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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Nancy Hightower]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2012 07:53:28 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>There has been much ado about this term called The New Aesthetic: what it means, where it’s from, what it aims to do, how it might wander aimlessly through the rhetoric of revolutionary art movements with nary a ripple in that ocean. Bruce Sterling has described it&#160;as the “eruption of the digital into the physical,” [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div id="attachment_4459" style="width: 302px" class="wp-caption alignright"><img fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-4459" class="size-medium wp-image-4459" src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Tortoise-Shell-Glasses-2012-42-x-43-in-292x300.jpg" alt width="292" height="300" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Tortoise-Shell-Glasses-2012-42-x-43-in-292x300.jpg 292w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Tortoise-Shell-Glasses-2012-42-x-43-in.jpg 500w" sizes="(max-width: 292px) 100vw, 292px"><p id="caption-attachment-4459" class="wp-caption-text">Re(presented) Oct 09 [Tortoise Shell Glasses] 2012, digital pigment print, 42″ x 43″</p></div>There has been much ado about this term called The New Aesthetic: what it means, where it’s from, what it aims to do, how it might wander aimlessly through the rhetoric of revolutionary art movements with nary a ripple in that ocean. Bruce Sterling has described it&nbsp;as the “eruption of the digital into the physical,” throwing us into a reverse <em>Tron</em>-like wonderland. But what real importance does all this metaphysical hoopla have in our everyday trudge through reality? As a college instructor of writing and rhetoric who is watching imagination and creativity in her students being slowly stomped and trampled to death, let me assert, it has <em>everything&nbsp;</em>to do with our day-to-day existence. I want to see the rebirth of wonder in my students, to have that ironic and self-deprecating distance that has encoded their lives to be burst asunder through a carnivalesque explosion from the world of objects, be they digital or not. I want this slow trudge through their class with me to turn into one hell of a romp through storytelling. They always want dividing lines: “I’m not a creative writer,” they tell me. But all writing is creative, an act of negotiation between writer and audience, between the hand and the pen or the black keys, white screen or blank paper, scissors, notecards, and tape.&nbsp; It is a symphony of objects that mutate and react—sometimes in accordance of our will, and other times, it seems, actively resisting it. But creative writing should no longer be seen as belonging only to a select few, a caste of demi-gods ensconced in a log cabin with a Remington typewriter and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
<div id="attachment_4502" style="width: 304px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Hacker-2012-3-x-3-in.jpg"><img decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-4502" class="size-medium wp-image-4502" src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Hacker-2012-3-x-3-in-294x300.jpg" alt width="294" height="300" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Hacker-2012-3-x-3-in-294x300.jpg 294w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Hacker-2012-3-x-3-in.jpg 900w" sizes="(max-width: 294px) 100vw, 294px"></a><p id="caption-attachment-4502" class="wp-caption-text">Re(presented) Jan 25 [Hacker] 2011, digital pigment print, 3″ x 3″</p></div>James Bridle, in his video, “We Fell in Love in Coded Space,” argues that the mystery of narrative is not so elusive and isolationist as our romantic ideals paint it. One example he gives (among many) is how William Gibson wrote a story with his Word document opened over Firefox, essentially hover crafting over a community of plugged-in people, spambots, and algorithms. Gibson was, Bridle asserts, writing “as part of the network,” not as storyteller in vacuum. &nbsp;Even as I write this article, I have six windows open to essays from China Miéville, Ian Bogost,&nbsp; Paul D. Miller (aka DJ Spooky), Bruce Sterling, and Carla Gannis while listening again to the Bridle video; in my imagination, we’re in a bar drinking damn good whiskey, getting into all sorts of wonderful arguments.
