ALL NOISY: a treatise postpolitic

All heard noise the very first time. Opinion, judgment & taste precede recognition & observation, so all are taught that hearing is a superficial mannerism, like eating temporarily resolves the pang of hunger.

All hear noise as environmental phenomena, a parachute of sonorities has created all under greenhouse conditions, spawning a head of white-noise, from infancy to intellectual & physical extension. All noisy stimulants have been reduced to the mental furniture of a many layered floor plan. They are continuously arranged & rearranged in obliquely, but unthought out schema, so as to minimize their/its intrusion upon everyday.

NOISY is a four letter word & all must all be made to feel guilt for performing amid its debacle. All's perspective discourse excludes noisy philosophy. Noisy memory cultivates the Babylonian anti-spectacle of bygone millennium.

"Noise courts distrust & friction, behavioral schizophrenia & irrational haste." The most unwanted byproduct of population is noise. Its want & utility have imploded within its availability. That noise is a weed to be plowed under, for hope of a flower later, that a planet so wealthy with a resource that is pungent with chaotic bits of info could rhetorically sacrifice it to the distant surroundings, to the recent past. Noise is a food like oxygen, or is a piece of information like the mail, or an emotional gamut such as crying or fucking.

Noise has entered our waking conscience, forcefully & can not be relinquished to the un/sub conscience. There lies within noise a manner of empowerization that is both organic & suggestive. By an external manipulation of erotic desirability, by a concentrated rehearsal of memory, of the most complete & instantaneous global recollection. Noise constitutes all that remains undigested, confused & in opposition. At the beginning of the 2nd millennium the properties of noise include as its subset consonance & rhythm since they are no longer obtainable in their original purity.

No virgin harmony remains unspoilt by the ravages of industrial continuity. Noise is the diamond of the future, mined & recycled for its luster, for its clues to the nature & construction of infinity. Noise reproduces in all directions with nucleic passion, with spidery unpredictability.

The race is paralyzed by volume, loudness, amplitude, shouting, explosions; every sonic initiative is yet another blur of distortion.