all forms of realism." A strong, passionate case is made for HPL as a poetic writer.

Houellebecq delves into HPL's racism more than most critics, asserting that had the author not encountered and been repelled by the "swarthy masses" at the moment of his most dramatic personal failure (his two years in New York when he couldn't find work), he never would have retreated to Providence to write "the great texts" (8 stories listed by Houllebecq, unquestionably Lovecraft's best work) about alien entities breeding with Earthlings and otherwise meddling malignly in our affairs. No racism, no depictions of transcendent, life-hating evil.

Interestingly, African American sf writer Octavia Butler also spun metaphors from racism but instead of evil her books present aliens as agents of implacable, inevitable change. In story after story, a people or culture encounters a superior force and yields to it, becoming something new and other. Lovecraft, the self-identified Yankee patrician without money, despised change and personified it on a demonic, cosmic level. To Houllebecq this is noble, no matter how questionable or ignorant the roots (at least, I think that's what he's saying--he quotes some of HPL's worst letter-writing vitriol without the expected layers of apology). According to Houllebecq, once the great texts were vomited out, the personal racism abated -- or at least, HPL changed his mind about admiring Hitler.

Houllebecq notes that HPL avoids two topics: sex and money. (This led John Banville a few years ago to wonder why Houllebecq liked Lovecraft so much.) I would add, HPL's stories cloak their politics almost to invisibility, regardless of the author's privately-expressed views.

The Psychotronic Man

It was almost worth watching the entire 80 minutes of the 1980 low-budget stinker The Psychotronic Man (namesake of psychotronic films and GIFs) just to read this IMDb review:

Peter Spelson's "The Psychotronic Man" is a tour de force of naive post-intelligentsia film noir. Jack M. Sell directs seemingly endless, artlessly blocked scenes that draw the audience into a twilight mood of almost painful ennui. Truly, even before the opening title graphics crawled across the screen some seven minutes (significant?) into the first reel this reviewer craved the blissful relief of an untimely death before the next zoom-in close-up of Peter Spelson's heavily lidded psychotronic stare! Spelson turns in an idiosyncratic performance as Rocky Foscoe, the barber who prefers his hair tonic to Seagrams Seven. Spelson's Rocky is a tortured soul who has trouble putting together a simple sentence, much unlike the real-life erstwhile insurance agent turned one-time film actor who frankly has never been known to shut up! "The Psychotronic Man" can be favorably compared to the seminal works of Kurasawa or a young Hitchcock only if one suspends all rational thought and gives over to a delusional view of a world where a film such as this can be considered anything more than bong water worthy.

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Featuring an insurance agent-turned-actor, a guerrilla film making style, authentic retro '70's soundtrack and a back-story that just won't die, the experience of "The Psychotronic Man" is truly a total greater than the sum of its parts.

commodify this

A recent Facebook thread on Jennifer Chan's net art commodification essay mentioned a post I did.

Warm regards to the folks who put in a good word or otherwise defended my absent self.

Three points (slurs) should be answered:

1. Bemoaning a 45 page article on internet art commodification is not "resisting commodification." I sell artwork, including video and "net-based work." Possibly I don't do it loudly or ironically enough.

2. If preferring the early blogosphere (a brief, diffuse happy accident) to the current corporate silos is clinging to a digital utopia, then guilty. Otherwise my artist statement of the last 12 years conveys more or less the opposite. My understanding from a talk Olia Lialina gave was that she, too, thought the "old web" was stupid; just stupid in a different way. I love how certain millennials think they have a lock on cynicism.

3. For the last six months, I haven't "debated" anyone over 26, we're told, and that's bad. The staff of certain art & technology websites will be very flattered to hear they don't look a day over that age.

Now awaiting the emails giving me friendly advice not to "lash out" at my detractors "like a wounded animal."

"Salsa Science 2"

"Salsa Science 2" [mp3 removed]

Rhythm: Doepfer A-112 live-sampling a drumbox with mixer-assisted feedback inserting delayed, reverse-delayed and pitch-shifted beats.
Digital (sampler) e-piano and "choir"; digital (FM) bass