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you must build the rocket // vin tanner

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊: 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖍𝖔𝖆𝖝. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖎𝖟𝖊𝖉. 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖘 𝖊𝖝𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖜𝖍𝖞 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖊𝖛𝖊 𝖚𝖘.


Below you will find a small archival selection I have recovered from a network of unknown terminals linked to the materials preserved within the [REDACTED]. Unfortunately some of these files have become corrupted in the process, but their unusual static can still provide an aesthetically fascinating experience. This small spread incorporates “An Excerpt from ‘A Vampyre’s Manuscript; Vol. III’“, the uncovered poem “annihilation beings“, “Schematic No. 39“, and a poetic recruitment collage by the Eukaryotic Spiritualists. [Eukaryotic organisms are the lifeforms to which the mushroom and fungi families belong].
Here is a snippet of the history between supporters of human evolution and the Catholic Church offers us a unique perspective on the concept of time. If these documents are to be believed, the Church invested into the creation of time and universalizing time standards in opposition to members of the population who have realized humans were meant to destroy the Sun. Centuries of battling ideologies show an aversion to the realization that the Earth itself is an orbital weapon which was once capable of collapsing the hydrogen of the Sun and containing the resulting singularity. However, it’s not my role to convince you of the truth of these files. I simply felt it
essential to submit my findings in relation to the abolition of time.

This collection is known as “you must build the rocket”.

“glitch 5”, 2020, digital art
schematic
Pseudo-scientists believe underdeveloped thermonuclear weapons would be capable
of initiating solar collapse. This greatly misunderstands the composition and
operation of the sun.
To adequately collapse ‘​ Sol​ ’ you must extract, eradicate, or neutralize the hydrogen
(roughly 76.1% of the sun’s makeup) and erect some form of antimatter containment
to prevent the black hole/supernova response from wiping out the solar system.
Very little is known about the weapon within the Earth’s core outside of vampiric
preserved documentation. Environmental collapse has rendered the weapon useless,
but some understanding of its intended function can be extrapolated.
We do not know who made the weapon or how, but we can assume from this
schematic it was a beam capable of collapsing the sun’s hydrogen and containing the
following response.
“schematic no. 39”, 2020, digital art
recruitment poetic collage
the measure of a person without regulation is every-nothing.
consider present-centuries of languages at the wayside of gone-here. when is
when-ever. the sun will be destroyed for telling lies.
the rocket will free us from forever and for-gone withers into one more promise
made that can be fulfilled eons now-later.
meaningless. and we rejoice in that! we cheer brave pilots saving life from limitation.
everything is here-there; gazing with safe black glass eyes into the shadow of the star
we must murder.
one lie for the always is a fair price.
in the always, nothing is missing and all moments have vanished. if you are lost at
our suggestion, then look away from the moon. she is reflecting the sun into your
face to spread its propaganda. we will save her too.
you must turn from the announcements. run into the welcome of the always, who
cannot reject you. no hidden passages in the always.
say goodbye to the delusion of tomorrow and the practice of yesterday. today does
not exist.do you fathom it? in the always no answer is unknown. we are always. it is that
simple.
requisite awaits in the watching of the eternal voyage. the rocket has already
succeeded and the sun died as soon as it was born. there is no-difference.
in always we build the rocket which launched before its conception. in the always we
remember the future exactly as it was. there is no future, because it is here-there and
now-later. this is the best way to describe it.
you are exhausted with solitude and isolation. always holds your salvation. we are
inevitable, and we have already happened-begun.
“glitch 1”, 2020, digital art
In order to abolish time, we must rid ourselves of '​ Sol​ '; the star we orbit. The
study and theoretics of time have based themselves around the description and
observation of the sun. This evolved from visual notation, the use of sundials, and
medieval measurements of passage, into the contemporary calendar. This obsession
with analemma and the celestial sphere have come to dictate the schedule and
arrangement of human functionality. The harshest truth of them all is the
connection between time and the Catholic Church and its fear of vampirism.
The Church has maintained an iron first on property ownership that rivals
the collective wealth of other sources we also dread. Much of the religion focuses on
analogies between light and dark that have filtered into other sects of Christianity.
However, no Protestant denomination holds the longevity or history Catholicism
has when you analyze the documentation of the battle against vampiric evolution.
The Church has always considered evolution a threat to its power and superiority,
but the vaults of the Vatican hold tomes that catalogue an ancient feud. The creation
of time as an aspect of religion was a weapon in combating Vampiric Doctrine. This
even accounts for their opposition to Galileo and heliocentrism.
The astronomer was never aware of the private struggle regarding the survival
of the sun, but his observation conceded Earth's orbital position as a solar threat.
The Sun itself was preventing the next stage in human society, which the globe was
meant to stop. The issue which plagues our routine-centered structure stems from a
dogma which has sept into the foundation of colonial nations. Environmental
destruction has rendered the mechanism within the Earth's core incapable of firing,
and so the annihilation of the sun must be carried out by manual space-faring
methods.
Immortal beings without the dictatorship of Sol will find that time is
meaningless when we have evolved into our destined life-death forms. Suspended
decay similar to the eukaryotic organisms of the fungi family is a necessary step in thedissolution of time-based hierarchies. Do not regard the symbiotic collaboration
between religion and science set against the eradication of past and present with
much thought. Our enemies simply seek to preserve their own domains.
Excerpt from; ‘A Vamprye’s Manuscript: Vol III.’
“An Excerpt from ‘A Vampyre’s Manuscript Vol. iii’”, 2020, digital art
annihilation beings
we must rid ourselves of
the study and theoretics
of the
contemporary calendar
obsession
come to dictate truth
property ownership focuses on
longevity
when considered a threat
to power and superiority
a weapon astronomer
preventing dogma
within
Earth’s core
annihilation beings
will find
when we decay
our enemies preserve a manuscript
“annihilation beings”, 2020, digital art
“glitch 2”, 2020, digital art
“you must build the rocket”, 2020, digital art
“animation 1”, 2020, digital art
“animation 2”, 2020, digital art

