March 16, 2009
…..http://www.socialfiction.org/crystalpunk.html
THE CRYSTALPUNK MANIFESTO
Inorganic Strategies / Crystalline Tactics
I do not like that presumptuous Philosophy which in its rage of explanation allows no xyz, no symbol representative of the vast Terra Incognita of Knowledge, for the Facts and Agencies of Mind and matter reserved for future Explorers.” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Self-Assembly
Without prior warning, while reading or while watching television or while doing the dishes or while wandering about or while drinking beer or while doing nothing at all, it might happen that something breaks free and takes over ordinary vision like the O’clock cuckoo can take over the clock. Is it moving? Is it static? It is impossible to tell. The mind automatically tries to fill in the blanks when confronted with fragments part of a larger sequence of images and this crystalpunk manifesto is such Coleridgian extrapolation from incomplete data generated by my brain into the modus operandi of a future crystalpunk movement rocking the cradle of consensus reality.
Asteroids from Inner Space
At the beat of some neural matter reaching temporary boiling-point a black rectangle launches itself into a formless clutter of other black rectangles: a silent, miniscule and abstract explosion impossible to stop and impossible to accelerate. At the speed of one rectangle at a time, a hybrid conceptual structure is shaping inside of me, slowly gaining enough mass to become a tangible sensation. These images are not caused by invading Etruscan demons, nor am I hooked on some mind-expanding drugs; what I see, and seeing is for want of a better word, is a ricochet of the symbolic representations of crystal growth studied in fierce, exhausting, daylong sessions behind a computer screen.
The First Flash
Last summer while browsing for nothing in particular I bumped into a copy of the survivalist-hippie classic The Last Whole Earth Catalogue that somehow ended up in the bargain-bin of a second-hand bookstore, useless to the shop-owner who liked it but couldn’t sell it to his dull customers. Among many other goodies (a book called Cybernetic Serendipity and one eski diagram from Ted Nelson’s Xanadu come to mind) it contained the picture of a home-grown salt-crystal on a string. It struck me there and then that growing crystals is the new punk-rock, that crystals are to a future breed of crystalpunks what the electric guitar is to ordinary punks: a cleansing of the slate, a general rebooting of popular culture. Revolutions produce nothing but noise at first, but slowly, while control over the instruments continues to grow, music starts to emerge, music which isn’t caught up in empty exercises of style, punk allowed instinct to amplify natural rhythms lost in prevailing grand theories of yesterday and the cultural hegemony of artistic specialisation. The programmability of crystals; chaos evolving into complex physical structures hands-off, are properties to be explored in kitchen sinks and garages the world over. But the mineral world is not the only realm where crystals self-organise with aggressive carelessness, the mind too sings its tune as Thomas Carlyle discovered a long time ago:
“As in some chemical mixture, that had stood long evaporating, but would not crystallise, instantly when the wire or other fixed substance is introduced, crystallisation commences, and rapidly proceeds till the whole is finished, so was it with the editors mind… Form rose out of void solution and discontinuity; like united with like in definite arrangement: and soon either in actual vision and possession, or in fixed reasonable hope, the image of the whole enterprise had shaped itself, so to speak, into a solid mass. “
Romancing the Stone
In all of history the crystal is perhaps the most overloaded symbol; used by writers, prophets, medicine-man and orators of all times to express in one clear psychogeonamic object otherworldliness. Novalis, poet and student of mining, held the crystal to be a dark, soul-eating parasite transforming the human heart into the dead cold of a stone; some believe it to be an early apocalyptic warning against the cyborg. The sentiment is easily understood; is it, after all, not true that it is with more than just amazement we listen to the stories about that Indian sect that refuses to eat anything organic and, consequently, rather suck on amethyst for the rest of their life than touch organic matter, even when it is as profane as centipede-excrement. Mineral cults evoke in us absolute horror and disgust, suggesting crystal-phobia lurking at the deep of our instincts. Crystalpunks are challenging the basic conditions of their humanity. But at least one standard metaphorical use of the crystal, that of the crystal as object of utopian perfection, as pure geometrical-molecular-ethnicity, in most cases turns out to be a chemical fiction. One of the most interesting qualities of crystals is their ability to encapsulate alien particles. Crystals too produce noise, as one flaw entered during packing distorts tessellation for ever after.
