Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Michael Mc Aloran’s longshadowfall (Ed du Cygne, 2017), reviewed by Lee Beckworth


Untitled (tempera on paper, 2003), book cover image for Michael Mc Aloran’s 
longshadowfall (Ed du Cygne, 2017) 




Michael Mc Aloran
longshadowfall
Editions du Cygne, 2017
Foreword by Aad DE GIDS
ISBN : 978-2-84924-491-3
5 x 8" (13 x 20 cm)
84 pages
12,00 €


Michael Mc Aloran’s longshadowfall, reviewed by Lee Beckworth


The annihilation of the analogue discourse

 ‘wordless as if to ask were to be delivered from/ dice will expounds/ vocal expanse shrinks to elusive passage/ placement/ not a trace/ passage dead/ open passage passage dead/ remorse of the fragrant skull ever evacuating/ based in in/ of of until/ as if to/ steel light reflect of/ throes final/ not a…’

 In the work of Mc Aloran the word as abject agent within a narrative reaching critical mass operates beyond the limit of what can be thought but must be apprehended at cerebral escape velocity/to review such a text is difficult as it refuses to stop at any definitive assertion but keeps folding and unraveling the negation and trace of a movement of poetics that perpetually falls away from our most anxious desire to extract meaning from this elusive prose/There is a peculiar economic model at work here/Obscure exteriority coding our minds/Perfect superfluity a seamless stream of words encased in irony/There are no bodies anymore/An end to metaphysics demanding and yet prohibiting transgression as eschatological disintegration takes hold/Mc Aloran presents the reader with a vibrant urgency of neutrality the broken voice of the play of clusters of words and images is all that is left which is more than enough for the limited attention span of the reader in the 21C/the theory of littoral transgression is effaced as it is written for the illiterate rejection of the subject who would avoid the possibility of not existing as more than a temporary ambiguous phase of meaning open to the vicissitudes of ultra-complexity/Transgression never really transgresses but always calls for another limit another threshold escaping the servility of the self as immanence in inertia of intensity/unfolding the surface of itself/

 ‘glimmer tint of light revealed as…fingers itch for blade’s recountive/ spinal/ depth will then out from out of spoken lapse until/ shit-reek of unsaying ever-yet until/ priced lapse from head till foreign forgot/ not a/ warped limbs of speech in retardation climb dreaming lest to follow as if to/ beleaguered/ blood-reek wounded lock dry earth in moist palm/’

In this viral confrontation Mc Aloran calls for an engagement with words as incomprehensible limits in which the step into the beyond is completed as a state of liminal slippage circumscribed by illicit fictions/this is the circle of the law of the risk of arriving at an terminal point of discourse/There is a risk involved in engaging with this radical construct/Time can only be structured by the present which is in the post digital the NOW living in space of the intervals between thought and action/In the post digital the machinic text becomes waves of erasure/the divine in its absolute annexation of all existing desiring memory and information/The words pile up and extirpate any attempt to grasp the text as anything other than ecstasy of the sublime/ Or encounter a bleak compulsion to trace a thread of delirious continuity of thought/an aggregate of associations with the power to seduce/with authorial absence edited by rigorous economy/living in remixed hybridity is obligatory/not a choice/since it is the foundation for participating in a living/networked/globally connected culture/Mc Aloran’s text is at the cutting end of this cultural obligation/

 ‘snared/ fucking headless barrage axial grind death-willing jettison turning with ever solace division realm of some listless bleak what wind to pass throughout/ flogging dead hope of silent genesis collision trace of desire exigent blood peels away some skin depth altered piss for sustenance/’

seamlessly ingrained/ lung/ ever in/ lung snap/ scar tissue of benign tears/ sight-lock/ breathless all denounced in or about nor from until white trace/ unsaid what sorrow done/ till lapse/ falter/ again steps forth what light lapse laughter/ template of scar division stripping (the) broke stun absence dread/ once sung/ retains once more/ echo warp till clear redone clotted blood never the twain to follow…’

Returning infinity to the limit/The mind tangles itself in the present in its shadow falling and is blinded to the future by an incomprehensible impossibility of achieving semiotic indifference to word as commodity production/the limits of a literary project structured by the present and the transgression in the present which is never achieved is primarily a dying of distinct association between word as signifier and as state of resistance to neural engagement/a celebration of cerebral arousal which cannot be identified outside of the neural network/a transgression into sublimity/Cyborgian mixing of organic and inorganic/human and machine and electronic/the present in the text does not evaporate because the structure of the passages have no end but are continuous/a genealogy of textuality passed on as a consensual hellucination/The precession of words as conceptuality the gap of the textual wound attempts to go beyond psycho phillia as a practice of erasure of sense and attempts to fill the post verbal dialect of the void as a new celestial order/ Perhaps unthinkable complexity/The form of Mc Aloran’s text is rhythmic/looping on itself in patterns and layers that gradually accrete meaning/just as the passage of time and events does in one/s lifetime/

dregs what matter/ stone cold observe/ steals aside/ trace ember lock/ open/ fettered/ dread light bled/ sun dislocate given unto traceless ever/ bind blind-sighted want/ abortive cheer/ sung bellows’ tidal/ static outpour no wing mere bitter asking/ shattered surfaces/ obsolete blood-cold/’

echo echo distance burnt traces/ delivered/ stitch of redeem/ as if what once where of what matter/ specious now what matter of it/ in-record of tide/ sky essence never azure nor black yet/ forgotten/ shaded/ what once/’

