Psychic Fugue Studio

Synaptic Syntactic: of unbounded phases and entangled echoes

A Nation's Interlude

The driftwood of our lives
Washed up on some foreign shore
We glistened
But the sun was not amiable
It was fierce
Our dominance was unquestioned
But we knew not how to live
A spiritual deadening
Infected the nation-state
There was no truth in advertising
And all our wars came to naught
Consumer culture reigned
Even as millions languished
Permanently jobless
The driftwood of our lives
Washed up on some foreign shore
We did not recognize our new homes
But the animals and winds around us
Did not pause for our alienation
They went about their business
And we, perplexed,
Eventually tried haltingly
To get on with ours

Synaptic Syntactic is a book of abstract and contemporary poetry, and semantic line drawing artworks. In it, Demonoid and we all the small ones converse in the space between the individual and eternity. They travel the tales that lie in the cracks between self and society. The Jabberwock plots, inspires, and tampers. The poems speak of humanity impersonally and often break out into numinous non-sequiturs. Other parts weave more individual vignettes in the haphazard realm of humans. The ‘story’ wraps up with a meditation on violence and exuberance from the mouth of a gleeful chattering chaos. Much of the text is a product of partly or fully automatic writing, which was later selectively typed up and edited.

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