The Revolution Will Be Painted - The revolution will be painted. You will not be able to not know. You may not just be present. You will not be able to plug in, turn on, and cop out. Becau...
24 minutes ago
Jack Kimball’s notes
The interpretation of the unfolding dream [...] precedes the dream itself, which is how the paranoiac method tends to thus inscribe the conditions for experiencing our coming attractions.If paranoiac doesn’t do it, when you reach thus inscribe you know Buuck is holding up a three sided mirror, better to show off the utterly playful relevance of his project to the layering in poem production, reception, and (...aha) reaction. Each piece titled “Prophetic Vision,” again a seeming literal transcription from English dubbing. Each starts “To begin —” and each but the last concludes “And then —” It’s a neat, rule governed framing for the chaotic, “defeated wild boars,” a unicorn guided by doves, a “hoodwinked” beast that beckons a Holy Warrior accompanied by a zebra, and, most pleasant, impossible phrasing: “It’s a ocean of clusteramaridisis / Welcome, Master Detective / Here’s warm hospitality / And then —” Impossible origins, too: Buuck’s character Amarid, discoverer of magic crystals, is from a fantasy of American novelist David Coe's. I take Paranoia Agent as a figurative reflection made of available analogues, impressions, and creative immanence, a media quest and landscape that by my logic can also be classified as nature poetry. To find your own, turn to promised vision / video, as Buuck has, to wallow in nature’s conspicuous outreach, rabbits, horseflies, “dished meatballs,” the “sun’s cherry blossom,” and the occasional sage “somewhere between intuition and science.” Like any excellent quest Paranoia Agent establishes enormous opportunity for dark to neutral interpretations, movements inside the framework and forward and back in time to replicate anomalous dynamism and “the karma of the people...first cries of the newly born shoes of / gold...an illusion.”