But the limit of the synaptic deteriorates into the violation of the dream of time and duration as being/momentarily having time at its disposal for other than rationalized desire/the passivity of clusters of words is in itself beyond our most strident refusals to conform/What a ubiquitous definition of the impudent radical/Who dares reach the beyond in the text?/Who will write that which cannot be interpreted?/Unfolding is inscribed and Mc Aloran takes the risk moving to the peripheral of cerebral comprehension/the alternative he offers is a departure from exterminatory simplicity of conceptual jargon/Cannot be defined a plenitude or lack/This work is structure in its purist state and resistance is involuntary apprehension by the biological individual/The post digital subject will find this less of an intellectual predicament than the ideological one clinging to the post modern/The delicious refraction of intellectual obscenity/This is a sacred text responding to the techno culture of the 21C a text to be read by astronauts on their journey to Mars

empties from out of presence pulse decline it/ passage through liquid film/ gait pared away in presence passage/ film unto/ redone/ echo echo blind/ in struck strong blood reclamation no/ tastes/ bone shatters/ nothing claimed/ till claimed by/ not a sound in vice-clad breath of exigent/ colours laughter lack unsung/ in redeem of lack spill of dried wounds into cups of earth unfeel/ (this is)/ flesh it speaks alone in damage seasons/ celebratory pathway into soil’s collapse/ foreign all and of all in/’

Fragmentary writing occurs when knowledge becomes uncertain of itself/I don/t know but I have the feeling that I might know but probably won/t because my cerebral machine is incapable of jumping the abyss of pedestrian foundations/this demented incessant need to communicate/What?/thoughts no longer guaranteed

empties from out of presence pulse decline it/ passage through liquid film/ gait pared away in presence passage/ film unto/ redone/ echo echo blind/ in struck strong blood reclamation no/ tastes/ bone shatters/ nothing claimed/ till claimed by/ not a sound in vice-clad breath of exigent/ colours laughter lack unsung/ in redeem of lack spill of dried wounds into cups of earth unfeel/ (this is)/ flesh it speaks alone in damage seasons/ celebratory pathway into soil’s collapse/ foreign all and of all in/’

By being “whole” and a unity within the collective/the it taking the place of the I or the subject in writing/there is never any now in which to live anything/The reader is always preparing for the now of semiotic engagement and thus is eternally disappointed by the now making use of words resisting comprehension/The present of the word knows itself only as a literal presence unsatisfied unreconciled with meaning as coherent streams of information readily grasped/time is never completed in the present but put off into a future that may never arrive/Marginalized effortlessly inhuman the future as it is contained within the present moment disintegrated by the very gesture of meaning as certainty/calls into question all that the subject holds purposeful and of value in return for what?/Self-satisfaction?/ Whose voice is the reader listening to in this text?/This is the alterity of Mc Aloran’s text and makes a definitive attempt to engage the reader in its commodified channels of allegorical silence of the verbal current/To be transcendent is to be free of reality and this is a pivotal apparatus in Mc Aloran’s work/Bringing with it a certain exposure to a yet to be post digital subterranean extra-terrestrial comprehension/

spoken for as if for tomorrow/ not a trace/ in some following after laughter-lock some buried collapse/ lapse unto/ forgets forgotten that it has forgotten/ wrung out/ skins scattered vicariously across waste ground…lungs outstretched some bitter barb a stripped eye basking in sun lights/ alone is to best respite taken from onset’s winds/ nothing that cannot be outstretched wings till die what once/’

There is an excess of absence in this mapping of the waste ground of data fragments/ From what place does what is forgotten arrive at its capacity for rupture into objectivity?/a lack of confusion a clarity of sensuous fetish appears?/Difference essentially writes within a space-less memory/writing is repetition without origin in thought but in consequence of the illusion of thinking/theoretical insistences of the text on theorizing fiction as other or more than a threshold of transgression but a performance of the anxious search for what has never been written and perhaps can never be written/but the attempt must be made/The burden of the creative drive/

haven till of over than what stun vomitous teeth of some dead lapse longing for what end given beyond nothing there or otherwise/ it-stun what cleft lights repetitive edge/ colossus null and void we in/ reek of/ beyond shadow’s mark a tint of closure nothing more than ever if or none sunk blind light of despair illuminating a thankless worthless space…]’