<p>But let’s not just take Bridle’s or my own word that perhaps the notion of creativity is morphing, that it <em>must </em>transform into something beyond what we have thus experienced in order to survive the onslaught of information and distraction our culture is experiencing. In his keynote speech at the 2012 Edinburgh World Writers’ conference, Miéville, uncannily echoes this notion: “The text is open. This should – could – be our chance to remember that it was never just us who made it, and it was never just ours.” That might rankle some, especially if you plug it into Obama’s “you didn’t build that” rhetoric, but Miéville is ready for you: &nbsp;“Stand down,” he warns. “The blurring of boundaries between writers, books, and readers, self-publishing, the fanfiction of fiction, doesn’t mean some people won’t be better than others at the whole writing thing, or unable to pay their rent that way – it should, though, undermine that patina of specialness. Most of us aren’t that special, and the underlining of that is a good thing, the start of a great future. In which we can maybe focus more on the books. Which might even rarely be special.”</p>
<div id="attachment_4466" style="width: 302px" class="wp-caption alignright"><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Doppleganger-2012-12-x-12.-25-in1.jpg"><img decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-4466" class="size-medium wp-image-4466" src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Doppleganger-2012-12-x-12.-25-in1-292x300.jpg" alt width="292" height="300" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Doppleganger-2012-12-x-12.-25-in1-292x300.jpg 292w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Doppleganger-2012-12-x-12.-25-in1-999x1024.jpg 999w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Doppleganger-2012-12-x-12.-25-in1.jpg 1300w" sizes="(max-width: 292px) 100vw, 292px"></a><p id="caption-attachment-4466" class="wp-caption-text">Re(presented) Jan 25 [Hacker] 2011, digital pigment print, 3″ x 3″</p></div>Perhaps the idea of “specialness” is nowhere more prevalent than in the notion of portraiture, to cannily capture someone’s essence via painting, drawing or photograph. It is this particular genre that digital artist Carla Gannis wants to confound and playfully challenge by questioning notions of textual ownership, identity, and recognition. In her Non-facial Recognition project, Gannis requested friends and twitter followers to send her their profile pictures, allowing her the chance to remix and reauthor their likenesses in an unrecognizable form. What we find in some of these photos is an eruption of objects into the world of the subject. In <em>Doppelgangers</em>, trees swirl upwards like newly-formed tornados from the necks of working stiffs. In the background, and ethereally scaffolded among the foliage, loom towers made of boxes of Saltines, Swiss Miss, and Celestial Seasonings tea. The dividing line between natural and unnatural is blurred through this hybridic, digital painting process to the point of creating a new landscape—one recognizable and yet foreign.
<div id="attachment_4484" style="width: 310px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part-1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-4484" class="size-medium wp-image-4484" src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part-1-300x156.jpg" alt width="300" height="156" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part-1-300x156.jpg 300w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part-1-1024x533.jpg 1024w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part-1.jpg 1200w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px"></a><p id="caption-attachment-4484" class="wp-caption-text">Robbi Carni, digital pigment print, 2012, Part 1</p></div>
<p>The works are uncanny, but perhaps not shocking in the way we are used to expecting with grotesque or hope for with the New Aesthetic. Gannis herself believes that “The 20th Century authentic shock of the new seems to not have carried over into the 21st. Perhaps shock is no longer a variable in the art and cultural equation, no matter how nostalgic some of us still are (myself included) for artistic subversion as revolution.” What if, for instance, Mitt Romney’s face was melded into our own, to send us spiraling into a journey of self introspection, discovering along the way how we, too, marginalize the poor, the sick, and elderly.</p>
<div id="attachment_4479" style="width: 310px" class="wp-caption alignright"><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part3.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-4479" class="wp-image-4479 " src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part3-300x156.jpg" alt width="300" height="156" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part3-300x156.jpg 300w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part3-1024x533.jpg 1024w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part3.jpg 1200w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px"></a><p id="caption-attachment-4479" class="wp-caption-text">Robbi Carni, digital pigment print, 2012, Part 3</p></div>
<p>But Gannis did something much more wondrous with these strange profiles and incorporated them into the panorama <em>Robbi Carni</em> , a 15 ft x 2.75 foot digital drawing, created with a stylus &amp; tablet and produced using digital imaging/editing softwares. Here the big top has collapsed and is now half-sunk into the ground, the freakish and deformed forced out into the street, into the realm of carnival. The pictures and narratives were gleaned from narratives from the Twitterati—a host of artists, fiction writers, and poets—specifically designed this project. In carnival, the world spins itself into a topsy-turvy paradigm, wherein the king and the fool are no longer opposites, but brothers for a day. A double armed football player centaur runs amok while a washing machine pup is ready for play. Human balloons float above, right next to blocks falling out a video game, held in one hand by a some kind of “it” creature getting ready either to be birthed between a pair of legs, or give some rather hairy pleasure.</p>
