post No 3

I thought of a sketch for a manifesto of this thing that – as i have been explaining – we don’t know what it is, a scratch of a manifesto, a sketch, and it goes:

(He leaves the room and storms through the corridor in the room)

- I’ve forgotten what I came here for

X: – You’ve come for the manifesto

POEVATIVE INNOSTICS AND ACOULOGIES TECHNISTICAL

it’s the title of our manifesto. And it is soon before we realize it does not portray at all what we mean todo. Realizing that anything would do it’s what we do most.

cyberpunk is an old word for something that, like indeed punk, must constantly evolve or else die. It is a being desperately present to his own time. Forgive for being random and humourless: I am uneasy and awed when i try to explain cyberpunk. It is like an odour, a smell, an essence of something. It points at something rather than being something. It is a theatre that we find new, because even if we are young, we are old already, and marvel before Bladerunner, the romantic and the jaded for once in one, but be wary, it just represents a fashionable set of future technologies and drugs.

Only, it is reality, and the word future loses sense because it is the old way to locate the place where we are: like science fiction, it grows old and needs a new skin.

the new skin. I cannot make my point clearer if not expressing it in blurred jots of insight: the chase demands/ a wide-angle lens.

Gibson sticks in my mind because of many many times hearing his name on the mouth of someone else would mean well, the sporadic spreading of cyberpunk spores; then I came to Calder, Cythera, the most striking I’ve read, the best whitenoised suyburpan fiction I’ve read, intense and with a blush of cyberbritish, and also the most unavaliable book downtown, a shame to the nation.

the city and the stars, a. Clarke, has one of a good novel time-span: the most ancient time recalled in the fiction, is when Man had conquered the galaxy. Then, the novel is set long after an alien race overcame Man to the point of reducing his empire to one single city, that kept self-sufficient and totally isolated from the rest of the universe for twenty times a thousand years. This book makes you feel hosted in a really grand space.