Nothing is to be found easily as a symbolic dialogue that would satisfy us/we lack an origin in the sense of a possible digression into conjunctive signification/always reaching for a dialogue with the text but falling away into an epidemic of banality/in slow dissipation towards illusions a swift but strategic climax of multiple instants flowing in arc of constantly shrinking orbits of plurality/all graven images wrought from subversion create a new language closing all exits of escape into a present reality/A post human commentary of incalculable standard stoppages fragmentation the Subject splitting into skitzo selves of Artauds bOdy without Organs/In the work of McAloran however we are in the presence of exchange values peripheral digital exploration of possible futurity in the making/Notes from the zone of occupation/ shattered simulacra/Playing with coherence/marks on the surface of the abstract synthetic demands hunting for a logic of associative identity to attach its fearporn to/leaves no space for the process of identification because everything has been radicalised beyond subversion into a state of verbal virological fragments and extracts/Only the marginalised survives for they have no other desires other than to work the prohibition of deviancy/Literary consciousness becomes a prosthetic device of vague ironic luminosities infinitely manipulatable past on fast forward to the eternity of the post digital/

bite derision collapse skull wrench all salve and surface a kiss of bled stone lights no further purpose/ no/ traces on in maddening steel eclipted madly skyline ripped from view by assassin eyes fixed upon less vengeance utters no unto throughout cold breath/ breakage from centre nothing clad with acrid pelts shed in some bitter unbecoming becoming/ in/ of knowledge that must cease on its own terms what once till sound subsides and fades/’

The poetics of violence multiplicity of the imaginary nucleated by utilitarian psycho hydraulics/the warring poets the textual body is unfolding and re-folding inscribed by the way of the writing that dis-unifies the whole/The poetics of hellucination as toxic anti materialist essence penetrates and elicits the validity of the work if such a thing is possible/Disrupting the lucid disruptiveness of the fragmentary text superfluity confusing the reader with multiple unplaced/displaced/unnamed voices the unconscious bought out into a new paradigm of discourse/androgynous android/there is no sublimation/there are new coordinates of recondite expression as experiential ciphers/textual velocity/attempts to escape the inanimate emptiness of supressed chance to become imperceptible to dismantle the identity and reconstruct as an confronting series of anomalies/the subversion of unlawful certainty/Mc Aloran creates a superficial validity perfectly in accord with the 21C/

‘…ends as it does not wish to have ever had/ commence then out or not what matter/ dries eyed spurious metals a vibrant bloody welt/ asking of some none till follow long shadow fallen/ it says yet lacks all sound/ rent flesh in scum divisive edge guttered night abort of fragrant none of it about/ or else what else not a trace to be seem/ strips bare nothing no no matter if/ in-lacerate of bedamned dried blood nothing drag of irrepent dragging the spinal affluence some solace climb to dream of exigent given to taste/ what wind/’

The prose enters deep into the hidden tensions of the reader transmitting subversive illogic/trying to locate the next revolutionary step away from human cognition of self as paradigm of consciousness into a hybrid sensory perception/merged with latent cyborg unconsciousness in multiplicity of ways having links and rhizomes to dreams/night mares/imaginations/pathologies of psychotic fantasies/phillia/ Immanently manifested/all the range of psycho logical sublimations by products of mass condensations/allowing access to techno impressions/thoughts of all other sentient beings able to use amalgam of incubated viral mutations metabolic atrophy absorbed thru cerebral membranes/McAloran provides the energy for his celibate machines to drive post-human remnants into near extinction/ Transmissions that share a code with the future are rare/Situating a new axis a map of co-ordinates for literature and the writer/sublime singular rhetoric comes back to haunt the transgressive narrative/obliterated/highlighted against the corpuscles of the savant void the presence of a defused cerebral rupture proof source of spasmodic libidinal energy/

cylindrical abase murmurs beneath breath trace of broke stone bodies clinging together as of shit to boot heel/ nothing there/ not a trace of redempt/ view is of outstretched vulture wings and the bleed of foreign silences for all time spent eradicated what songs from cancerous flesh to absorb no further than a lie from outset’s chalice/ what sung we lung it is said/


Mc Aloran’s transmissive symbols so well constructed producing a discordant amorphous proto existence in which the mind has not yet come to be able to discriminate between the conscious and the unconscious/balanced on the precipice of synthetic interrogation/The authentic realism of plenitude as fetish/Escape with the evidence of the crucial hyperlinks to the cyborg as evolutionary zero/This work is fearless because it expands out of itself always unsatisfied by the inherent weakness of current epistemological alchemy/Mc Aloran’s text then is the making of a new unconsciousness in which the impulse to change existence finds its way to absolute demands for a geometry of complexity/Impossible but inevitable/There has been a series of event horizons begun in recursive blasphemy that collectively have eradicated the disease which is humanity/We are faced with the digital impersonal loss/no subjective being appears to exists in Mc Aloran’s text which founds its narrative on the reflection of alluding to a presence in the fantastic visions of virtual reality/he holds the labyrinth of the universe in his hands releasing a torrent of inspirational prose that subverts and intervenes with an intuitive teleological imagination/a tendency to reach the terrain of continuous infinity in a spatiality that is ultimately linked to a digital future/

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