The Crystal XYZ
Crystals can reproduce, but unlike organic reproduction it is an unintentional process, hardcoded in chemical properties, not by means of interpretation of code as in DNA. To help understand the powers crystalpunks will learn to harness, some software was written as an aid to map the bright prospects of DIY crystal growth basement laboratories. These models are by no means a scientific correct simulation of crystallisation as they know nothing about molecule-bonding and all that shit. So what do I see? Each simulation starts at n=0 with crystalline agents and their solvent in total confusion. For each step the bipolar compounds in the system move. When crystalline entities, symbolised by black rectangles, meet their kin they pack into a crystal; the solvent, symbolised by transparent circles, break the crystal when touching it. Or variations on this principle. While this universe ages (n=n+1) dispersed crystalline agents beget shape, packed in such way that the solvent can’t break it. The system is stable when all crystals are packed and only a change in rule can tear it apart. As writing code goes, it takes hours of close attention to fix minor bugs and while wrapping this up, the even more patient work of comparing different rules to their output can commence. The abnormal input of these computer images has distorted ordinary memory-packing and now this black rectangular matter is humming along with some grey matter going Harry Houdini on me.
The Origins of [the Game of] Life
Crystal-phobia is an ironic phenomena in relation to Graham Cairns-Smith’s theory (made popular in his book ’7 Clues to the Origin of Life’) that primeval life forms were replicated by crystals before evolution replaced it by DNA. The ‘Game of Life’, the famous Conway program with its sublime simplified representation of organic reproduction: black rectangles living, dying and being born in a graceful dance orchestrated by simple rules, remains to haunt those who once fell in love with it. One of the theorised implications of Life is that it should be possible to program this rectangle-matter into a fully functional computer. One ingredient to do this, is to isolate all rectangle-configurations that are stable and which therefore can be part of a deterministic, man-made, system: the micro-domain as a rectangle-clockwork. My crystalpunk software, (a party with a lot of noise, booze and sugar-coated Goethite to suck on, was held to commemorate its beta-release) borrows the aesthetics from Life, but the resemblance doesn’t end at the GUI. Even though a different abstraction of reality is on show, a reality founded on the interaction between hostile compounds, the same sort of order as in Life can be witnessed, the same gliders, pumps and shooters are possible. The major difference is the self-organisation of large, open, pyramid shaped crystals perfectly adapted to not obstruct the solvent but rather to, you could interpret, process it. These crystaltrons, a word picked up for its nice sci-fi pseudo-brain-science patina, are filters, easily engineered to have special capabilities, for instance to emit a pulse after a certain threshold of particles have passed it. The crystalline computer can program itself.
Algorithmic Dreaming
Could there be a connection to dreaming here, after all dreaming is the moment the mind generates quasi-perception hands-off, like a crystal growing. Rereading the literature about automatic writing, an interesting tradition amidst poetic theory at large, the parallel becomes obvious. Automatic writing is a conscious and paradoxical effort to tap into the screensaver-mode of the mind; interfacing it directly while self-assembling language, crystallizing on the paper, words like Rorschach test, traditional meaning evaporating like ink soaked-up in blotting paper. The dubious credibility of its practitioners notwithstanding, it is interesting that, during automatic writing sessions, the writer by no means writes in a language she speaks, indeed the language does not have to exist at all. It has been pointed out that all automatic writing tends to resemble each other and you might say that this is caused by all minds obeying to the same logic, just as salt-crystals all look roughly the same and for now we assert as conceptual kludge that growing crystals equals tectonic somnambulism.
CrystalPunk Cartographies of Juxtaposed Realities
On-screen and off-screen, in physical matter and in neural matter: crystals operate as synaptic agents of self-organised control, remixing pre-existing fragments of the world; if you can see them, they are successful. False memories can be replaced by genuine ones, separate realms of reality can be flattened and brought to uniform size and blended into one whole presupposed by its parts. The mind can emulate the screen can emulate the laws of nature and feed them back to you. Crystalpunks are those wildstyle geniuses learning how to program crystalline molecules, pixels and neurons simultaneously. Listen to this carefully! Mind and matter can be synthesised in one noisy stroke and the crystalpunk movement is here to prove it, we have crystal-pistols and we are not afraid to use them.
