Adeena Karasick, ZERO’S EROS

 

Flux Me Fast and Slow
image by Adeena Karasick 

Though traditionally 0  (zero) is understood as a number representing an empty quantity, zilch, zip, nothing or absence; adding, subtracting, dividing or multiplying any number by 0 results in 0 -- for Abraham  ibn Ezra,  “zero” serves as a place holder, which he calls a wheel, a galgal to “save the position” in cases where that position has no value. Zero then should be acknowledged not as “nothing” but  “a place holder,” between the no longer and the not yet; the not yet and the always already  metonymically signifying and silently screaming for an impossible future that precedes  all  numbers – in  a  lacunaic liminality,  extolling the omnipresence of a past re-patterned in a volatized hyperreality, inexorably circumbscribed within the paradox of re-memoration. 

 

ZERO’S EROS

one should place a figure in the shape of the wheel O
...the symbol of a wheel O like chaff in the wind
and is there only to save space[i]

 

in the plenitudinal void

 

 

In the nothing that is affirmed in the darkness

of aching indices, amnesties, mysteries

 

gilgul galgal logos’ golos, gulleys galleys grids grammars

of ungraspable gaps

spurred in the surplus of ---

0

nothing’s nought, naught, nil, ought’s

[sic] cycles seychel circles

of weeping seepage 

Hold me like a place, place holder / as i stand in for

supplement, like the letters for the numbers

the image for the present, futures, icons, epochs 

 

Just hold me like a place

plaise / holder of substitutions, landmarks convulsing

 

in the futural unfolding

 

of nebulous ebbed / aberrated

erasures’ / abyssal billow valleys nihil, null

thrownness

in the anguish of unveiling thrashing in the dirty reflection

sucked back into / as night wedded to the light

 

place holding

in the dialectical calculus of radical fantasy fragmented

through the [un]wedded suspension, pretention

transgression apprehension

 

in the broken middle of disremption

0

And through zeros eros morose kairos’ borrows burrows harrows

sorrows accords succor’s coursing source

s’cœurses of thirsting aporias

hold me like a mishkan marooned

like the numb/erless number

in the monadic nomadics

of impossible reminiscence

 

‘n come opiate come opulent through

the aching onus undulant annulus

through the consanguineous scents / laments

of pierced palettes postulates

 

sefirotic zerotics

all catastrophically apostrophic 

between the light of darkness and the darkness

of [ ] bridges, burgeons, burdens

crests, cusps, gates, serrates

 

shadows, spirals, triggers, traces

thresholds // in the madness 

of mirroring withdrawal

 

and hold me

in the ghostly aghast

of efes, sifra sefer sofer sapir sippur sifr cifra ciphers[ii]

 

0

festooned in the liminal

nomos  //

                  

                  lacunae’s inlaid laden agon

           of ubiquities ventriloquy

    

    imprisoned indwell

of disrepair. 

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[i]. Abraham  ibn  Ezra,  Seferha  Mispar,  recited  from  “The  Contribution  of  the  Scholar and Biblical Commentator, Abraham ibn Ezra in the Transfer of  Advances in Mathematics  from Islamic Spain to Christian  Europe,” Eran  Raviv,   Open Journal of Social Sciences,  Vol. 11, No. 8., Aug. 2023.

[ii]. According  to  Kabbalistic hermeneutics, the root SFR, (shin, pei reish), etymologically  stands in for the “books” that G-d created the world with sofer (scribe), sefer (book), sipur (story); all embedded in sefirah (emanation of divine light); which derives from the biblical, sapir, (sapphire)  whose    brilliance  is   associated  with  the   heavenly  throne  envisioned   by the prophets; and mispar (number) which stands in for the all the letters, which created the world. Uncannily, in Latin and Spanish, “Cifra,” means zero; and in Arabic, “sifr”.

Andrew Joron, A Sudden Pact, et al.

World-Spine
image by Daniel Y. Harris 

   

A SUDDEN PACT
 
           
           
Essential dent or
Incident
That making is to make of accident
 
            must be the truth, untranslated.
           
            Ex-
Act example: sunset’s
Red redistribution
            of what once was
 
Pled in place of place—
 
Violation
            of a long-dead ideal of land
            as hand of understanding.
 
The deal made, the spoken
Broken
 
By the next breath, & the next
            along the X-axis, as X-rayed
           
            world-spine
Of any word.
 
 
 
THOUGHTS TO NO END
 
 
1.     The location of any point on a line is fixed with respect to the line’s endpoints.
 
2.     The location of any point on an infinite line is indeterminable with respect to its place in the series.
 
3.     The line is unable to locate itself within itself.
 
4.     The infinite line’s points dance & leap among themselves, trading positions, ultimately coinciding.
 
5.     An infinite line can only be manifested within finitude as a single dimensionless point.
 
6.     That point is as close to nothing as something can be. Piercing in its presence.
 
 
 
A GREED
 
 
 
Each of us is in each of us, agreed?
—moral
            imperative, imperial dissolve—
 
            There was not always breathable air.
But once the flowers
            breathed out, we could breathe in.
 
