This Quintessence of Your Blood
by Eugene Thacker
© 1995
 
 

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[DELEUZE]: These measures belong to the order of dreams, of
pathological processes, esoteric experiences, drunkeness, and
excess. We head for the horizon, on the plane of immanence, and
we return with bloodshot eyes, yet they are the eyes of the mind.
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...catachresis and descension shaded

P a r i s, 1 8 6 8 . ...for, unless he brings to
his reading a rigoro
fugue part I: four orchestras begin playing ous logic and a taut
Requiem, by Gyorgy Ligeti ness of mind equal
at least to his weari
Seated in a dimly lit study, in ness, the deadly emanati
front of an old grand piano, ons of this book will disso
Isidore Ducasse, self-styled Comte lve his soul as water does
de Lautr?amont, in alchemic sugar, but the yellow pha
blood glides like shivers sharks ntom never loses sight of
and devouring convulsions onto him, pursuing him with
the scattered pages dispersed equal speed, hiding all na
across the top of the piano. ture with the vast span of
their bat's wings, t
THIS DEVOUR THE BLOOD-WINTERS OF DISTANCE here is nothing bett
er than his blood, d
fugue part II: four orchestras begin playing rawn just the way i
Polish Requiem, by Krzysztof described, and still
Penderecki very warm, unless
it be his tears, bitter as sal
proliferation the HUNGER of durations t, one should let one's nai
ls grow for a fortnight, ho
In front of him, just to his left, w good it tastes, do you n
is a five-pronged iron candle ot think? for it has no tast
holder with slowly lit candles e, the story is told that i w
burning in them. It is four as born in the arms of dea
o'clock in the morning, and fness, in a flowery grove t
the signals against the windows he hermaphrodite sleeps
from the candles do not indicate a deep, heavy sleep, drenc
the arrival of dawn. He is still hed in his tears, carnal de
dressed in his day clothes, a sire follows this demonst
loose, white shirt, and charcoal ration two sinewy thighs
black pants. press tightly against the
mo
IN STUDIES OF DELIRIUM WE CANNIBALIZE THE WINE-RED DUSK nst
er'
fugue part III: four orchestras begin playing s viscous flesh, like
Requiem in D minor, by Luigi two leeches, someti
Cherubini mes on stormy nig
hts, while legions o
an acupuncture dynamic of black scorpion whirlwinds f winged octopi, w
hich l
the synapse through an AESTHETIC-ONTOLOGICAL MYSTICISM ook li
ke rav
The look in his mind is of ens at a distance, hover ab
an intent evocation. Having ove the clouds, moving p
finished a particular canto, he onderously towards the ci
sets it before him in front of ties of men, burdened by t
the piano, gazing into the he weight of insomnia, a
page for some time with nd he hears the sinister br
matrix flames. He begins to eathing of night's vague r
read aloud to himself, to umours, while the skin o
think the words, while f my breast remained as st
striking massive requiem ill and calm as the lid of a
chords on the piano. An tomb, thrice the blade slid
evocation of a diamond along the grooves with re
pierce disturbance. newed force, i, who can re
pulse sleep a
etchings for the black velvet night of thought hallucination nd night
mares, feel paral
THE APOCALYPSE IRIS OF RECOMBINANT ALCHEMY ysed throug
h my entire
a non-defined vortex horizon replicated emergence body when with its
long ebony legs it c
fugue part IV: four orchestras begin playing rawls along my sati
4'33", by John Cage n bed, how many li

~WRITING SIMULACRA CRYPTOGRAPHS OF INFERNAL UNDOING

[...she is a soft and dark and velvet whisper...] tres of deep
reddish liquor

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Never beginning, never ending days. Ï· ¨´¬¿©ˆÇ1⁄4∫°Ë°Œ§?Ã//~
Days when the ceiling is so low I cannot stand,
And the blunted knife presses into me. in his numerous books on the occult
Melting in the airless heat sciences, mysticism, and esoteric
The walls close in on me ... knowledge, Dr. G?rard Encausse,
Nudging me this way and that known also by the name Papus,
From one to another... describes the fundamentals of the
Like nervous thunder, occult scicences as the study of
Thudding in my head a heart "hidden forces" or "hyperphysical"
Is beating out the boredom... elements of various states of
Nudging me this way and that existence. it is an essentially
From one to another philosophical inquiry into that
Like nervous thunder, which is not of the senses, a "study
Until I fall to claustrophobic sleep - of the invisible," a study of the
And the ever-watching walls lean over me. non-objectifyable or of forces. this
study can be seen as that of nomadic
But when I wake I feel alone. movement, and as that of simulacra
There is nothing but a vast blank floor, abyss of seduction. the mode of
And although the walls are watching a dynamic of thought begins to
I can never reach them. No matter how far I walk, emerge at the non-locale of
I can never reach them. intuition. yet as a study, as a science (taken in
the sense of mysticism), there is also
And the knife begins to shine, a certain (non-teleological) quest in
Hisses in my hand - order to elucidate - or make visible -
Slices through the always blank distance those forces which are and were
So I can see my hooded girl... active as (invisible) forces. realizing
She walks to me across the furrowed fields this inherent paradox, Papus explains
I see a human headed fish revolving in her belly - that the expression and
And the knife it sparkles mediation of this knowledge must be undertaken as
Like the piercing yellow mirror sea an unveiling whose main action is that
And splashes open dead sailors clouded memories - of a re-veiling. it is an
Spills their seaweed dreams over me, unveiling of that which must remain
Spill their seaweed dreams over me veiled, of that for which the word veiled
Spill their seaweed dreams over me has no meaning since it is in fact the veil,
Spill their seaweed dreams...over me the invisible. the study itself becomes a
as I lie on the coral.. veil, becomes invisible, and always
Amongst the driftwood. in the continuum of the (non)point
where it had just been.
And the ever watching walls lean over me.
[Occulta, Occultati, Occultans]
[And Also the Tress, "The Critical Distance"]