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March 5, 2009 
necrospectiva de un pais sin memoria
diplomacias fundadas en infundos sin fondo
palacios de maldades siniestras
de milicias fantasmas
de cavilaciones politicas de gordos ignorantes
de huasos resentidos con granades cargos publicos
de imigrantes que se vanaglorian de su apellido
de rubios que no son morenos
y de morenos que desean ser rubios
de verificaciones mediocres
miramientos sin honor
acumulacion sin zoom back camera
holgura sin fragua ni alquimia
el fuego se apaga y las alahajas se vuelven pantallas
sin trabajo sin oro derramado
decir de una vez por todas zoom back camera
realidad sin ficcionar
digale a su camarografo
a sus guionistas
si les gusta vivir sin dignidad,
de promover esta verguenza sin autoestima
esta teleserie sin valores, esta diplomacia melodramatica
estos congresos intercelulares en la constanica recursiva
de los recuerdos
recordar, progresar cordialmente
foros del futuro, lo importante es recordar
para imaginar
nutrida en sentimiento
a contemplar la bonanza
pura fauce que todo lo ve
helios
mar
tierra redonda
sobre las rocas como reptiles , nausicos pensamientos
incrustaciones romanticas
diapositivas del pecho
despreciar la debilidad, los magnanimos
del animo
y saludar nuestros monstruos cordialmente
las cuerdas en los cuerpos humanos
streams are my dreams in the strings
our visions are the music in the air
pasandose la piedra caliente
esta que arde
la piedra ignia del conocimiento
filosofal en sofas so far so fast
away, shivering , overwehlming, boggling
gatos y nueces, perros ogros
aviones bucolicos del atardecer
motores de emociones sencillas, frecuencia volumen,
simple emocion la de la maquina,
pero el cuerpo es tiene multiplicidad de motores,
contenido el continente por sus frontersas
el mar dicee shhhhh shhhhhh silencio
quickly stepping in the frontera
romper la frontera del solipsimo
la primera palabfra la primera piedra
el teje maneje femenino
las serpientes eroticas
i wish this snakes were your arms
but im so cold, so lonely
reflexionely
like saylors in the prosa
caprichos y manjares
oh cochina y deliciosa, gracia con ambrosia
lujuria y demasia, te lleno de libaciones
de aceites y vibraciones
tripulantes de venus
embriagado de tu perfume
fragancia a sexo y ambrosia
cementos polpaico, pal paico, esa hierba WMC
distinta al obrero transex, del despilfarro civico del transantiago
sin lacto y sin matro, edwards devuelvenos el mercurio,
devuelvenos al general schneider
y devuelveme los libros de mi padre
extravio sin rutina
sin ruta estoy fuera de los margenes
de la demencia
por hablar por demasia,
por no saber hablar y querer decir muchas cosas
y andar diciendo unas cosas asi, tartamudeando
minisros de la cultura, funesto destino le entregan
pura desventura actores,
dejen de gritar cuando no es necesario
el ciclo litico de la piedra estudiantil
de la policia, de la poesia, el tatro a mil cuesta 15 mil
chamullartistas, libros caros, que desventura
que verguenza la historia de este pais sin autoestima
señores pijes, averguenzese de querer comprarse posgrados,
comprarse fama , de ser verdugos del arte
autogestionando la congestion
lo profesores mediocres , la masturbacion rara del ego
de los disiuplos al maestro,
que jamas quema un fardo, pero pereceran en la amargura,
en la muerte
quien se encargara de oscurecer la vida?
he feeds on you and then shit you, and dont share any shaize
yapo share a little bonanza when i put my soul on the landschaft
you got the money i got the soul
harto del mani y de estos elefantes prusianos insaciables
ogros señoriales,
hundanse en su arca de noe, en su arca de no fue, de no es
y no sera jamas
ustedes lo saben bien, me conocen bien
yo soy esa cosa , el otro
en la frontera, esa fisura en el arca
por favor que sea un mensaje de amor
tan asi en tenesee yo naci nazi asi
ooh si
no se si nazi naci… gnose jose
pero yo solo se que liz taylor me dijo
aah yaaaa, y no se me dijo a yaaa
en tenesee texaco como el papa negro de obama
con olor a sobaco negro de tenesee
a petroleo de texaco, de rednecks
cosas vaqueras cosas sin fronteras
por alla asi tan nasty naci ohh si
se me corto el mastil asi che viste asi
se desviste asa concursemos concordemos las cuerdas
cordialmente asi, unas cosas, las hebritas de las dendritas asi
las cuerditas del adn asi, de los zapatos moleculares
unas cahcazitaasasi, en una tarde de erotal vaganbundaje
con una garotiñas asi, garota erota asi
porque asi naci, en tenesee,no se sabe compañero
si mir o una lengua,
no se sabe compañero, no se sabe y la berenjena de 24 bits,
yo la vi nacer asi, por ser asi, onda que 24 bits 28 horas al dia
want to be a cascade, so lazy, so easy
workahalics asi, bis vita and lacto bacilo mamita
la vita, silecniosa y esencial, una venadita preimordial
niño peruano primordial con su llamita, le canta unas cositas,
asi despacito
y los inuits cantan asi, trabajan asi, metiendo el bicho ahi, asi
gambling mami yeah, cantando dont shivering my mam
cause i don want to be your dad
i m inside, with out you i m nazi, not nothing
es chagal, el cochayuyo, yerba maritima, pamplinoptica puro demadre p
puro pelambre, puro cahuin, chamullix
ahora la fama se consigue a puro chisme
vamos chile, es usted un fome
es un mundo que no lee, todos buscan minas ricas
lo fome se consigue a puro chisme
los politicos me los como todos como un chicle
nanana tararara ataranatara
esta cancion es pa todas las putitas
cobren mas barato wachas
bajame el precio mijita
alla hay es el otro ahi allanai
ay ay ay, i and i is another i
not a mercy, nou
jah guide, jah fly, jah no estay.