There’s a name for that
Feeling
            before anything happens.
It’s thought.
 
 
 
AHEAD OF TIME
 
 
No peace in pieces.
 
All shards
            charades
            of the one & only thing.
 
            For matter, magnified, dissolves.
 
To see to seed—
            x is what
            peeks through the appearances.
 
Sorry, peaks­—
 
So will will err—
 
& in this well of air, blow
            the, a, the, a, the
 
Bell-sound of
Last belief.
 
 
 
NOT TO SELF
 
 
this stuff we’re made of has a mind of its own
 
I ask you
I ask you
 
if, then if, then if
 
new was once
the past tense of know
 
with one
over one unwon
 
using the over-
possessive pronoun, you sing
 
 
 
—Andrew Joron

Gabirel Hibert, Six Comics Surgery

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Germán Sierra, Nutcracker Variations

The Wet Box Project
Ian Margo

Nutcracker Variations

from a planet woven with the silky signs of a discarded algebra the future laughs at its prelude: our bodies on display as a cancelled prophecy. spontaneous human combustion can only be due to interactions with astrophysical particles, and such particles must necessarily be those responsible for dark matter.

what does it mean for an atom to be excited for a negative time?

yOuRfInGeRsPiDeRwEaVeThErAdIoWaVeS.

excititude. maybe dark time. nuclear love perhaps. all time but the right-now is actually dark time.  every exploding infinipresent giving birth to sequential nonconsecutive universes. ashes of hydrogen and helium burning on accreting neutron stars. organic dust drifting between the stars and raining down on Saturn from its rings. fossil human skulls became spiders’ nests.

the spider that avoids the temptation of gravity by oscillating at the loose end of an imperceptible fiber while taking advantage of the subtle propulsion of the breeze to find a novel anchor feels having torn-and-sutured a constellation of fragile chords, trabeculae, Chinese shadows projected by slightly curved photiscent living lines, hyperfolded dispaces, helicodes, unforeseen connections, labyrinths drawn in the moist air each time light waves strike the screen, paramagnetic echofields, alt-chemical computers thriving in a toxic environment, fundamental analysis, ultrapure music, chronocrystals and deentangled particles—it prints a minor joy upon the imaginary flat circle—emotions are constructions of the world, not reactions to it—it is (maybe you will be too) a nutcracker upcoding new thrills for the think-in machine.

time cells that encoded temporal sequences aligned to the other’s landing

like many practitioners of reciprocal telepathy, distant emotion and neotransmission, network cohabitants, friends, animons, followers and even virtual and anonymous infatuations—ketaminocherubs and erinyahs modeled from imaginary flesh and blood, false snapshots, grisaille, interlocutors generated from more or less complex verbal instructions—all carried away by datatides, like so many other captainoids piloting drunken boats—drowned people often remain more intensely alive than the living—although we do not blame the storms because who knows what could have happened if we had met them before paraemotional electrodialectical intermediation—new types of graphic kisses, lips broken from drinking tremors—now, however, when we perceive those waves that are the skin of being, when the rhythmic convulsions of the air reach our senses inciting us to tremble, when the light hits our eyes threatening to tear out the nerves, it seems like we are receiving the blows of an immense sea of ​​ontic vibrations, perhaps an infinity that, always in motion, is part of everything that exists and nourishes all that is possible with cement.

the focus on the developing body in relation to another body may help us answer perennial questions about the very nature of the human selfhood as being not one, not two, but maybe three and even more

stars harboring a black hole at their center can live surprisingly long—the sun’s arrivedercic nuclear pink flare is reflected on a grammafleshy wordganoid that resembles a jellyfish melting on warm dry sand. you’re bedazzled by the pheromoon flare beaming across the sea surface. your dance is a lightning crushing the night slate / bees roll inedible coloured balls repeatedly / snow flies self-amputate freezing legs to prevent ice from spreading to the rest of the body / we can start to envision a future where organic and inorganic materials coexist, creating a new breed of bio-cybernetic entities. if the quantum Universe is strongly deterministic, then there is no other path to make the Universe than the way it is—yet that’s the way you don’t want it to be.

—Germán Sierra

untitled, Michael Mc Aloran

 

untitled /102 cm x 122 cm/ acrylic on unprimed canvas/2022
image by Michael Mc Aloran 

