date : 10/17/2024
surrenderism : an anti art manifesto
It was to be expected that I would do this because I know we are at the edge, about to fall
off a cliff. The boys clubs are cracking and we know that in 2024, we are and have been, in
the early stages of late capitalism. Empire continues to breed and perpetuate atrocious
misogyny, prejudice and violence. For anyone who is capable of thinking outside the
simulation, the deck is showing the death card and the reaper is coming close to collect
what was promised to him. For the seers and especially the feminists, this is the upgraded
surrealist manifesto. This is a door, dear reader, and the other side is brighter. And
perhaps in some pedagogical influence, I will also say that I don’t care if you believe me.
And I don’t care about my credibility. I do not feel the need to redefine surrealism. But
you can sit with us only if you know how to completely, truly, bloodily, earth shatteringly,
surrender. Surrenderism? I dare you to do it! This is a call to assemble.
Life has seen no revision in the last 100 years. We still define our success in our fleeting
passions with materiality and modular concepts of wealth. Before the ugliness of wealth was
printed on paper or stamped on metal, it was equal weights in bars of gold or silver. Man
still places his achievements in such drab measurements to retain his ability to compare,
discuss and show off in the same language, at the equal playing field he so desperately
hungers for. Freedom is now only a true concept in utopian fantasy, and even still, as our
imaginations are only supplied from what we know to be good or bad, free or restricted, we
cannot fathom what we don’t know, is our subconscious even free? The orders of the world are
not just boring, but acutely suffocating, uninspiring and gives the world a tinge of gray,
as if we are in a recurring nightmare in the setting of an overcast city, plagued with a
neverending monsoon rain.
The first thing I must address in talking about time is the unfortunate fate that we as
humans have been forced to believe as a fact of nature, that time, like other violent
concepts of European colonial civilization, is also the same, repetitive, modular,
scientific. Scientific thought makes us believe that atomic consistencies are to be seen
everywhere.
DEATH TO THE PETRI DISH. DO NOT SEPARATE MY EAR FROM MY HEAD AS I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO
HEAR.
The dullness of today rages on in the most flaggling fashion. No matter how much I loathe
normalcy, it still pierces into my wild flesh with its dull edge, ripping through what I
consider to be my (in)ability to see through what is simply unjust. This expectation, no,
requirement for time to not be in my hands is in my opinion the most blasphemous of all
crimes, worse than a cannibalistic madman, because even cannibalism is part of the condition
of being alive.
The arbitrary now needs to be under the microscope, Petri dish is okay for that, like
analyzing an antique watch, like seriously, move along.
For some reason I am connected to too many French writers and artists all around me.
Surrealism was at its founding so ahead of its time. I at the age of twenty seven in 2024 am
fascinated by it and immersed in it and there is something to be said about that. The most
boring part about this for me so far is that all my sources are 20th century European men,
but they can rest in peace because we are coming with just as much arrogance and audacity.
And I WONT BE CITING SHIT. The timeless way is ACCESSIBLE TO ALL.
NO INSTITUTION WILL OUTLAST TIME.
Now you must be thinking, is this a diss? An update? An ego streaking through the
park?
no.
This is a critique and a response. The reason Surrealism, 100 years later, is thought of as
a short movement, or as the very blind Martin Herbert claims, a populist attraction, the
public wear their inability to grasp the foundation of humanity on their chest, it is really
very sad. Yes I am defending Surrealism in the same breath that I am dissing it. I am
defending it because surrealism was the seed. I am dissing it, because now the tree is
fruiting, waiting to be plucked, washed, peeled, and consumed, wholly, while the juice drips
down from our mouths and stains our new white shirts and as the fibers get stuck in our
teeth. Andre Breton’s Manifestos on Surrealism has been used for the purpose of eating and
now sits waiting in the sink, crusty, moldy and in the handcuffs of decay.
The strength in being monotheistic in a binary or conscious versus subconscious is that
there isn’t any. When a pattern is informed by an ego rather than an acceptance of all the
subtle intricate energies at play, the pattern will not last forever. But we needed
Surrealism to get here. I have maintained for a while now that the reason we get to see so
many incessant ramblings from men about their options or their theories is because men are
afforded dissociation from reality.
If a whole seed fell down with the rain in the ground,
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this is the whole grown fruit.
It’s nutting.
I have, candidly, been at the verge of wetting myself everyday as I observe the slow and
steady creeping in of man’s delusional projections put onto pieces of metal and some charged
electrons. It feels especially significant for me to write this because we are headed
towards not only our conscious being undermined and eventually discarded, but even our
subconscious being turned into 0s and 1s.
We have just passed the one year mark of the war on Palestine, a land annihilated by a
colonizer, encroacher and fascism. Israel’s ‘Lavender’ system has used decades of facial
recognition software data to “target” low rank officials, so poorly too I must say, like,
they’ve really lacked aim, destroying hospitals and schools, bringing an entire society of
people out on the streets, impoverished, injured, famished and traumatized.
The art people are dull brats. They think empire is mother. They think mother is a MILF. So
I wonder what happened there? But the collapse is not our concern, because we are doing what
they tried to do the first time.
This way is timeless, movements don’t last, they will always cease, but this way will never
die, only by the deterioration of behavior and time, this is an anti-movement.
The reason the timeless way is difficult is that it requires ego death. Ego and its body
live simultaneously, and so we must always die.