Vin Tanner is a writer, poet, and illustrator who specializes in the fusion of science fiction with other genres. They created and hosted “Poetry Jam; February 2020“, which resulted in 90 free and public chapbooks in varying forms from an amazing spread of under-published writers. You can find them on twitter @hologramvin, their available prints here, and learn about their ongoing projects via their patreon.

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December 30th, 2020 / 11:23 am

Dispatch from a Seattle Poetry Scene

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I’ve been here since mid-April and there’s plenty of poetry all over. Some of it I see in person and some of it I see on the internet. More about internet poetry stuff later, I hope.

The places I go to see poetry in person, so far, are Vermillion (a bar and gallery), Elliott Bay Books (most prominent independent bookstore), and Hugo House (a writer’s organization).

I came to Vermillion for a cozy late-afternoon reading. It was either a Wednesday or a Thursday. I entered through the long white gallery. The audience was small and old and very supportive. I sat in the back and listened while smiling. The commercial space is in a nightlife area, across from thrift store that is animorphing into ugly condos even as I sip the $4 tequila-soda, in a religiously-calm moment after the performance.  

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July 20th, 2017 / 12:21 pm

at school people say things

by Jordan Castro

at school people say things

i can feel myself turn inward

the escalation from ‘politely responding with terse expressions of acknowledgment’

to

‘feeling my face morph into something soft and wet while seconds turn to minutes turn to hours
turn to years and i am staring and nodding and smiling strangely and maybe saying “yeah” or
“uh huh” while internally moving at a speed of one hundred miles per hour and experiencing
feelings in a linear manner that go from anxiety to self-hatred to self- aware self-hatred to
sarcastic self-aware self-hatred to “what is going on” to “what…” to thoughts about myself in
terms of the current social situation to thoughts about myself in terms of some insanely large
context like forever to thoughts about myself in terms of myself to extreme feelings of
detachment to nothing while having already started to feel even more anxiety about the prospect
of tweeting said feeling, which is really many feelings, a poly-feeling, which may or may not be
explicable in 140 characters or less in a manner that is clear, enjoyable, and relatable’

happens quickly

my face feels numb and my mouth, i think, is open

someone smiles at me

i fall further into myself, screaming

from If I Really Wanted to Feel Happy I’d Feel Happy Already

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October 3rd, 2014 / 11:31 am