<div id="attachment_4478" style="width: 310px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part2.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-4478" class=" wp-image-4478 " src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part2-300x156.jpg" alt width="300" height="156" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part2-300x156.jpg 300w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part2-1024x533.jpg 1024w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-Panorama-2012-Part2.jpg 1200w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px"></a><p id="caption-attachment-4478" class="wp-caption-text">Robbi Carni, digital pigment print, 2012, Part 2</p></div>
<p>The beauty about carnival, of course, is the freedom to laugh at all the horror that normally traps us in hierarchies. In the participation of street culture, object, animals, and things coalesce into one giant&nbsp;mashup of beings. In his article, “The New Aesthetic Needs to Get Weirder,” Ian Bogost lauds this kind equilibrium: &nbsp;“We humans are elements, but not the sole elements of philosophical interest. OOO [Object Oriented Ontology] contends that nothing has special status, but that everything exists equally–plumbers, cotton, bonobos, DVD players, and sandstone, for example…It is ultimately impossible for one thing to understand the experience of another, but we can&nbsp;<em>speculate</em>&nbsp;about the withdrawn, inner experience of things based on a combination of evidence–the exhaust they leave behind–and poetics–the speculative work we do to characterize that experience.” We need to begin respecting the alien-ness of things in order to understand their worth and complexity, and their unspoken power over <em>us</em>. Imagine the new paradigm of ethics we could gain in regards to the environment if we allowed the Arctic to speak as such? &nbsp;Paul Miller said that while writing his&nbsp;<em>Book of Ice </em>he was “trying to figure out how to make a reflection of the landscape, but instead, the landscape made a reflection of me” (qtd. in Thill). Watch how the peaks of the mountain in the Robbi Carni panorama flow seamlessly into the big tops–is the landscape no longer a backdrop but an avid spectator, looking at our collapsing panopticonic circus? Could we create a new carnival culture wherein we meet machines and nature on their own terms?</p>
<p><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-detail2.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class=" wp-image-4481 alignright" src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-detail2-287x300.jpg" alt width="287" height="300" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-detail2-287x300.jpg 287w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2012/10/Robbi-Carni-detail2.jpg 638w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 287px) 100vw, 287px"></a></p>
<p>In many ways, Bruce Sterling calls for the same kind of destruction of “specialness” in regards to the New Aesthetic, &nbsp;stating that &nbsp;“A sincere New Aesthetic would be a valiant, comprehensive effort to truly and sincerely engage with machine-generated imagery — not as a freak-show, a metaphor or a stimulus to the imagination — but *as it exists.* The real deal, down to the scraped-metal chip surface, if necessary….It would manifest a friendlier attitude toward non-artistic creatives and their works. It would be kinder with non-artists, at ease with them, helpful to them, inclusive of them, of service to them.” The hybridization of Gannis’s work tries to push us into this realm of respect for the speculative wonder of objects—be they machines, aesthetics, or humans. Her artwork is not merely visual data that has been gleaned from algorithms, but also from the stories and faces of friends, colleagues, and strangers who are now interlaced with one another, a collective ownership of identity that perhaps also makes us question how it is that we feel such isolation in our connected world. The artist’s job is not to give easy answers or to introduce new hierarchies but rather to break open our imaginations, to transform us into creators of new narratives.&nbsp;I want my students and every person who thinks they are not a storyteller or artist to experience that eruption, that joyous remixing, retelling, building, and splicing of word, image, and sound so that they see themselves both as creative and beautiful creation. You can think both the New Aesthetic and the Grotesque nothing but another Shandyesque hobby horse to ride for a while. Or you can see them as doorways into the fantastic, a liminal space where even the very rocks might cry out.</p>
<p>Carla Gannis’s latest exhibition, which features&nbsp;<em>Robbi Carni</em>, can be seen <a href="http://www.pablosbirthday.com/exhibitions" target="_blank">at Pablo’s Birthday</a> in NYC until October 13, 2012. And to&nbsp;view more of Gannis’ work, please visit her website: <a href="http://www.carlagannis.com/">http://www.carlagannis.com/</a>.</p>
<p style="text-align: center;">Sources Cited</p>
<p>Bogost, Ian. “The New Aesthetic Needs to Get Weirder.” <em>The Atlantic.</em> Atlantic Media Company, 13 Apr. 2012. Web. Oct. 2012.</p>
<p>Bridle, James. “We Fell in Love in a Coded Space.”&nbsp;<em>Lift.&nbsp;</em>Life Conference, 6 Apr. 2012. Web. Oct. 2012.</p>
<p>Gannis, Carla. “A&nbsp;Code&nbsp;for&nbsp;the&nbsp;Numbers&nbsp;to&nbsp;Come.” <em>The Creator’s Project</em>. Vice Media, 4 May 2012. Web. Oct. 2012.</p>
<p>Mieville, China. “The Future of the Novel.” <em>The Guardian</em>. Guardian News and Media Limited, Web. 21 Aug. 2012. Web. Oct. 2012.</p>
<p>Sterling, Bruce. “An Essay on the New Aesthetic.” <em>Wired.</em> Condé Nast,<em><strong> </strong></em>2 April 2012. Web. Oct. 2012.</p>
