It's been snowing in Tbilisi for two days, which is a great rarity, so for the eternal Khrushchevkas that survived communism and continue to support people - I made this Georgian-language Tbilisian take with my own lyrics by my favorite band KINO and Viktor Tsoi --> youtu.be/M5IWx9VFus8?...

I heard that people met in real life through my anonymous "chat for humans". Even though the chat space is short, and any text that goes beyond the screen disappears forever, you exist only here and now - together with the people who are present at the same moment as you.

in the fields on the far eastern edge of Tbilisi

Started these sessions called: Subtropic Palimpsest we just drift through the city, enterthe place like partisans, play simple acoustic song and retreat. Here we went to a place I lived 2 y ago - Tetrikhevi Hydroelectric Power Plant Settlement, also visited unknown graveyard youtu.be/08H2zVA9Xd4?...

Another dreadful realization about coming back is this: some had erased me before I was even dead,& while I was fighting to live, they did things that would have passed only if I stayed gone. Now they realize, their own equations, that never considered my return - are false. Surprise.

in midst of world dying, screenplay post-deadline and coming final exams in university, decided to have fun and rewrite Episode II of TANAPHA as a cold technical documentation of NDE's bipolar visions masked as private investigation using method of negative theology 🤘🎶🕺🌴💀

New Year's eve at sad suburbs of Tbilisi - "Paris of Caucasus" 🥹🕯🎆🎄

Listening to Chicago drill as if it's 2014 🎶☠️

"he is defined by things, and is himself a thing, being a distinctly separate individual." - Bataille, Theory of Religion

I discovered that at certain moments, the categorical refusal to forget - and even the activation-remembering - of the experience of bottom, abyss, humiliation, and pain is what grows the spine of my new self, my soul, and even the sentences begin to write themselves differently.

"And then, essays and springs disappear from within us all. An action-driven cry and the wing-sowing. Do not reveal the purpose of the mountains."

Suffocation in Tbilisi: northern neighbors are at war,southern neighbors are at war, internal neighbors are hostile, deep inside, sharp political confrontation, deceived workers & population in stress. Why did I think that in a region where there has never been peace, I would saw it in my lifetime?

'Are there moments of eternity that can be fixed like notes of music are set down and fall into place via numbers? - and are these notes separate?' - Artaud, Heliogabalus: Or, The Crowned Anarchist ☆

This is like 150 pages of urban anthropology describing post-Soviet bitcoin-sunset architecture in Havlabar: ancient Armenian district, imaginative views of caged windows below the first floor and outdated paybox to buy Alpha-PVP connected to starlink, I can go so far with this..

I've got the All-Seeing Eye of God (უფლის ყოვლისმხედველი თვალი)—an Orthodox icon that reveals the alien inhumanity of holy darkness.

Drone shot of my 2024 work on the top of a Soviet-era building in the suburbs, and Tbilisi behind it. psychogeographical melancholy: instruction for sacred call. It says: თუ გსმენია სირენა ხომალდის - ქალაქში, სადაც არ არის ზღვა? Have you ever heard a ship’s siren - in a city where there is no sea?

Despite the pouring rain, this week is turning out to be legendary - when I’m not writing I’m re-reading Bataille’s Theory of Religion or designing existential chatbots.

“The writer feeds his book, he strengthens the parts of it which are weak, he protects it, but afterwards it is the book that grows, that designates its author’s tomb and defends it against the world’s clamour and for a while against oblivion.” (Proust, Time Regained)

Fyodorov's melancholic cosmic lament open.substack.com/pub/dillatex...

"an echo of those lost cities that border the sea; I feel this is a kind of phantom voice, emitting phantom pain." Translator, editor and literary scholar Keti Chartolani's review on my installation I HAVE SEEN A CITY tpa.fund/en/home/147-...

Khrushchyovka patriotism: because this architecture, both outside and inside, is almost identical like twins, no matter where you drop me in these 23 countries' 3000+ cities, deep in my heart I would feel at home. Architectural solace.