Reviews

“Cunny Poem Vol. 1” by Bunny Rogers

bunny poem

All men are cops

cuff me Im guilty

cuff me Im guilty

cuff me Im guilty

Cunny Poem Vol. 1 is an archive, a complete archive, of Bunny Rogers’ poems posted on her tumblr Cunny Poem. As an artist, Rogers’ work focuses on the multiplicity of meaning inherent in objects such as ribbon, blankets, flowers (see her interview with Harry Burke in the latest issue of Mousse Magazine). This sentiment can be felt as well in her newest project. We can look at the book as an object. It is comprehensive. The rose ribbon, speaks to the cover, speaks to the badges, speaks to the dried flowers, speaks to the words inside. Brigid Mason’s illustrations are as haunting as they are beautiful, a horse minus a hoof, a riveting world of eyes and postures. The book becomes multi-dimensional in an extraordinary way, leading us to question what the book can become.

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August 7th, 2014 / 3:00 pm

On Coke Poetry

The well-respected, finically solvent and totally fun-to-chill-with advertising agency Droga 5 created these outdoor ads for the Coca-Cola Company, which recently appeared on the streets of New York City. They have a poetic quality, seeming to evoke certain characters and a unique Manhattan headspace. Longer than most written ads, and with an obvious, weighted subtext, they speak in a slippery psedo-literary voice.

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March 12th, 2014 / 9:00 am

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25 Points: Kristen Stewart’s “My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole”

1. Plenty of celebrities have graced us with their beautiful words—Ally Sheedy’s Yesterday I Saw the Sun (Summit Books, 1991) teaches, “My insides slosh about like a nauseous ocean/It takes great gulps of air/Words from religious books/And Diet Cherry Coke to quiet the sound.” It is the wisdom of these cultural leaders—Jewel, Charlie Sheen, Suzanne Somers, Alicia Keys—and—James of House Franco, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals and the First Men, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Breaker of Chains, Mother of Dragons and Mhysa.

2. Tell me your viscera have never once plunged in an ocean of corn syrup, have never one transformed into Wiffle®.

3. You cannot.

4. One job of the writer is to introduce neologisms into an otherwise very boring world. Alien space bats. Webinar. Astroturfing. Wardrobe malfunction. Brangelina. Affluenza. Kismetly. We need strong literary leaders like Kristin Stewart to push the next evolution of poetics.

5. How far does the looking glass reflect? Joyelle McSweeney, in a similar intense study of Stewart’s linguistics, noticed this: “‘kismetly’ is also a kind of inverted mirror writing of her own name (the k, i, s, e, t, the w inverted to m,)!”6. Similarly observed—is “Marfa” not a reference to Dan Flavin’s untitled (Marfa project), 1996?

7. Is it also not a reference to Atlanta’s MARTA terminal—or rather—the struggles of language—how the word distorts with a mouthful of blood, bone…freedom. Is this not done in the tradition of the great picaresque novel? Marfa, Marfa, beautiful Marfa! How the words travel like a train down the digital page—digital as moonlight!

8. The all-too-prosperous poetry market is overcrowded with the same bland literary journals publishing the same poets over and over. We need venerable institutions like Marie Claire to spread the gospel. Poetry from J-14! Poetry from Cosmopolitan! Poetry from Martha Stewart Living! Poetry from Golf World! Poetry from Handguns Magazine!

9. The future is now. Step the fuck aside, Blah Blah Review.

10. Why is “neon” a word that is exclusively owned by Beatniks/wannabe-atniks?

11. Should not words be owned by those with the most money? Basketball players, actors, meteorologists, CEOs—are these not the people in our community who should own the word “neon”?