<p>Thill, Scott. “DJ Spooky Defrosts<strong>&nbsp;</strong><cite>Book of Ice</cite><strong>&nbsp;</strong>at Ground Zero.” <em>Wired</em>. Condé Nast,<em><strong> </strong></em>16 Sept. 2011. Web. Oct. 2012.</p>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Reza Negarestani]]></dc:creator>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>With the publication of Cyclonopedia, Reza Negarestani catapulted to the forefront of the most interesting uncanny writers of the twenty-first century. Given that his work partakes heavily of nonfiction forms and of philosophical approaches to The Weird, even though also quite visceral, Negarestani may not be to everyone’s taste. But he is clearly the most [&#8230;]</p>
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										<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left;"><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/cabinet.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-1029" title="cabinet" src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/cabinet-215x300.jpg" alt width="215" height="300" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/cabinet-215x300.jpg 215w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/cabinet.jpg 359w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 215px) 100vw, 215px"></a>With the publication of <em><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0980544009/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=httpwwwjeffva-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=0980544009">Cyclonopedia</a><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" style="margin: 0px;" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpwwwjeffva-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=0980544009" alt width="1" height="1" border="0"></em>, Reza Negarestani catapulted to the forefront of the most interesting uncanny writers of the twenty-first century. Given that his work partakes heavily of nonfiction forms and of philosophical approaches to The Weird, even though also quite visceral, Negarestani may not be to everyone’s taste. But he is clearly the most original weird fiction writer to appear in recent years, lauded by, among others, China Mieville (who first introduced us to his work). We were so taken by <em>Cyclonopedia</em> that we reprinted an excerpt in our <em>The Weird</em> compendium and also commissioned the following&nbsp;brilliant original&nbsp;story, “The Gallows-Horse,” for our anthology <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0062004751/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=httpwwwjeffva-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=390957&amp;creativeASIN=0062004751">The Thackery T. Lambshead Cabinet of Curiosities</a><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" style="margin: 0px;" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=httpwwwjeffva-20&amp;l=as2&amp;o=1&amp;a=0062004751" alt width="1" height="1" border="0">. It was written based on the Mieville art also reproduced below. <em>- Ann &amp; Jeff VanderMeer</em></p>
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<p><strong>Museum:</strong> Museum of Intangible Arts and Objects, Saragossa, Spain</p>
<p><strong>Exhibitions:</strong> The Secret History of Objects; The Center for Catoptrics and Optical Illusions; Hall of the Man-Object</p>
<p><strong>Creators and Causes:</strong> Objects themselves; Deviant phenomenal models of reality; Neurolinguistic and cognitive distortions</p>
<p><strong>Dates of manifestation:</strong> May 4, 1808–1820(?); July 1936-January 1961; January 2003</p>
<p><strong>Title:</strong> The gallows-horse</p>
<p><strong>Objectal mediums:</strong> Gaspar Bermudez (Spanish, 1759–1820), Thackery T. Lambshead (British, 1900–2003)</p>
<p>Also known as the Edifice of the Weird, the <em>gallows-horse</em> is the highlight of the Museum of Intangible Arts and Objects. Simultaneously being displayed in three distinct and permanent exhibitions, the gallows-horse presents the four basic criteria of the museum—Immateriality, Intangibility, Elusiveness and Ephemeral manifestations. Gallows-horse was first brought to the attention of the museum’s board of experts and trustees by an international collective of researchers consisting of art and science historians, linguists and philosophers who were commissioned by the Universities of Oxford and Exeter to index and organize the notes and memoirs of the late Dr. Thackery T. Lambshead, a prominent British medical scientist, explorer and collector of esoteric arts and exotic objects. These notes, according to the research collective, include references to various objects and artworks collected by Dr. Lambshead during his lifetime. Whilst the majority of these references have been traced to tangible corporeal objects currently on display in various international museums, there were also scattered allusions to objects which did not have any record in museums or private collections. Either ravaged by a fire which broke out in Dr. Lambshead’s private residential collection or lost during his lifetime, nearly all of these objects—thanks to engineering and technological interventions—are now visually reconstructed through digital simulation.</p>
<p><a href="../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/gallows1.jpg"><img loading="lazy" decoding="async" class="alignnone size-full wp-image-1030" title="gallows1" src="../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/gallows1.jpg" alt width="283" height="381" srcset="../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/gallows1.jpg 283w, ../../../wp-content/uploads/2011/12/gallows1-222x300.jpg 222w" sizes="auto, (max-width: 283px) 100vw, 283px"></a><br>
<em>(Art by China Mieville)</em></p>
<p>In the late stages of documentation, however, the research collective came upon a concluding remark written by Dr. Lambshead regarding an alleged and final item added to the collection before his death. In a presumably closing remark marking the completion of the collection, Dr. Lambshead writes:</p>
<p>January 28, 2003: It is not about the question of part-whole relationships, it is not even about the question of possible combinations of different objects, it is about the self-improvising reality of objects—unapproachable and incommensurable with our perception—that could rise to gallows horse just as it could rise to either horse or gallows, or something fundamentally different, or nothing at all. Even in its most kitsch material forms, the gallows-horse rises from the pandemonium of objects. A collection without such a thing is simply a tawdry carnival that spotlights human perception and displays our mental bravado instead of objects themselves. […] Today I erected the gallows-horse as the final and crowning piece of the wonder-room.</p>
