Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2003 20:12:43 +1100
From: "dr.woooo" <dr.woooo-AT-nomasters.org>
Subject: [postanarchism] TheRaveOfSimulation



" Not only autonomous but mutants, Not only zones but outlaws viruses.  "

rave-o-lutionary, alt.media post-modern trippers, perhaps badly translated, but 
a fun text. kind of a strange poetry as happens sometimes when a heavy 
theoretical text is translated from italian/spanish etc to english 

http://www.kein.org/keinwiki/TheRaveOfSimulation

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RetinAcustic Experience
The Rave Of Simulation 

We groove up in the Society of Simulation with a television stuffed in our 
mouth, we were fed for years of controlled fluxes of consciusness. Now it’s 
impossible for us to leave the body which haunts our flesh out of the rave that 
rewrites the codes 

The subject of the following experiences is a video crew that works into 
illegal rave parties in Rome, Italy, from 1996 and calls itself NTSC 
(Confederate Subversive Techno Nucleos). People and situations melt all 
togheter in a form of recombinant attitude into the rave of Simulation, around 
the Video_consolle in the Parties. At the starting point we had to learn how to 
districate ourselveves in this labyrinth of savage cables. We used the process 
of been overlaying levels and creating a chaotic device which allowed the 
happening of little unexpected epiphany , stupefying explosion of sense. We 
were able to catch a viral order in the syntax of chaos 

. The Rave of Simulation


(NTSC walks on stage, the space is a ghostly and empty ex-slaughter house, the 
time is somewhere between dawn and dusk, the weather is cold and NTSC is made 
of female flesh):
NTSC:”The Rave consume itself in the act and it is immediate, so the liveset is 
the form of expression that fit more in it. The perception of the video 
consolle is the extension of our own of our 

body, a techno organic performance connected with the emotion of everyone that 
puts his dirty hands on it, 

it disclosed visions and hidden connection, inexplicables or illegible 
otherways:
Report#1 Rave at Fintech december 997: 
esthatic contemplation of a space that includes us all. The doors were open and 
they were completely perceived in the cathodic tube of the belly . The system 
reach the point in which its armony gets complex and swallows as oil, it 
creates perceptible awareness behaving as a virus. In that point there is a 
petit mort… The Day After my menstrual stream arrives 

After four years of really close experiences in every kind of rave parties this 
cyborg observes the video-consolle no more as an obedient extension of the 
organic body, but instead as the conductor, the medium for an other body, a 
body without organs. Not a copy, neither a methaphor for the flesh body, but 
something completely different that has got no model to stick to. It is 
autonomous and alive, it controls the flesh body as a code. 

The images doesn’t include its referent, video is not mimetic, it doesnt’ 
reproduce the so_called reality, not as a documentary, neither as fiction. 

(NTSC is connecting cables)
NTSC: “We grow up feeded by the Society of Simulation and our desire is to put 
our hands on the interpretative matrix and build waterfalls of possible 
meaning, recombining and assembling shattered cultural reflections so that 
meanings can shift and wander trough the grids of our culture. This electric 
body should be released from the identitary boundaries, we want to see its 
mutation in a transient space from dusk to dawn, that is the moment in which it 
can meet the dismembered and dispossessed flesh_body to reflect each other 
irriduciblities and abandon themselves to confusion, an aestethic of confusion, 
where none should be passive anymore. The video console, we have outlined and 
sent feeds for, is an interpretative matrix. We smear our dirty hands over it. 
We change the shape and configuration of bodies streaming through it. We 
observe and attend each mutation as an epiphany of blood and slime. The shapes, 
the lines of light melt together, the shift is an optical flux running through 
the cables from the sources to the video console. They crawl across the skin of 
the fingers that are tweaking the machine, nervous vibrations on magnetic 
supports, reflection gazes fixed in desert spaces. The interpretative matrix as 
a streaming database giving the observer the power to generate inferences and 
interferences into the residual screened reality we are fed daily. A bitter 
circuit in the lines of power.” 

