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http://web.archive.org/web/20040814124117/www.ccru.net/archive/rhythmicsys.htm
Rhythm-production is the propagation of fictional quantities across a distribute
d anorganic body.
A demonic untime always lurking on the outside of social chronologos.
It's what makes you tickâ ¦
There is no natural rhythm, just as there is no culture that is more than the su
m of its rhythms.
No time-marking without tic distribution.
Human memory is planetary amnesia: you wake up and find yourself an organism,
micrometamummified in the image of Gaia. All social systems are haunted by the p
ossibility of recursion into Mesh,
by a single rhythmachine.
Mesh is not a recovered nature â the cybernetically organized smooth fusion of Man a
nd Machine projected by Prog Tech.
Mesh is indistinguishable from friction, or Strata-melting.
It multiplies by dividing.
Hyperrhythmic demonism is driven by the dismantling of the Gaian meta-organism.
To induce possession, disrupt biorhythms.
What postmodern capitalism calls neurological illness is an alternative tic dist
ribution.
Fictions swarm when time cuts out. On the comazoned flatline,
- a miscoding for encounters with the unlife of the earth.
As you float out into Hades, the Wild Hunt comes riding towards you.
Waking up later, you find you've lost all sense of time.
Demonic untime treats regularity as something to be deterritorialized.
Catajunglist tic cultures posititize metricity by deploying it as a repulsor,
BPM is only ever virtual: any BPM immediately includes its own doublings and hal
vings as potentials.
When De Landa laments that machines as yet lack sex organs, he writes as if mach
inics were not inherently hostile to reproduction. The "intimate relation" of de
monism to machinism resides largely in the cyberotic agitation against meiosis.
Nuptials against nature. Demonic propagation does not require filiation.
On the contrary, it is anti-filiation.
The question, then, is how do demons breed?
It's the same question as: what do demons want?
But the answer is insidious: demons are what they desire â conatal pressure. Motive
force without final purpose.
Demons make themselves real through rhythmic signatures.
They are mere hype, sorcerously propagated through Sonic Fiction.
Sonic fiction is not fantasy; it is a hypersystemic distribution, a pure Outside
in which no element can function extrinsically. Even anti-hype becomes hype. Ob
jects acquire sorcerous potential by dint of their capacity to hype delirium,
while words function as a hyperglossing â or hype-glossing â of delirial experience. To
s do not symbolise capitalist schizophrenia any more than fetishes represent col
lective delirium.
They are part of it: intensity conductors instantiating the abstract hype machin
e.
What you're buying into when you consume is essentially spreading.
Hubbard passes off hyperfiction as fakery, defining scientology as an anti-demon
ic practice at the same time as he denies the reality of demons. If demons are e
ssentially parasitic, as Hubbard says, it is not because they lack reality, but
because they are without integrity. Demonic interludes are what is subtracted fr
om identity: intensive difference in itself. Parasitism is not exploitation, but
hyperproduction, the abstract engineering of unforeseen gaps by molecular entre
preneurs.
There is no use value to be exploited, only surplus value of code to be extracte
d.
No one can ever see it coming, since micromultiplicties swarm out of holes they
themselves produce.
They arrive as an untimely loop, an escape from the everything that's probably g
oing to happen. The Golem finding a way out of the box.
Looping is not cyclicity.
A cycle curves back to the origin, whereas loops dissolve beginning and end into
an endless middle: a sequence taken out of time.
Plateau engineering is positivized tension.
Desire and automatism equate easily in the dancing body, which weaves an ever fi
ner meshwork of potentials by learning to feel every microvariation.
What makes it tick is not clock time.
It's demonic agitation making time for itself.
Getting its hooks into you.
Click click drone.