<p>“It is this emphatic reference to the <em>final</em> and <em>crowning</em> piece that made us reexamine [his] notes in search of the gallows-horse,” says Professor Rachel Pollack, one of the researchers appointed to index and categorize the bulk of writings penned by Dr. Lambshead. The first reference to the gallows-horse dates back to January 10, 1936, when Dr. Thackery T. Lambshead writes in his journal “The sky is clear and the gallows-horse reigns; canaries sing from crogdaene.” For more than two decades, references to the gallows-horse persist always in the context of such enigmatic sentences that undulate between brief cryptic notes and self-invented semantic structures, and are always preceded by an exact date. For example a note from July 15, 1953, reads, “The Salamian began to sink Ariabignes’ boat. When a man runs out of the steam of history, it is in our best interest to restore the history to a previous state when that man did not exist or make that man mount the gallows-horse.” Or “December 3, 1958: In the wake of recent incidents, my pain is rekindled every night either by the fear of death or even worse, by the fear of riding the gallows-horse at a gallop.”</p>
<p><strong>I. Gallows-horse at The Secret History of Objects (Second floor, Room 6)</strong></p>
<p>The letter to the Museum of Intangible Arts and Objects states that none of the early references to the gallows-horse written between 1936 to 1959 described or even identified it as an object or a <em>thing</em>. During this period the gallows-horse continually appeared in the form of a chameleonic crypt or a cipher that opportunistically mimicked the semantic context of the sentence or the phrase it inhabited. It has been unanimously confirmed by the members of the research collective that in its larval stage of development between 1936 to 1959 before it began to fully appear as an object – at least as objects are commonly known – the gallows-horse has been a linguistic crypto-object with parasitic behaviors. “Like a menace which must be assimilated by its foes to defeat them from within,” the research collective emphasizes, “the early form of the gallows-horse tends to adapt—in the most esoteric way—whatever meaning the sentence that hosts it conveys. This uncanny linguistic crypto-object demonstrates its independent reality by moulding the world of the conscious and thinking subject around itself, literally thinking the subject that thinks it.”</p>
<p>During its incubation period, the gallows-horse was simply feeding off of contexts and linguistic connections in Dr. Lambshead’s notes and memories in order to build an empty cognitive carapace around itself. In this period, therefore, the gallows-horse cannot be understood in terms of an emerging thing, whether this new thing would be an idea, a thought or a corporeal object. Adamantly refusing to be considered as something (let alone a unified thing made of a gallows and a horse), the gallows-horse is <em>the very personification of the primordial death of all meaning par excellence</em> that oscillates between sense and non-sense depending on its mode of deployment against the parameters of human perception. In this early linguistic incubation period, the deeper you dig into the context where the gallows-horse is buried, the more promiscuous you find the gallows-horse is in relation to its semantic and semiotic neighbors. In digging for the true gallows-horse, you simply dig out nothing. In its basal form – that is the gallows-horse before it is born as a distinct idea and is manifestly imagined – the gallows-horse can be anything precisely because it is nothing.(1)</p>
<p>The Secret History of Objects is proud to present <em>Naught-horse-Naught-gallows</em>, an equivocally inexistent object that linguistically manifested as the gallows-horse from 1936 to 1959 throughout notes attributed to Thackery T. Lambshead—a meaning-feigning crypto-object which not only reveals a tenaciously alien yet meaningless expanse behind its ideated components which are “horse” and “gallows” but also worms itself into the semantic foundation of its context, eroding it so thoroughly that only a depth devoid of meaning, significance and ghosts remains.(2)</p>
<p><strong>II. Gallows-horse at The Center for Catoptrics and Optical Illusions (Second Floor, Room 9) </strong></p>
<p>The second life of the gallows-horse as an intangible object began December 15, 1959, when for the first time Dr. Lambshead directly addressed the gallows-horse as an object by obliquely writing on the ambivalent aspects of the gallows-horse:</p>
<p style="padding-left: 30px;">I dreamed of myself dancing on the gallows-horse, hanging to its neck, swaying on its back, trotting with the rest of the herd. How can a horse take you to the gallows when the gallows is the horse? It is not a euphemism for death nor does it realize the literality of a horse carrying the convict to the gallows. As far as the nomenclature is concerned, it can be the horse-gallows as much as it can be the gallows-horse. There is no distance between the gallows and the horse to be either stretched or traversed. Yet despite the absence of such a distance, the gallows and the horse retain their distinct identities, the horse is still a horse and the gallows is still an inanimate edifice. But the curious aspect of this object is how can the horse and the gallows be united as one without one being the extension of the other or without a substantial change in their nature necessary for the intimacy and entanglement of the animate with the inanimate?</p>