12. As the great mathematician Robert Smith (later incorrectly attributed to Benjamin Franklin) once stated—”all cats are grey”. If all cats are grey—therefore—all moonlight must be digital. All bones are capable of being sucked pretty. All organ pumps are abrasive—and therefore (by Smith’s deduction)—can be perforated.

13. It is in our nature to spray paint everything that is known to us—this is fact—but what of the things we do not know? We require philosophers such as Stewart to guide us.

14. Both mythologically and scientifically-verified—devils are never done digging. They have also been observed in their natural environment 1) challenging mortals to fiddling contests 2) challenging deities to turn stone into bread and 3) challenging poets to write the best damn poetry they can write.

15. Stewart also writes—and take note—”He’s speaking in tongues all along the pan handle.” The “pan” in this line is a reference to the devil in the previous line—pan = Pan, the flute-playing god of the wild, who was later transformed (through the same ‘religious books’ Sheedy cites in her manuscript) into the Baphomet-envisioned devil we all know and love today. Iconoclast!

16. Iconoclast. Baphomet. Celebrity. Poet. Poet. Celebrity. Devil. Vampire. Wiffle® ball.

17. Freedom.

18. Do you believe in freedom? Do you believe “celebrity” is a different brand from “poet”. Why do you believe this, when you wish your poetry brought you celebrity?

19. Who decides how the Venn diagram overlaps—Kristen Stewart or you? Did you star in the world-renowned Twilight film franchise?

20. If “My Heart Is A Wiffle Ball/Freedom Pole” had been written by a darling of the New York poetry scene or your favorite MFA professor-cum-shaman, would you not have come running in its swift defense? [see 23.]

21. Would you not have come running in a pair of Balenciaga sneakers and sheer Zuhair Murad gown screaming?

22. Can you afford those things? Are you comfortable? Are you a poet? Are you a celebrity?

23. If yes, it’s a good poem. If no, it’s a good poem.

24. In a Yahoo!Answers (India Division) post from 6 years ago, user “Brainz” defined the opposite of Freedom as “slavery, captivity, imprisonment, confinement, restraint, among others!!!”. If you are not for the Freedom Pole, if you are not for the independence of poetry, of Kristen Stewart’s uninhibited language, of the right of every man, woman and non-binary gender person to sip a Starbucks Venti Frappuccino® Blended Beverage while tapping away at a 15‑inch MacBook pro with Retina display—then you are the enemy. An enemy of freedom—of poetry—of the world.

25. As fellow celebrity, philosopher and poet Billy Corgan once mused, “The world is a vampire.” This is certainly something that should be familiar to you of all people.

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February 12th, 2014 / 5:56 pm

TWOCLOSEWORDS: HAUNTING / HUNTING

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(A scene from Les Maîtres Fous (The Mad Masters), a film by Jean Rouch)

Haunting –

My left eye is fucked. It isn’t the first time. I’ve mentioned its swollen episodes everywhere: in poems, on the phone.

Because I think it’s hysterical. Because I really can’t get over it.

LOLOLOLOL. A POET. WITH A SENSITIVE. EYEBALL. FUCK ALL THAT.

Lately, there are tiny, irritated dots that have been piling up in the corner. My roommate gives me clay and DMSO, which is HORSE LINIMENT. She dabs it on for me. The eye’s anger ebbs and flows.

I like that my own body keeps haunting me from this particular room, always from this left eye, trying to get me to deal with or acknowledge some part / stress deposit of myself that I’ve neglected / buried. Your own body interrupts you. It unexpectedly cuts you off. I feel more than slightly disembodied when I look at it in the mirror, when I touch it. Ghosts are red.

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October 13th, 2013 / 2:38 pm

I read THE MOON’S JAW by Rauan Klassnik and first felt pissed and then I read harder and now I can’t get the book out of my head. It’s out now.

“Sirk has said you can’t make films about something, you can only make films with something — with people, with light, with flowers, with mirrors, with blood, with all these crazy things that make it worthwhile.”

— Fassbinder

That’s how I feel with poetry.

“The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom; for we never know what is enough until we know what is more than enough.” –William Blake