The ultimate theories in the fields of media_critics and methaphysics of 
electronic Presence analyses the incarnation of postmodernism in the pop-
culture: the growing intrusion of television and new Technologies into our 
everyday life of utents or spectator bring to a process of exorcization of the 
human subject. Where once there was a stabil human consciusness now there are 
only the ghosts of out_of_center Fragmented and schizoprenic subjectivities, 
where once there were “meaning and history”, now there is an haunted landscape 
of vacant and shifting signifiers. The disruption of this realm of history make 
us happy dancing on the ruins of human subjectivity while our sight focuses on 
gorgeous espanding architectures that reminds of disembodied liberations and 
emancipated trascendences. Within this concept of Simulation we loose the 
metaphore of the map that recovers the territory 1:1. There is no more a real 
and its representation, there is no references for the image and the sign stand 
for itself, but what remain is the will of the simulator of nowadays to make al 
the realms fit in the map they are creating for their business and for our 
dispossation. The Lords Of gLobalization possess the ghost of simulation that 
hauntend our flesh body, a network of submission builded to let the capital be 
more and more fast and the body reduct to a subroutine of organs each one with 
his specific production features. We want to infect the simulacra with our 
flesh We have been walking on the razor edges of schizophreny following the 
cannibal impulse of the flesh_body which devours its own brain whith chemical. 
The aim is to resemble the electric ghost. At the same time we bring the 
electronic ghost with us to the party and we tickle it with the interpretative 
matrix to release it from the grid of electronic controls 

(NTSC walks under the screenal lights)
NTSC:”We have been plaing with our baby electric bodies, we still play with our 
possessed cavernous bodies. We have been playing with swarm of electricity, 
this are not our bodies until they are possesed by o body without organs which 
we do not recognize, they are dismembered flesh. We have been playing our game 
with our electric body to give them freedom, we have been playing in toxic 
puond and electric lakes, we create mutation shapes with our will, visual is 
one of our language, it is one of the occult language of our electric bodies, 
the electric body is trapped in the everyday information fluxesof 
unconsciusness in this world of simulation, this world of simulation that want 
to see everything and one to see it before…” 

In the rave party the EB through the disruption of codes and boundaries 
(illegal squatting, assumption of psicoactive substances) is no more entrapped 
in the grids of the Society of Control, the action is primarily symbolic: we 
are crossing the semantic field and we are out of the tracks, out of the map. 
In this realm, the EB that normally defines our identities and haunts us, 
cannot control us anymore because we are out from its doom, it now becames a 
free and fluid electric body. Emotions and instict leaded us and we have been 
carrying the EB into the rave to see it in collision with the flesh body and to 
see this collision giving birth to the monster. We are dispossessed of the self 
in the moment of the violent collision, the moment of the dance, we float fast 
on broken sound vibrations, simulation is reality, a suicide beat in the 
Society of Simulation where the flesh body struggle to became its electronic 
ghost in a never ending languishing methamorphosis and it is possessed by an 
abyssal void made of statics. The possessed body is half mutate and mutilate, 
it acts automatically, this automatism can change only if we became aware of 
our EB and then manipulate the monster for our own pleasure. The unaware 
possessed body eat itself to disappear and resemble as much as possible to its 
electric void; across this process the possessed body may became aware of 
itself. The assumption of psycoactive substances on one side is disruption of 
codes as the illegalò squatting, on the other side is cannibalism of the self. 
The flesh body wants to became its electric mirage, to be indefatigable as its 
electric mirage, to perceive everything as its esthatic mirage, to move 
disembodied in extratemporal spaces, to live death experiences: hot line with 
Jesus. 

Should be clear and evident that the self-cannibalism of the body do not come 
from, neither exaust itself into, the rave party, but in the rave party an 
activity that is common to all the citizen of the Society of Simulation finds 
its most radical, desperate and sincere expression, the beat is to reach the 
awareness of the shared process. 

(NTSC gulps down a coloured pieces of bark (?)and crawls toward you)
NTSC:”On the razor edges we can see 360 degree; years after years we have been 
dancing the ether bodies togheter with our bodily sweat: real splatter of guts 
blood, vomit, diharrea, menstrual flux, dust, ink toner in the pneumas, black 
gas on the skin, terminate o sovraexcited nervousus connection, dribble, 
dilatated eyes, secretion of substances from the brain, inhibited and 
stimulated cerebral mucosae, proteins, bodily fat, glutammato, neuroreceptors: 
cannibals of the skull we are not scared of what we are discovering, today we 
can see the flesh possessed body finally dispossessed, erotic, rewritable: its 
double, multiple co-relational shape is made of lost or circulating data. This 
shape made of data is swallowing the new body as a soft intelligence that 
doesn’t know it is ghost. [[br]] *we are dog in love with our rainbow vomit
We have been playing of Electric Bodies in the corrosive swarm of electric 
factories, facing horrorifing golem and uncotrolled waves of sense. The waves 
of sense was returning to us from the experiences in the streets as creations 
of connections, interception of visual_vision where you are the connector with 
this EB. The mother snake is invited to the happy banquet of Simulation to eat 
her own tail: let her eat her body, in its unrolling we see the folds of space. 

