THE HOLE OF THE INVERSE CIRCLE

PRESENTS

THE MANIFESTO OF

THE LIMINAL S/HEHOOD OF

IDLOGOSURGY

WE REJECT YOU.

We are the inverse of a movement, of all attempts at political, artistic or scientific movement. We are nothing to do with you. We are the light that shines through the pines at night. (Michael Fallson)¹We live in the in-between. The in verse. The inverse consists of nothing, is for nothing and is from nothing. Nothing is the starting point for all great works. Nothing is a great 'beginning' realm as there exists no pre-determined relation or programming which one can create from. Although creation from those contact points is effective, indeed necessary, it is when one creates “off the top of one's head”, “for no reason at all” or “wasn't thinking of anything” where we find most often that, like a jack-in-the-box the surprise is unwound.

This is tapping in to one’s subconscious through the act of self -observance and Will. We, of course, do not create from nothing, we can't, because whatever occurs is everything, and must be already existing of and because of us, but to the consciousness, in order to create, it all should pose as nothing. IDLOGOSURGY and The Inverse Circle is about nonsense and the prevalence of. Nothing is everything. Nothing is true. Nothing isn't and is permitted. Nothing is for and against. Nothing is right and wrong.

Nonsense is that which makes the most sense. Idlogosurgy concerns the all of nothing. It is the conjunction of that in-between, that which lies in between all that is in-between – that which only the individual and no one else can see, buried as it is amongst ones own infinite. It is universe's reflection in the mirror (as the macrocosm is the microcosm), revealing all that usually lies under the floorboards. It is the true reaction of true concern to

all your bollocks.

The In-Between.

Idlogosurgy is not about sitting on the fence, or ignoring issues that need addressing. In a social frame of decision we wish to stand for that of unchange. Unchange regarded as the inverse of change, the 'something' changed upside-down, from the nothing. Nothing is the abyss of change. We wouldn't be here, ready for unchange if not for there being a change in nothing or The Nothing. The Infinite. Our concern is this: we want to destroy all causes which think they can make a change. In the majority, protesting for change does not work. WE ARE THE IN-BETWEEN of token-caring and social protest. Sudden is where we see change is at, the nightmare of shock where looking back further into ones head the reaction and search combine with the fear borne of unfamiliarity, pain, confusion, and unrecognised known. Here lies the change that is as useful as that in your back pocket – you either really need it or you piss it off to get it out of your way.

We Idlogosurge.

We have no protest. We PROTEST EVERYTHING. We are the act of not acting by the conscious so that the unconscious may act suddenly, violently, hurriedly and informatively. We are the Idlogosurgers who sit and watch and listen. The Invisible Army.

We should be rebelling in the small ways instead of being paralysed in moral outrage and losing ourselves in social media.

We are the artists, poets and musicians who don't consciously react to anything but create from internal response

INFERNAL!RESPONSE!

In accordance with our individual Will. Acting through

LOVE

NOT

EGO

IS WHERE CHANGE IS AT.

We do not protest. Protest creates a lack of concern, the outrage gets diluted when

people get on their soapbox.

We are Magick – that which causes change in conformity to the Will. (Aleister Crowley)²

We are individuals working as a unit.

If we do not protest anything how do Idlogosurgers propose to ignite change?

WAR

Self based moral antics ruin true change. People protest, yet we still have Climate Change that has passed the tipping point while Australia's prime minister worships coal. We have Donald Trump reigning president over an idiocracy. Refugees in Manus Island. Greed for oil raping various countries resources and creating refugee situations. Governments pure refusal to spend money on alternative power sources. Monsanto. Big Pharma. Peak oil. Peak food. Rising sea levels. Aboriginal deaths in custody. Racial profiling and racist corporate prison systems in the USA. The great pacific garbage patch. Under 4000 tigers left in the world, yet a dentist can pay to hunt and kill one of the oldest male lions. The lackadaisical care of the great barrier reef. Unlocking national parks for development and razing old world forests. Countries forced into austerity while CEO's take home insane bonuses. Rampant over-population. Neo-imperialism. Neo-conservatism. Neo-liberalism. Resurgent nationalism and jingoism. Incessant and invasive advertising. Nanny states. Corporate globalisation and state dissolution. Entire countries hungry and without water when Kim Kardashian is a one-percenter. The fact that we have one-percenters. The fact that we have a third world. Unreal reality TV. Paramilitary police forces. The politics of fear mongering. THIS ALL STILL EXISTS DESPITE “PROTESTS”.

IT IS BLACK AND WHITE

– it's us against them, left vs right, top vs bottom, black vs white, christian vs muslim, - thoughtless moral outrage pulls us in every direction and the centre can no longer hold, so what are we left with? The in between. Out of the in between and the nothing we can make something new.

We reject all context, structure and narrative. We are the spaces in between where you think, between what and where you read. The space in between the 1 and the 0.

IN BETWEEN.

In between a place and candy is a narrow foot-path that shows more mounting than anything, so much really that a calling meaning a bolster measured a whole thing with that. A virgin a whole virgin is judged made and so between curves and outlines and real seasons and more out glasses and a perfectly unprecedented arrangement between old ladies and mild colds there is no satin wood shining.
Gertrude Stein³

Idlogosurgists are the space in between the lines of a painting, the angles of a sculpture, the space between the cars, we are in between the moment of an action potentially firing a neuron, in between the synapse accepting, in between atoms of light elements being crushed together to create a new star, in between the volumes of space where we find an electron, in between the ink hitting the page on a printer. We are the space between the atoms that crystal a lattice, in between the desire to desire.

Consciousness, reality and belief are all failure to comprehend truth.

IN THE UNIVERSE THERE ARE THINGS THAT ARE KNOWN AND THINGS THAT ARE UNKNOWN AND IN BETWEEN THERE ARE DOORS.

William Blake⁴

We are against complacency, normality, routine, conservative thought, lack of creativity, order, and are the invisible army that will murder all those who destroy with those acts of terrorism.

A POEM TO ILLUSTRATE

ENTRAPMENT

You've got time on your hands and it's dirty. Romancing a ladder of information with the card shack emblem on the back of your head, breathing is hard, relaxation impossible. Close the eyes and the white bright dips and twirls, twists and explodes like a champagne pixel polishing a sound. Over head, the chastisement increases, fighting action into neverworld returns, no sign to implement the enlightened one, the satisfied one, the now-ing one. Built commitment into treason what swallows is a trail of refused entry, mapping out old pathways of synapse rivalry. Erosion of commotion in the pages front, the time oiling all touch and stupefying judgement. The belief in a moment exteriorised by not clouding in, focus raging, no parallax for a juncture that wants. The same thought hinders recompense, a memoir of some arrogant whisper tears it all apart again. We will shift here in this weak redefine, even if it is only one sentence, a bleak common reek of equivalency and shortage of troops. In the space of organised hate different bodies will engage, a manifestation of aura opening up the ways of doors and this neural theatre's wings, holding all the might of destruction shall no longer gain further stage.

JOIN US TO MAKE TRUE CHANGE – THERE IS NO TIME LEFT

Nicolee Ferris z3371500

1Fallson M, Beastianity, “Root”, A Praise Dog Production, Australia 1999

2Crowley A, https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magick_(Thelema)

3Stein, G, https://www.bartleby.com/140/1.html

4Blake W, https://www.azquotes.com/author/1490-William_Blake