<p>For less than two years, a scarce number of comments on the gallows-horse were made by Dr. Lambshead. These comments have frequently been presented in the form of bewildering riddles regarding the unified nature of the gallows-horse as one object in which both the gallows and the horse retain their distinct identities in one way or another without veering toward monstrous or marvelous categories. This “period of second advent” (as it is stated in the letter to the Museum of Intangible Arts and Objects) lead the research collective to believe that what Dr. Lambshead was calling the gallows-horse should be none other than the <em>Equcrux</em> which is also known as the cross-horse or the Spanish sphinx.</p>
<p>During the Spanish War of Independence (1808–1814), two days after civilian residents of Madrid stood in rebellion against the occupation of the ruthless French army and one day after the massacre of the same Spanish civilians by Bonaparte’s army, on May 4, 1808, on a hilltop outside of Madrid a small French task force handpicked by Marshal Joachim Dandy-King Murat had prepared the gallows for hanging a Spanish traitor who was also a renowned and talented portraitist named Gaspar Bermudez. Being an artist friend of Francisco Goya, Bermudez certainly did not share Goya’s more patriotic sentiments. He had been providing the French troops with vital military and inside-palace information since the beginning of war. But on the first of May, he had inadvertently given erroneous information to the French army stationed in Madrid, contributing to the rebellion of the second of May and the flowing of French blood in the streets of Madrid. Marshal Murat had ordered the execution of Bermudez immediately after repressing the uprising, but he later changed his mind and decided to subject the Spanish artist to a humiliating mock execution instead. This was mainly due to the popularity of Bermudez as a gifted portraitist among Royal and wealthy French patrons including Murat who had Bermudez paint seven different portraits of himself.</p>
<p>Reportedly minutes before sunrise, the French soldiers take Bermudez to the gallows riding on a horse, they perform their short everyday ritual by putting the noose around Bermudez’s neck and charging the horse. The gallows having been manipulated by the French soldiers possessed two adjacent nooses, a fake and a real noose. Once the horse leaps forward, Bermudez finds himself—perhaps after a minute or two lost in terror—with a second noose around his neck, fallen on his chest on the ground. As he raises his head, he sees the sun dawning and an opaque light that permeates between the gallows, the neighing horse and a patch of swampy ground in which the horse is rearing, transiently filling the gap between all three objects (that is the waterlogged patch of earth, the horse and the gallows). And Gaspar Bermudez beholds what he later calls the Equcrux, a spectral object consisting of three distinct identities (the soggy earth, the horse and the gallows) seamlessly fixed upon each other in a fashion that the horse was beheaded by the gallows and the quaggy patch of earth was inseparable yet categorically distinct from the hooves. The Equcrux, according to the Spaniard himself, was an object that had been created outside of the infinite possibilities which were given to the worlds of the horse, the gallows, the waterlogged earth and even the aurora as separate objects; it was a spectral gradient between the animate and the inanimate, a frozen instance of transgression from the realm of the individual objects toward a universe in which things were always anonymous until now.</p>
<p>The figure of the Equcrux enjoyed a brief popularity after the war when Bermudez claimed himself as a war hero and mass-produced the spectral object as a kitsch symbol of the horrors of war branded as the Spanish sphinx, an object made of stuffed leather and wood in the form of a horse in rearing position whose body was attached to a modeled gallows from the base of the neck so that it had as its head, literally, the gallows. However, due to production constraints and additional costs it had been decided by Bermudez himself to abandon the third object, the quaggy patch of water which in the first models was unsuccessfully made of straw mixed with resin. In the course of a few years, the Spanish sphinx lost its national popularity after Gaspar Bermudez was finally brought to the Spanish court as a traitor and a national shame. The last vestiges of the Spanish sphinx as a figure of terror were erased from memories and flea markets when Francisco Goya’s <em>The Disasters of War</em> was finally published in 1863.</p>
<p>As a part of The Center for Catoptrics and Optical Illusions, an inoperative replica of the Spanish sphinx has been installed with a patch of wet soil, a taxidermized horse and a wooden gallows brought together in an illuminated cubicle where these objects can no longer be conceived as the gallows-horse.</p>
<p><strong>III. Gallows-horse in the Hall of the Man-Object (Third Floor) </strong></p>
<p>In 1920, an unpublished essay by the Russian psychoanalyst Sabina Spielrein entitled <em>Gaspar Bermudez: A Case Study in the Spontaneous Shape of Trauma</em> recounts a different analysis of the Spaniard’s spectral object. As Spielrein writes in the introduction to her essay, she came across a surprisingly well-preserved copy of a personal diary attributed to a Spanish portraitist named Gaspar Bermudez through a German collector and became growingly interested in the life of this obscure artist and his vision of the cross-horse. The diary, as Spielrein remarks, opens a secret passageway into the life of this enigmatic Spanish artist. A major portion of the diary deals with Bermudez’s intimate fascination with horses which obsessively asserts itself as a form of identification of his self with a horse or a drove of horses. The diary reveals that in conjunction with his main profession as the portraitist of Spanish and French nobles yet hidden from the eyes of the public, Bermudez had the habit of making self-portraits of himself as horses with different—subtly human— postures and facial expressions. This complete identification of his self and ego with a horse, Spielrein argues, eventually became a mental basis for the figure of the Equcrux or the cross-horse. During the mock execution, the humiliating blow that was inflicted on Bermudez’s outgrown and mutated ego forced the self—that is the Spaniard’s self—to shed part of itself in order to cope with the extreme and unbidden force of trauma that asserted itself not as a French executioner but as the gallows that firmly stood before his overthrown self and prostrate ego.</p>
