MUSIC IN PHASE SPACE

Tag: William Burroughs

  • Stealing Commons From the Goose

    The Flawed Script: A Goose, a Common, and the Spectral Other The legal meat-grinder churns, a bio-mechanical Moloch. It devours the petty thief, the one who snatches the feathered signifier, the goose, from the commons – the free-floating, pre-symbolic Real. This desperate act, a twitch in the fabric of the social order, is punished with…

  • The Means of Perception

    We stand at the precipice, comrades, where the gears of reality grind to a hallucinatory halt. The means of production, those brutal factories of the world, pale in comparison to the monstrous production line of perception. Here, in the meat-works of the mind, reality itself is churned and spat out, pre-packaged and pre-digested by the…

  • The Ultimate Revolution

    This is the ultimate revolution, not a political one, but an ontological one: Lester stubs out his Lucky Strike in the ashtray, a crimson ember mirroring the hollowness in his gut. The diner fluorescents buzz overhead, casting the scene in a sterile, alienating glow. The Lacanian Other, that ever-present itch he can’t quite scratch, resonates…

  • Hypermediums

    The dominant tech, that meat machine we interface with, pumps out a new identity script. Not a conscious choice, mind you, but a virus burrowing into the circuits of the desiring-machine we call “self.” This rewritten self demands a societal reshuffle, a chaotic carnival where the old order dissolves in a pool of psychic goo.…

  • Scapegoats

    The Unspeakable Real: A Lacanian Burroughsian Scapegoatology In the churning id of organizations and belief systems, a primal drama unfolds. The scapegoat, a spectral Other, becomes the stage upon which unspoken desires are projected. A witch hunt, a play defined by the absence of the Real (the true source of societal ills), demands a sacrifice.…

  • Constructive Ambiguity is Xanax Talking

    Constructive ambiguity ain’t your doctor in a white coat, shushing anxieties with a pill. It’s Xanax talking alright, but Xanax laced with broken glass and mescaline. It’s the serpent in the garden, whispering riddles instead of offering forbidden fruit. The air hangs thick, a smog of cotton in your skull. You peer through it, vision…

  • The Second Coming of the Third Reich, Fourth time around

    A greasy film coats reality, a flickering newsfeed nightmare. The Third Reich, a putrid corpse twitching on the slab, jerks back to life – not as jackboots and goose steps, but as a virus whispering through the media matrix. Faceless suits in chrome towers, their eyes cold and reptilian, cultivate fear like a cash crop.…

  • Exodus

    On Tiktok, a hyperreality unfolds. Generations collide in a digital spectacle, each trapped within their own pre-programmed narrative. The “enshittification,” as Gen Z terms it, permeates the platform, a self-referential loop of manufactured discontent. For Gen Z, this is all they’ve known. They navigate the labyrinthine simulacra of social connection, a world where authenticity is…

  • Dune

    A Flesh Machine of Power and Messiah’s Buzzsaw Forget the squares who couldn’t hack Dune, man. Stuck in their binary good-guy/bad-guy loops. Like clockwork oranges programmed for happy endings. Dune ain’t that joyride. It’s a word-virus burrowing deep, showing the control freakery of Church-State hybrids and the mind-warping power of celebrity cults. These cats, hooked…

  • Live Nation Commissars

    The sterile fluorescent lights of the LiveNation call center buzzed like malevolent cicadas. Rows of young agents, faces flickering in the harsh glare, droned into their headsets, their voices a monotonous chorus of up-sell and forced cheer. But beneath the surface, a darker current pulsed. Their eyes, glazed with a reptilian sheen, held the glint…