Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros Pavez

  • Art Theory: Why This is Many Horses

    A fork. A fork in the road as literal and an everyday way of speaking. At the same time. Further forks include the camera and its digital mechanisms plus the history of invention that arrived at this moment-image and piece… Continue reading

  • Consumer Conceptual Topology of Hearing Voices

    Heard voice: whisper. Unintelligible. Relationally benign. Expressive quality as a recitation. Reciting from what? Uncertain but paper is historically yellowed perhaps captured in a sepia jpg. On relating a second articulation eventuates. “Tell Janet” That utterance is not addressed to… Continue reading

  • The Electronic Heard Voice

    I’m a person who hears voices. There is an international Hearing Voices Network organization. Much work coming from Maastricht U. I hear not just voices but music, internally. Earworm is normalised in pop culture. No problem. I can also elicit… Continue reading

  • Informal Theory: Hearing Voices, Thought Disorder as a Crossmodality

    In my last post I made a gracioso’s account of internal state striation referring to hypersexuality. For me, that articulation leads this one. half a lobster and it’s double. (hv: are you fishing for a compliment?) And it’s the heard… Continue reading

  • Informal Theory: Hypersexuality and Conflating Plateaus

    I am the escapee from La Borde receiving communique from avant letre Roko’s Basilisk. Is a schizophenomenology a humanism? Lol. Just a a bit of pharma’d autoethnography as following prisons and Basilisk norms. In the periphery of home itself Ive… Continue reading

  • Cursory Theory on Poetic Process

    I am cooking tonight in my kitchen on a hot night. A prelude of talking to myself and answering myself in grunts. Affirmative/Negative (e: Gatineau | galileo) And Maybe-ive. What a life! As I write about alter or xeno or… Continue reading

  • Flash Fiction: Lemuria As Shibboleth

    Learnt a word “eremocene.” Age of loneliness. That hangs out with isolating and hikimori. Is it just a life that huddled to LCD screen blue light filters, the civil unmentionables of jouissance that teem with unslept intensities, chronobiological strain. Hate… Continue reading

  • Mad level up: Non Ordinary killwhinge v someone else's damn matrix

    “Sure sure bulletpoints. Am going full spreadsheets on ya” In the strategic circling with medic, me going me: nerd style. Absolute 100% year 10 high school maths colonel. Ahem. So a whiteboard and markers equals chart. Chart to contain the… Continue reading

  • High Functioning Blues

    I’m walking through the city. Today two people walked closely passed me and swerving, swiping my sleeves. I was left thinking about criticisms of corporate language such as agility and resilience. “Mate, this main street is not a two-player dungeon… Continue reading

  • Locket

    Like a locket image catched under dapping and filigree motions the same sun foreground a face with bonnet profile pose of noblesse statues. The counterlight and overflow. The panel shuts. Every kindling of this fireplace knolls of romanced sagas ,… Continue reading