<p>The act of shedding a part of the self in order to save the rest is in fact common among organisms (such as lizards shedding their tails or the so-called scratching tic) as a primitive yet powerful means of self-preservation. The curious and interesting aspect of Bermudez’s traumatic experience is that while he was degraded at the foot of the gallows, it was not his human self that cut off a part of itself but his earlier identification of his <em>self</em> with a horse. Since Bermudez’s ego had already fully identified with a horse, at the moment of the traumatizing blow, it was his equine self that cut parts of itself in order to save the integrity of the rest of the horse (or more accurately Bermudez’s full mental identification with a horse). When Bermudez’s ego dismembered itself to ensure the survival of the greater part, a void was left in his nervous system, a deep hole punctured in the horse that had already replaced the mental human image of his self. Knocked down at the foot of the gallows and his ego dismembered, Bermudez’s equine self had no option to restore its “lost chunk” (Spielrein) other than by filling in the new cavity with the invasive force of trauma that could neither be expelled nor be allowed to shatter the entire nervous system. The Cross-horse is precisely the mental object created by these traumatic tensions and breaches in Bermudez’s psychic structure, the beheaded horse was permanently trephinated by the gallows which was but the mental identification of the traumatic force. Spielrein writes that not only the damaged cervical vertebrate of the horse tightly locked into the wooden end of the gallows but also the intrusive traumatic force of the gallows impaled the horse from precisely where it had already torn off one of its parts. The upright pole of the gallows was re-erected as the restored cervical vertebrate of the horse, the triangle formed by the cross-beam its new cranium and the noose-hole the space between the mandible and the higher jaw.</p>
<p>An offspring of a traumatic invasion, a traumatic object with a spontaneous anatomical structure, the Equcrux intriguingly does not signify a receding tendency toward earlier states of the evolutionary chain. In other words for Bermudez, the trauma of the mock execution did not—unlike other instances of trauma and toppling of the ego—cause the individual to relapse into an earlier state of evolution when the species was still crawling due to the lack of spinal developments. On the contrary, the Equcrux melds the bestial locomotion or four-legged model of walking with the anatomy of a straightened spine which characterizes the bipedal species. The <em>quadrupedal horse gets a new spine that exhibits the traits of a straightened—perhaps even too straightened—spinal curvature that has been transplanted by the</em> L‑shaped and the obsessively perpendicular composition of the gallows. For this reason alone, the spinal anatomy of the Equcrux cannot be compared with the spinal formations in monstrous mental categories such as that of a centaur in which the curved spine of the horse shifts to the less curved spine of the human. In the Equcrux the spinal curvature is not produced by extending a more curved spine to a less curved one, it is the creation of a mathematical marriage between a curve (the q<em>uadrupedal spine</em>) and a straight line (the gallows).</p>
<p>Spielrein continues by stating that from the day of the great humiliation onwards, the Equcrux became the sole mental and artistic image of the Spanish portraitist for it was not really a passing traumatic object any more but his very self and psychic structure that had turned into a full-fledged object. After a month-long pause, Bermudez recommenced writing his diaries which were this time exclusively dominated by his ambitious rants about replicating the Equcrux by any means or method of fabrication, and his immutable and recurring dreams wherein he was always a drove of gallows-horses rushing down in great numbers from a hilltop toward a city.</p>
<p>The Equcrux or Gaspar Bermudez as was traumatically conceived in the form of the gallows-horse is currently kept in the Hall of the Man-Object in an empty vitrine labeled <em>Gasper Bermudez, the gallows-horse</em>. A motto runs under the label: <em>¡Suelta a los raros!</em></p>
<p><strong>Endnotes</strong></p>
<p>(1) “It has been suggested that mimicry such as that of a chameleon is an impulse for dissolving back to the environment from which the individual was once relatively segregated; it is a force that is temporarily lent to the individual entity by nature. In using mimicry, the individual unconsciously utilizes the impulse for dissolution (or death) in order to gain some kind of profit (surviving, preying or living in harmony with something else). But in reality, in using mimicry the individual exercises the indifference of its environment to meaningful change and intention, that nature does not have any interest or motive to create meaningful differences and that even in its most cunning and meaningful acts the individual affirms the dissolution whereby all differences (including its own) and meanings are eradicated. The semantic mimicry that the gallows-horse undertakes is, in the same vein, neither a tendency to return to a meaningful semantic environment nor a meaningful yet cryptic act in itself. Instead, it is an act that reveals the fragile construction of meaning as the aftereffect of a compulsion to return to a meaningless abyss that precedes all patterns, signs and signifiers. The gallows-horse communicates a meaning by mimicking its sentential environment, and in doing so it demonstrates how meaning is the result of mimicry which is in fact a compulsion to flatten all semantic differences and return once again to the meaningless abyss that lingers behind the words <em>horse</em> and <em>gallows</em>, as well as any other word, sign, idea or image.” (Richard Graansvort, <em>From Cryptography to Neurolinguistic Mimicry in Thackery T. Lambshead’s Memoirs</em>, London: Samuel Buscard Institute, 2009)</p>
