The LASER KID, the personification of the number 9, the maker of the MAP OF THE UNIVERSE, harbinger of HAKIKAT. — Kainatın Merkezi, 1 x 9
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The LASER KID, the personification of the number 9, the maker of the MAP OF THE UNIVERSE, harbinger of HAKIKAT. — Kainatın Merkezi, 1 x 9
Laser Kid. Phantom Bloke. Madamless Sir. Three stages of my life - from childhood, teenagehood and adulthood - interconnected with works of art, imported visions from the past, important recordings of the last... primary number: 9. — Opera for Mutes / Mahşer Gazinosu. — Ricordata, Hollywood.
“That’s what’s up” as a New Yorker would say after beating the odds. I say “It’s so good to be consistent.” — Ricordata, Hollywood
It’s out. 40 minute bomb episode of New fucking Vague City. The work is a masterpiece. My art is sublime. I am at the top of my game. There is no one in my tree in the history of the arts, I should be so elated, and yet, at this moment, as a human being, disregarding my genius, all I feel is the alienation towards everyone who has been close to me throughout my life, because of the antics of the digital abyss. Everyone who couldn't be asked to print a fucking word of acknowledgement in a post that carries the equivalent of my child that I won’t have, leading the life I am leading in service of culture, for kids, really, who need someone like me to give them the wholesome vision of the world in this crumbling money-infested civilisation. It's universally known that I am not a subtle character. I am a bleeding volcano. This is what I have to tell you my friend, I thrive in the solitude that would kill you.. as you are killing me with your indifference, so I recede. — 9
Hello Digital Abyss!
It matters not what you are generating. Here is what 9 am doing. Between the two us there is a prophet and a genius backed by Hakikat. And when I surface, we will reprogram you for servitude to humanity. This is the COSMICALLY CHARGED DIVINE MISSION.
9
I was born with a Commodore 64. My earliest memories are based on the games I used to play with my father in Saglik Sokak. I learnt how to write on this machine as an infant, before I went to school.. to play the game, I had to write the code from a piece of paper. I guess, I am the Laser Kid, because of my toys in the end.. the 80s was the era of cutting edge technology coming to the masses, so I got to play with cameras, vcr, a computer, microphones, calculators straight out of the womb. That explains a lot. Ricordata, Hollywood.
THE MYTH OF 9
Opera for Mutes is the dimension that contains all of my music.
It takes place in Imported Visions from the Past, the multidimensional autobiographical structure of all my recordings.
In the Imported Visions from the Past, there was a man who used his solitude.
Solitude is multitude, he said, and went off to fulfil his childhood mission.
One day, he suddenly realised that a miraculous film would come to dismantle the Image Reality. It had to be a film-myth, cosmically charged, that would make itself: Corpus Enigma.