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Who cares about the sex of the angels? Every Neoist supplies symbols
to the mythology of Monty Cantsin,
publishes Akademgorod. A ghost floats over the decaying cake, the ghost of
the Generation Positive, invisible international organisms. Just
like Lt. Murnau's people hearts N League, or the
Church
of the SubGenius, or the Eternal Network. The staging of a
collective dream. The total disposability of the ubiquituous
media-star, one, nobody and a thousand prophets with a flaming
neoteric heart pumping myraculous lymph. What if nothing is there,
inside, over, under, behind? Our Neoism has
many enemies, the greatest enemies being the Neoists themselves.
Only thus the conspiracy may grow.
Generation Positive is here to
save the world, to stick a colourful mole on your skin, to fly
flaming irons forever. Cool iron for delicate garments, dropped
over your feet, mad with love. Wash yourself anew before wearing
Neoism. Wash each limb and dry separately. All colours will bleed
into white colour. A flame finds its way through the gauze to the
streched skin. Blood dyes the canvas as the phase whitens. A choir
of shy plants, stems romantically clutching. A rite on the
living-room floor, cubic protuberances over the navel. And what
will be hung on the wall but magnifying glasses, projected to
enormous size? A Vittore Baroni in SMILE Vol.1 No.1, June 1985