Out of Joint
Polio Brezina
Starting with a certain clean digital quality, it gradually becomes rougher, more pixelated, degraded, and distorted—as our digital environment, which, aside from the political, economic, and social transformations in machinic capitalism, is quite simply spiraling and spinning out of control because everything is becoming increasingly complex. Bits and pieces, remnants of the original Rhodes track haunt the arrangement, and harmonies slightly stray from their path. As digital predation and attempts to curb it are devouring more and more resources and clogging up the internet, the sonic aesthetic of the piece gets more and more out of joint. All of this is interrupted by invocating the Lucies, not only as reminders of John Lennon’s Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds and Syd Barrett’s Lucy Leave, but also as lucid dreamers, looking for alternative schemes: “Delirious disjointures, desiring machines.”
Out of Joint
Out of Joint
Time is out of joint again
Though everything seems to join so well
No longer just simply enjoined in line
In vertical structures, injunction clime
But subservient subject and docile mind
As machinic cogs, transhumanist kind
They govern their selves, their affects, their dreams
Joining in techno-machinic regimes
Yet, the Lucys look for alternative dreams
Delirious disjointures, desiring machines
Where all is disposable, no one convenes
All out of joint, exploding routines
All becomes fluid and everything’s smooth
At least with the transhumanistoid truth
In smooth modulations and gapless splits
Endless alignments and subjectless fits
In wandering joints and varying rules
Running like clockwork, relations turn tools
Not vertically joined, but joined from all sides
Conforming, compliant, compatible, plied
Yet, the Lucys look for alternative schemes
Delirious disjointures, desiring machines
Where all is disposable, no one convenes
All out of joint, exploding routines
Lucys fall away with me, unfurl your kaleidoscope eyes
Lucys leave, drift past the joints that grow so incredibly high
Even rage, indignation and stubbornness fail
Access is total, infinite detail
The joints are a-closing, and waywards subside
In filters, airtight and self-amplified
Dump joints, dull joints, rage joints rule
Resonance spaces for renegade fools
Sealed-off bubbles and feedback loops
Self-reinforcing rubber cell troups
Yet the Lucys look for alternative dreams
Delirious disjointures, desiring machines
Where all is disposable, no one convenes
All out of joint, exploding routines