"illegal Kosmonavtika has to start with absolute, universal, albeit secret denial of officially recognized political and ontological realities. It will be the most massive and most silent strike against the existing historical situation;" - illegal Kosmonavtika Manifesto, 2008

Tbilisi (1918–1921) was the "Paris of the Caucasus"—a wild mix of Ashiks & Futurists, temporary autonomous zone. Zdanevich found Pirosmani, Kruchenykh wrote Zaum, Blue Horns tried to beef with Paris. The party over when the Red Army occupied the city & executed most artists. tinyurl.com/29j2mcvm

my best days are when I wake up and choose violence towards the language of my current text

There exists "a great psalm about the brotherhood of suffering between all living things", and I know a few lines of it. It's beautiful.

Who laid your cornerstone, when the morning stars sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy with Kalashnikovs in their hands?

We ate pharmacy for breakfast, leviathan for dinner == humanitarian aid.

When you bury your mother and become a cyborg.

class Void { public: Void() { std::cout << "// *ცისკიდური* unreachable"; } };

it says: თუ გსმენია სირენა ხომალდის - ქალაქში სადაც არ არის ზღვა? that trnaslates as: Have you ever heard a ship’s siren – in a city where there is no sea? #psychogeography

This could be more Kafkaesque and revealing than Kafka 💘💀📈

This how a friend classified TANAPHA: Poetry, Soviet Hauntology, Gnostic fatalism, Thanatopolitics and Necrofuturism.

Abraham Abulafia → Ecstatic Kabbalah: Language as the primary means/instrument of divine revelations. Moreover, the real name of god is in letters and language, and one can arrange the permutation of sequences or sentences that might reveal it.

"I imagine that my life—or, better yet, its aborting, the open wound that is my life—constitutes all by itself the refutation of Hegel's closed system." - Bataille in a letter to Kojeve This is a realest talk.💘💀

"Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance." 🎵💀

wrote an essay for Tbilisi Public Art Fund on poetic-political experiment led by artists in Tbilisi 100y ago when it was declared "The city of Poets" and "Paris of Caucasus" and how it fell overnight and why today's prosaic,consumerist Tbilisi needs to remember its poetic roots. tinyurl.com/29j2mcvm

There is quite interesting distinction between Western individualism and the Orthodox understanding of the person, where the first is separated from others, egoistic and rational, while the second is relational (actualized through relationships and communion), open and on the journey of Theosis.

Hello–Salam! I don't usually write short stories with a narrative, but last year I couldn't resist to write this piece about wild children, my friends, who stole electricity from a ship docked at the port and gifted it to our Khrushchyovkas. Translated by Ryan Sherman. indigo.com.ge/en/articles/...

Day by day, I'm morphing into a biblically accurate version of myself.

rejoice! 🥳💀💘

my text-based experience(video game) GRANELY is ready but stopped from realising because of what happens in the country, but I divided it into smaller parts, currently translatiing the first and might upload it to Steam soon. I'm in the process, doing 10ppl teamwork alone and it's a blessing.

as always: Turbo mode. goal[s] (as alwyas): do the Impossible. ...and somewhere along the way, as always, absolutely have no idea wtf am i doing

i feel so blessed seeing an extract from თანაფა published online at minor literature[s]. note for the future: here starts the first gradual trace of <turingtext> 💘💀☦️

finished 'infinite conversation' inspired by Blanchot and early cybernetics speculations à la Turing-Wiener. Where will personality-design-systems based on their literary texts and biographies go with continuous conversation? Database design, AI training, music by me. lang: GE www.polyphonictext.com

სალამ world. here, you can read: 03. Sorting of Butterflies, which is an extract from The Animosity of Distant Suns, Episode II of Tanapha (2024, Indigo publish,GE). much love @minorliteratures.bsky.social "Is it possible that text becomes aware of itself during its typing process?" <- 'turingtext'

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The sky after rain is the color: # 00008b, as inscribed in the ancient CSS manual from which they taught us at school this longing of web distances when you are alone with your blood: a dream sketched by the refusal of objects.

visited the line of khrushevkas of Tbilisi at city's edge where I planted my character in novel I'm writing. behind them is a fake sea, artificially created in 1950-ies, bc I'm from the real sea I can't tolerate this simulation, but I know it's the main key for Tbilisi's psychogeography reading.

"So let’s be difficult together, dearest, my little zvezdochka. This is what Massive is for ..." — @saintsoftness.bsky.social on @incastellated.bsky.social 's MASSIVE minorliteratures.com/2024/11/20/g...