Untitled
(tempera on paper, 2003), book cover image for Michael Mc Aloran’s
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/