<p>(2) Shortly after the death of Dr. Thackery T. Lambshead and the publication of a number of his memoirs, the pseudonymous Pravda Online columnist Novena Brines published an exposé on the life of the British scientist. According to Brines, Lambshead was an overseas coordinating officer of MI6 whose scientific journeys and seemingly scandalous communist sympathies were only shields to protect his true identity. Among the documents and sources that Brines cites as evidences and clues is Lambshead’s memoirs. Brines particularly focuses on the name gallows-horse. He considers gallows-horse as a codename or what he calls an operation-marker. Brines argues that in the majority of cases, the name gallows-horse marks an imminent launch of an operation. In his exposé, Brines cites as an example the note “January 10, 1936: The sky is clear and the gallows-horse reigns; canaries sing from crogdaene.” He explains that the note is dated one day before the British MI6 officers departed from Croydon Airport toward the Canary Islands in order to move and protect General Francisco Franco for the nationalist military coup that began with the code “Over all of Spain, the sky is clear” and ignited the Spanish Civil War. Brines, however, fails to provide any more convincing examples or concrete documents and mostly resorts to rumors to the extent that in a public apology, <em>Pravda</em>’s editor-in-chief called Brine’s speculation “a wild conspiracy theory more fitting for an American gossip column than Pravda”.</p>
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<p><em><strong>WFR Interrogatory:</strong></em></p>
<p><strong>Dear Readers:</strong></p>
<p><strong>–Who are some of your favorite writers of weird fiction, especially those who tend to be overlooked or are underrated in your opinion?</strong></p>
<p><strong>Your answers will&nbsp; help <em>WFR</em> determine who and what to cover in the coming months.</strong></p>
<p><strong>Sincerely,<br>
Oddkin, Weirdie, &amp; Old Peculiar</strong></p>
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<p>Clarkesworld Magazine <a href="http://clarkesworldmagazine.com/weird_interview/">has hosted a roundtable </a>with just a few of the contributors to our <em><a href="http://www.forbiddenplanet.co.uk/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;products_id=67388">The Weird </a></em>compendium, centered around the subject of “What is The Weird?” Their answers are various and fascinating.</p>
<p>Our own take on it is can be found in our intro to <em><a href="http://www.bookdepository.com/Weird-Ann-Vandermeer/9781848876873">The Weird</a></em>, where we cite Lovecraft’s classic definition as well as make the argument for the influence of Kafka, especially after World War II.</p>
<p>What was Lovecraft’s definition? In 1927, he wrote that the weird tale “has something more than secret murder, bloody bones, or a sheeted form clanking chains.” Instead, it represents the pursuit of some indefinable and perhaps maddeningly unreachable understanding of the world beyond the mundane—a ‘certain atmosphere of breathless and unexplainable dread” or “malign and particular suspension or defeat of…fixed laws of Nature”—through fiction that comes from the more unsettling, shadowy side of the fantastical tradition.</p>
<p>As we write in our introduction, “Because The Weird often exists in the interstices, because it can occupy different territories simultaneously, an impulse exists among the more rigid taxonomists to find The Weird suspect, to argue it should not, cannot be, separated out from other traditions. Because The Weird is as much a <em>sensation</em> as it is a mode of writing, the most keenly attuned amongst us will say ‘I know it when I see it,’ by which they mean ‘I know it when I <em>feel</em> it’—and this, too, the more rigorous of categorizing taxidermists will take to mean The Weird does not exist when, in fact, this is one of the more compelling arguments for its existence.”</p>
<p>In&nbsp;&nbsp;Michael Moorcock’s&nbsp; foreweird to the anthology, he writes about the tension in&nbsp;weird fiction between an unwillingness to be pigeonholed&nbsp;and yet finding&nbsp;useful entry points for readers: “Generally the real tensions in literary forms come from that which can be readilycommodified and branded and that which cannot. Fritz Leiber, one of the best American stylists I knew, told me that he had talked about this with two&nbsp;<em>Weird Tales&nbsp;</em>contributors Robert Bloch (of <em>Psycho </em>fame) and Henry Kuttner (primarily an SF writer). All had begun writing unrationalised fiction, having much in common with surrealism or absurdism, to discover very quickly that literary magazines wanted an approximation of realism and commercial markets needed to know <em>why, </em>forcing you to cook up some sort of rationalization for the events you described so that you came to see your failure to rationalize as some sort of flaw or laziness in yourself.”</p>
<p>Among other fascinating ideas found in his idiosyncratic afterweird, China Mieville asserts that “The fact of the Weird is the fact that the worldweave is ripped and unfinished. Moth-eaten, ill-made. And that through the little tears, from behind the ragged edges, things are looking at us.” (Next week, <em>WFR</em> will post a substantial excerpt from Mieville’s afterweird.)</p>
<p>The idea of things looking at the reader from the story is deeply weird, and also hints at the sense in the best weird fiction of something beyond hidden in the paragraph, an almost luminous quality of meaning just beyond comprehension. The best weird tales also reward multiple readings and like the best fiction generally seem to change or <em>shift</em> upon re-reading.</p>
<p><em>Don’t forget to tell us about your favorite weird writers.</em></p>
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