Across the long transition from dawn towards a new day and during the 
modification of the scene, some of us took cameras in their hands, release them 
from the video-consolle and started to float in the ghostly morning light of 
the industrial slaughter houses. This is a perfect brand new day to infect 
institutional television broadcast. We edit short videos and we recreate our 
crew from Techno Confederate Subersive Nucleos to Candida the household TV. 

The overcoming of ideological structures cannot take place trough the 
construction of new electronic monument. We need an imaginative intervention 
and a critical reflection happenings in an open and indefinite electronic 
moment. The opposition to the dominant cultural algoryms should be a matter of 
deep intensities, and subversives zones. Not only autonomous but mutants, Not 
only zones but outlaws viruses. 

(NTSC is still in the ex-slaughter house, outside is sunny between dusk and 
dawn)
NTSC:”I spent my sunday rubing myself on the concrete of an old ex-slaughter 
house in the perifery of Rome, it was beautiful, I was streching in the sun, 
great pleasure with broken glasses and thorn-bushes. During the long night an 
huge monster with an huge hand harmed my flesh, it took with it a little pieces 
of my skin. It was so big that it pushes people using only a finger, it was 
driven by someone and i was harmed by it because I tried to touch it… The city 
was contained in a box and I was open as a cow in the butcher house… 

(NTSC never leaves the space…)


BIBLIOGRAFIA: 
-Jean Baudrillard, Simulations, Semiotext(e), New York 
-Critical Art Ensemble, The Electronic Disturbance, Autonomedia, New York, 1994 
-Arthur Kroker, Michael A. Weinstein, Data Trash, the theory of the virtual 
class, St. Martin’s Press, New York, 1994
-Jeffrey Sconce, Haunted Media, Electronic Presence from Thelegraphy to 
Television, Duke University Press, US, 2000
-Ricardo Dominguez, Interview with the Krokers, ThingReviews, NYC, 1996 


SOME HISTORICAL NOTES 

.From the slide projector to the video_consolle
At the end of 1996 in Rome, Italy the group called AvANaBBS (Warnings to 
Sailors BBS) first roman telematic node, open and self-managed, and the group 
of people involved in the organization of the illegal-rave parties, gather 
togheter. AvANaBBS driven by the desire to explore new aestethic forms and to 
broing into the party its experience of simulation and the other driven by the 
research of new inputs in the creation of the rave event. We needed a new form 
of communication that could integrate with music, that could use our everyday 
language: words and vision. We felt the city haunted by this unknow mutant 
organism, imperceptible, visible only by the ones that like us were 
experiencing it from party to party. We wanted to reveal this subversion 
process through the use of new elements into the party: words, images and 
visuals as fragments of the empathy : We builded a clear speech that could be 
shared in the immersive happening of the experience. We gave to everyone 
recombinant words and images The 21 december 1996, the winter solstice, we gave 
birth to the fusion of the war-machine: a techno simulation for warriors-
dancers The firsts RetinAcustic experiences happen in a simple way, we use a 
slide projector, in the days before the party we prepare slides with 
exhortative and descriptive texts, the purpose is to create a situation of 
awareness and community .between all the partecipants of the party. We record 
sound tracks using texts togheter with the djs 

'Report 21.12.996 – Industrial Area Fiano Romano- 
This is an immediate response, 
after the passage of the wave, this response wasn’ t cecked by mutual 
confrontation, this response has been done in a decompression chamber 
The Story of the 21 has been really Astral 
Illegal Direct Action 
We work togheter on this topic, we share a sense, even if it is made of merely 
suggestions. This allows the flow of an unutterable power, a power that is 
determined by a sequence of shortcircuits.
Practice, action, struggle, creation of sense and sharing. 


It aids the fusion of a War Machine 
A War Machine 
BEWARE 
Fear circuits can be disactivated 
BEWARE 
Be ready to enter in resonance 
Nothing is casual 
EMERCENCY 
An army of lover is invincible 
VISIBLE TARGET 
DO A STRATEGICAL USE OF STUPEFYING SUBSTANCES 
BEWARE 
Identification of strategical target 
strategical TARGET number 1 
Abolition of work 
Nothing is real 
Strategical TARGET number 2 
LIBERATION OF TIME 
Everything is possible 
Strategic TARGET number 3 
All power to immagination 
Defuse fear circuits 
Gratis life 
To conquer happiness 
Here and now 
>From today this mission is possible 
ASTRAL DAY 21 DECEMBER 1996 
WINTER SOLSTICE 


The experience is exciting for everyone. The next months to improve the 
happening two of us developed a software called ShootConcept. This software 
allows the immediate projection of texts stored as music instruments: the 
effect is a collective flux of consciousness. We add a videoplayer, a 
videomixer, a camera; the machine becames more complex a we build the video-
consolle. 

end
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