unas cosas que siginifican otras cosas
en el temple de la fobia, gritando como ratas
el imperio contrataca, y decimos otras cosas
asi por ser, asi por ser, asi onda que,como que
asi tan asi, esa onda, asi, igual, como que igual
igaul asi igual, cmom que, onda que la wea…
obvio que si, si es super obvio po
si yo tambien, y asi todo el rato
no te cacho ni wea sabis
sabi que voy hacer una vaca
pa comprar copete y quedar raja e curao
asi pa pa pa, y la wea y pa pa pa sale palla
a yaaa p po po po
cmo stai asi vai
pura fobia, pura incertidumbre, cachai? me cachai asi?
el renacimiento arcaico nunca jue
pura ignorancia, ignia, previero jugar con lego que
revolotear en la revolucion de las maquinas
en el boicot delas toprtugas ninja
en derridas piendo que la realidad se debe derridar
como un lego, como un alego, chagal el legado
el patrimonio, el padre demonio de la madre patria
que no es un pipo, que no juega el pin pon, que tampoco
es pasarsae la ìedra caliente
es quemarse las manos, la piedra varma
jugai al final fantasy? asi por ser
es uper largho
siuèr lacteo, super nada
super loco superada
beben y beben y vuelven a beber,
suuuuper nada y vuelven a beber
escudo y el futbol, beben y beben y vuelven a beber,
super nada, super loco, bakan la wea
el futbol y cristal y vuelven a beber, super nada
el futbol y su pisco y vuelven a beber!!! hay mas hielo¿?
super nada!! es bacan super nada es como asi,
super nada, onda que super loco y super nada, una cuestion bakan
de la b a la n, osea bakan
como en blanco y negro , cachai, pero bakan
no es superada ni super hada, es super nada
o sea super pollo, o super yopo,
ese jale del amazonas que te hacer ver weas
como bien y nal, pero mas bakan
weas que no uno no quere ver ais por ser
m
mani fiesta
el manieristán es un feudo del medio riente
de rienda suelta, de pacos cultos y cool
de flytes manieristas y siuticos
de futbolistas romanticos y cursis
de consumismo como un ismo como uno mismo asi enesa
romper los supestos
del vampiro prusiano limeño hermano, no me quites mi gloria
se ofrecen conversaciones interesantes, 10 mil la hora
posibles tartamudeos y torbellinos en el rio
aunque la pretension de sueldo es sobre 50 mil la hora
ya queel sueldo minimo no me alcanza pa niuna wea
y las cansatas familiares valen callampa,
los ministros de curtura me tienen chato
con sus muñecas culias gigantes caza bobos
y basta de corrupcion en las universidads,
los tenemos a todos cachaitos
estan rodeados, los vamos a comer con papitas
nos creen weones , que no nos damos cuenta
siembra vientos y cosecha torbellinos
entran en la iglesia y ascuchan al tatita
y vuelven a creer, creen y creen y beben y lamen
y vuelven al amen
y el culo del tatita se aleja del eden
rotterdado mental, anticristianizado como el divino
lepto pulento y picnico bakan
zan cudo
darkside of the moonchild
moon shadow manchado
la paz por la pasta la palla por el rap
atrtAtaratra atarantado atahualpado taran
ser cordial
tirar cuerdas
tirarse la wevas
thai wanders
jackie chundeer
ratie chan
jakiti
entre el oxido y el cromado
bronkiti manjarate
al borde del reverso esta traverso travieso y
los palacios erectiles, se inflaman de sangre mapuche
derramada por pelambre, desdea antuco antofagasta
cachagua es pa darle onda a guachaca
cachagua oguachaca, cohcayullos ltda
sin un peso por las algas que viajan japon
el hombre se lavo el pelo con champu importado de taiwanders
juanito dame tu ayahuasca!!!