Always be dying.
To die is to be born again, and this is the mantra.
Rebellion is still very much in the cards. Rebellion is lyf.
Timelessness will make society fall from where it stands right now.
Timelessness will bring total collapse.
death, all of our goal then? Hehe
Timelessness existed before matter and before time.
You and I know that we’re at the apex of a rebirth. And I have a lot of thoughts on why
we’re producing paintings and films and fashion in layers of displaced reality and freedom
from the moral reasoning of the mind (READ : SOCIETY). The timeless way could never be
commercially viable, the timeless way is personal. Fuck the commercial. And While I’m at it,
fuck the French.
I have always considered dissociating a powerful process. But being an artist is just being
in a continuous obsession. I am completely obsessed. My feelings are consuming, My art is
the beginning of life in my land. I am drowning in my art. My art and I are in sexual union.
We satisfy each others needs, I orgasm all over her and she lets it dry on her skin. She
doesn’t ever shower again to keep my crust on her fingers. My art means nothing, at the end
of it all. I know that when I make her. I have continuously been accused, recently of doing
nothing, but I find it incredibly hilarious because at least I know that about myself.
I love her like I love me.
THIS IS DIFFERENT BECAUSE YOU ARE TO BE AWAKE AND ALIVE.
THIS IS TRUE BECAUSE it separates man from robot.
I am proposing a timeless way of creating, a way as easy as life itself, a way natural to
the shifts of time, a way of unfolding as a creator, as the creator itself, gradually,
beautifully, undulating like a cliff along a shoreline. Art is serious. Art is in every beat
of our circadian rhythm. Art is real. Art is fantasy. Don’t even try to separate me from my
art. Don’t you. Fucking. Dare. You wouldn’t even ever really be able to. Try to! Impossible.
My art flows through my veins. Killing my art will kill me. I wouldn’t be able to live. I
want to run away with her. I want to be sweetheart bandits. I want to homestead with her.
Art crumbles into your hand when you take a bite. Art is beyond good and bad, the pulse of
the universe, our quest for more of the unknown, art is greater than technology, art has
existed since the beginning of time. Art is instinct.
BREAK OUT
.............OF THE CALCULATED SPECTRUM. WHAT IS
OUTSIDE THAT BOX.
Watch the freaks merge, use your brain and your heart and your soul and what your old
neighbor said yesterday while passing you in the endless hallway!!!
Tie your hair into knots!! It’s go time.
IT’S RIGHT NOW, IT’S HERE, COLLECT YOUR EXCREATIONS AND EAT THEM AGAIN, AND AGAIN, AND
AGAIN.
What if we renamed Art as Fart? Fantasies are seen by the living. The living exist outside
the Petri dish.
Human caterpillar yourself like a mobius strip.
I’m chillin’ like a villain. completely spherical and complete.
I gargle my spit and mix it with milk, I am whole.
There’s no parts no production no machine, I am alive.
TIMELESS LIKE THAT CLOUD THAT LOOKED LIKE A EGRET. TIMELESS LIKE WHEN WE THOUGHT AND PRAYED
FOR HIS DEATH. TIMELESS LIKE THE ICK YOU FELT WHEN YOUR POOP HIT THE WATER AND A DROP
SPLASHED BACK IN A PUBLIC TOILET.
TIMELESS LIKE TIME
TIMELESS LIKE FIRE, I take what I have and make it something new.
We are all idiots, but especially especially,
Me.
I am so pleased with myself.
REJECT SCIENCE BECAUSE SCIENCE ALWAYS DOESN’T KNOW EVERYTHING.
Anti - Oedipal
Anti - Movement
Anti - Art
art
art
art
the signal from my brain to my heart to my fingertips.
Dare to pluck your pubes, encase them, and glue them onto your cat’s favorite toy. Dare to
vomit and separate yesterday’s tomatoes from today's eggs, collect the yellow serum in a
cup, boil it with salt and pepper, this soup is now ripe for the plucking, static or not,
active or not, dead or alive. It is all the same, art persists. Memory fades. The
Subconscious lies, the conscious survives, find the abyss in the purgatory.
The reason women are still paid less than men, the reason Israel bombards Palestine with
bone shattering weaponry, and the reason women and queer artists haven’t been celebrated
historically are all the same. I do not want to waste a second longer on discussing the
mechanics of why or how. We know why and how.
Men have the privilege of theorizing the dissection in a Petri dish. Women have the
privilege of child rearing and housekeeping.
I am begging you to completely reject scientific thought. Scientific thought makes you
believe that everything is objective, the same, modular, molecular. Scientific thought is
violent and devoid of the soul. Science teaches us that the average woman is smaller than
the average man. Science teaches us to view the entirety of the world on a defined,
calculated spectrum
We do not need more women in STEM just like we do not need more women in the “Art World”
just like we do not need more women cops. What we need is complete annihilation of these
institutions. Now at this point you’re probably thinking that Kali is an uncontained
anarcho-arsonist and wondering if I’m the kind of person who thinks everything is unreal.
Well, it mostly is, the institutionalisms, at the very least. You’re probably also feeling
intensely burdened, “well how am I gonna do that?!”
SURRENDER
to love,
to the wind,
and to yourself.
I know nothing else, and I will not pretend to.
Surrender.
Surrender.
surrender.
you must surrender!
just let go
yours lovingly
kali