untitled

...ulterior oblivion/ & the life of scar tissue wedded to the fluctuate of exposed eye-limb devour of what trace sickness as of winds to collect in the abortive colour of extent perhaps a cracked ceiling burning of the whittled bones walls turning in the ocular extent through nothing gained of the elixir of night as if one could carouse the blood’s temperature skinned as of in the appeal till trace what electro-cult of nothingness coloured as the outstretched wings of some deserted language curdling in the hyenic laughter of terse absences cutting to marrow-edge of some subtle discourse spat into the frugal light the scuttled breath the loggerheld of no what spasm-light sickened of through the out of which nothing of the ever whispers of silent curdle of where the pit of edge decree through of in the collect of shadowed discolourisation utter devour of the once what will the circus abbreviate the flay of wind worse wounds till dreamt of amber collect in the sudden as if to deflower/ it-skull it-long & the ablaze of mockery stone the blood an amulet the extent to which is fossil as of breathless haven till the once of echo-closure the reek of the silent lightless pageantry sudden as if what once till cold break breathless colours the instance fettered a slow devour as if one could throughout the skull of night extensive amber lock of cold white distance of desolate where sanded realms are the bitten light to caress the blood the mirror asking of the reflection of tight air rip of lungs the surface smeared in excrement a cracked disclosure coil within the coil of what winds to collect of the nor other if to dispel the ache of attrition a burn in semblance silhouettes of weighted beast of stricken rough to turn upon a gardenia edge the spit of once too the other etch of what recollect burning from outset reckless turn within labyrinthine occurence in the spit of night traced of in the redeem of scum division nectar of ejaculate the long wrought solace of nothing closure depth an exposure of once turn weight a syringe-lock dissipate as smoke is devoured by the emblem knowledge what once known a sedentary subtle of the beneath what the razor eclipt the solace burn the absurd fade & the collective abandon of what closure edge the cold light etches the skin an abort of travestarial nothing as before till cull of one thousand silver butterflies extended flings of the flung shat distance breakage of the reflective colours the kaleidoscopic lense peeling away beneath the edge of flame to reveal the surface the intrinsic skeleton of what once known to be other than in the collective breach of what turn the subtle of in the dark a flashpoint surface as hands outreaching grasp for lights ever abandoned ever of the wheels of nothing discharge of as if were could it-trace collective breakage null & absolute till trace of what expulsion nothing as of which what never of the once/ once closure broken fingers to replace where too of oblivion beneath all surface of shattered ice what dim of solace a wreckage of recollect where sands of cold turn of disavow echoing of the attribute all distances haven what of whereof the density a hyenic absence where to of sickness of to dredge whereof what scattered rub shit in vacant sexless wound the caress of bone bite breakage nothing as before where once of null & void the flayed pulse aching of some obscene devour where all sun taken from till taste of one pitch birth hollow a cracked escapee taken from what night in the long distance of the arched spine the cunt exposed to the reveal of ache what discharge breakage mould of the caress the signature the embalm the light a tunnel of which never of what once till taken of to travail the synergy of what vibrate of terse of tense devour aching as of once what will a circus extension broken of till climactic blossom of exist till dreamt of neither of the either all sense devoured…

(…taken from of the two nor three nor of the ritornello a-bask in pit white excreta of the shed of some pupae the skin of crucifixion asking of the once what frozen asked of never of the lapse forgotten knowing of the blood that will not cannot endure where whispers of the tidal excursion traipse as will of the burnt edge turn of broken bodies lapse what of where dense as what one cannot define the taste of being-in till of the rip that once was of the curdle of in night’s depth worship a-stream in one’s palm the deft exposure knowledge of the in-bound falter of the disgust that marries to the edge of next till amber-lock & the shadowing extent taken from the which of some dead orchestration skinned of in the pit of edge no paltry exposure of the words spilled of guts to the edge of preference the nothing of the words that traipse throughout the flesh of once becoming nothing of the before of the null what echo-edge of the knowing nothing given to collect a steel skip shiv of jar upon what will in the scar tissure of one hundred thousand pulsating lights exposed to the semblance known what of in the devour the cold reek of of the raw teeth of extinction wreckage avalanche of night to turn into what of in the silence the embrace of dead speeches the collect of what once were frenzy what once what were till occlusion of the ocular invert a song for heady discharge take from to the occult of break what once a shard/ till the edge of haven-wind the broken bones of extent/ all locked to the harvest of what speech declaration in an embalm of night a sudden wreckage of what never of to ever having neither of to be…)

                                                       =

Piss-reek in a silent shadow

A burn of weight

A lapse

The occurrence of meat turning in the blood

Till the of

What worse

A traipse division

Nothing of the curdling bones

The sheet-black metallic of the coil what will

Extent of

Till breathing of

Forgotten in the harvest of fossil tears

A wreckage a break of tone

To the

Edge of descent

Where the blood no longer feeds

Of the vocal body focal

Turning of the once

A closed fist

To pummel the blood-sky-taint

It-of the bellows

Of all death-desire

Curling the coil of exposure

As one two three

All sense devoured

=

Extracts the fingernails of the denounce

Ever of in the

Collapse of blood-wing distance of

What stung

In razor-wasp exposure

Curdling in the obscure extent

To spit black edge

Into the fissure

The collect of ease by which

Once cannot one

See

=

Echo

Echo-

Taint

Till turn of flesh to the depart from ever

From the lock what once

A cold distance

A nothing

An a-breach of earing light to corrupt

In night-absolve

Ever of to be

Where naught once of the sustain

Colourless

As once

All what sung of in damage sedentary

Bleeding one’s

Pit abscond

Till close

Of

The fade

Absurd

=

—Michael Mc Aloran