por que no puede haber un futbolista culto,
o un flyte elegante que lea las noticias
que son de un tercio o la mitad pero no de todos
dame mis sextercios, seis tercios y nos vamos a tridias
no a medias
no chupando medias para leer las noticias
y donde esta tectonia, y la ignia y aquaman
el frustracabras de la verdad, lisa simpson
la piriguina de pathos TV
de homero redneck chihuailaf
pedro de vardibia con innovacion nacional
renueva el comumismo como uno mismo
o mi general, oh mi funeral
ohhhh sii
si tu no estas, no puedo leer ni escribirrr
me hace falta tu mirada
pais desmemorial
his head is not his memory
decapitados capitanes de la memoria
me moria de hambre por un banquete
por un diseño de celebraciones
incroporado en la danza macabra
ohhh hghghh
sensoria su señoria, mandandirumdirum da, buenos dias
y seria
juguemos a la ronda de san miguel el que se rie
se va al cuartel
un dos tres momio es
como en hansel y gretel, donde la mama
abandona a los niños
pero ellos se hacen fuertes e independientes
y prefieren quemarse con el pescado
arroZ con leche me quero cagar en una basenica de protulgal
cerca de santa isabel con trafixxx
si esos weones son oscuros como obama
tremendo palacio de gengibre me espera
con brujas complacientes y castradoras
conspiracion de los magios prusianos secretos
del estado de bienestar gremlin
del arcangel gazu
alabame la obahama que hoy hay ganas de jarana
o queras ser tu la mona que se coma mi banana?
te rasco con mi lengua nena
dime donde te pica
sobceno snobceno adolcentes obsolecentes
buble gummers next dimension is ala vuelta de la esquina
not in ketamina
the efx is on you member and remembers
not easy shine
envaces vacios son mis bacilos,
dulce flora bacteriana que la leche nos da
fermenta por nosotros ahora y en la hora de nuestra egesta
take ir easy
don guarri, take it easy,
dont need to boggling, no no no nonononoo
dont need to gooogling, any moooreeee
destruction of all internet
no more forward to all
no more funny video!!, no no on oonono
las incrutaciojnes romanticas de la z s ciencia
del palacio del jengibre galactico
de las escaramuzas enrre dioses y titanes
los abstractos de america , la africanizacion de españa
dont need to selknam sell naa nanan ana nana
dont cry for ooonnaaassss
onas no cry turururur nooooo onaa no cry
esto s lo qiue tienen que copiar
no lo que sale en la tele, guevones
la moda pasa de moda, y ademas es una mona vestida de cerda
seda dental, sera total la limpieza? la hipocondria emocinioal
melodramatica tiene que acabar sobre las tetas de la mona de tenesee
no mas teleseriess no ona no cry tururur
nda onda que onda onda que
bitacora vita escoria
regado con agua de noria, cultivos lacteos
rajputs deciomnomico y no decimos nada
a la corte le falta estilo
palacios en gra bretaña en la gran brecha
el canal de la mancha de united condom
starcraft, you knoe no bodyy knows he know everyrhing
look sty loco, arousal please
solo a las plantas les gustan que les planten, cachai cahcagua?
o preferi zapallar, o el tallarin filantropo de valparaiso
de la plaza echaurren
donde a todos les cuelga los mocos, como a cotlraine
santiago lima quieto bogota, buenos aires
sin frasco limon quito bigotes boggling town
connecting DC minis to invisible boggling clowns
burger clowns using drug as software
try dried frogs
oo my sexy drugs secsi ganss preference sexelence
inteliganze lorea danz gloria danz no mas trance
tune up tune up
k is for kompressor cause kompressor do e s not dance
asalamba force ford de nation
plurocratic demonstration of kraut folk
in de dirty old town divertido speranto tanto
al alva tonto habla tonto
mare monstrum nostrum rostrum
dub on hills
my house is on the hills
i m a mountain boy from the boggling town
so mountain people are my love..
this shit was synthesized here and in la playa de mirasol, with roots here and in the boggling town from” tomy d” speedy gonzales, my plaza italia friend, it represents the weirdest part of our little but fully interconnected chilean minds!!!!
