A. A. Walker

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I was sent from the future. Any verbal object was a tool of the imagination. I was writing from within the essence of things, but the centre would not hold, so I related the following...⁣

The Dictatorship of the Factual

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“If there is to be any basis for solidarity, much more intensity is required. Firstly, to salvage and revitalise, and then to acquire full comprehension of the cohesive energy that binds the different elements our mistaken beliefs have disconnected from the primal origin. And then to synchronise that energy with the alienated environment in which it was lost.” — Nadezhda Kharitonov, Alien Republic

The Dictatorship of the Factual

[text & image by A. A. Walker]

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This argument has a ruminant effect

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Judex (1963)

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Robert Fludd, “Et sic in infinitum” (And so, forever) from Utriusque Cosmi, 1617

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In the shadow of the sun ,  Derek Jarman, 1981

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Felicien Rops, at the intersection of philosophy, magic, Christianity, and erotica, of interest to Wyrdmorrish, among others.

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An extract from Aimé Césaire’s Cahier d'un retour au pays natal, 1939. Taken from “Aimé Césaire: A Voice for History” (1994), Directed by Euzhan Palcy.

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Jakob Böhme was a German Christian mystic and theologian. He is considered an original thinker within the Lutheran tradition, and his first book, commonly known as Aurora, caused a great scandal.

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Occult Scene (Jacob’s Ladder), Leonora Carrington, 1955.

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A plate from The Evil Eye by Frederick Thomas Elworthy illustrating the Mano Pantea, c.1895.

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And we are standing now,   my country and I,   hair in the wind,             my hand puny in its enormous fist and now the strength             is not in us but above us,             in a voice that drills the night and the hearing like             the penetrance of an apocalyptic wasp.             And the voice complains that for centuries Europe             has force-fed us with lies and bloated us with pestilence, for it is not true that the work of man is done that we have no business being on earth that we parasite the world that it is enough for us to heel to the world whereas the work              of man has only begun and man still must overcome all the interdictions wedged in              the recesses of his fervor and no race has a monopoly on beauty,   on intelligence,   on strength and there is room for everyone at the convocation of conquest and we know now that the sun turns around our earth lighting              the parcel designated by our will alone and that every star falls              from sky to earth at our omnipotent command.

Aimé Césaire, Cahier d'un retour au pays natal [Notebook of a Return to the Native Land], 1989. (via raveneuse)

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Hilma af Klint, The Swan, 1914

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Shūji Terayama, Taken from Photothèque Imaginaire de Shūji Terayama: Les Gens de la Famille Chien-Dieu, 1975.

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Shūji Terayama les gens de la famille Chien Dieu 1975

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Artist YVES KLEIN at work

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I saw Leonora seated on a wooden throne whose back was carved with the bust of an angel. Naked except for a Jewish prayer shawl, her gaze fixed unblinking and focused on infinity, she seemed like the figure on the prow of a ship from an ancient civilization. she had left the world of the rational. She continued to recite in English, taking no notice of my presence. I sat on the floor, facing her. There was little left of any individuality in her. She seemed possessed simultaneously by all women who had ever existed. The words poured out of her mouth like an endless river of invisible insects. I remember a few of her verses: I, the eye that sees nine different worlds and tells the tale of each. I, Anuba, who saw the guts of pharaoh, embalmer, outcast. I, the lion goddess who ate the ancestors and churned them into gold in her belly. I, the lunatic and fool meat for worse fools than I. I, the bitch of Sirius, landed here from the terrible hyperbole to howl at the moon. I, the bamboo in the hand of Huang Po. I, the Queen bee in the entrails that melted it again. I, the gypsy who brought the first greasy Tarot from Venus. I, the tree of wisdom whose thirteen branches lead eternally back again. I, the eleventh commandment: Thou shalt despise no being.

Alejandro Jodorowsky, speaking of an encounter with Leonora Carrington, from “The Spiritual Journey of Alejandro Jodorowsky: Creator of El Topo”  (via 1910-again)