Anatomy of a Young Girl as a Black Hole
2024
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Anatomy dissects a unified whole into distinct parts, offering a particular perspective, which then becomes the prevailing viewpoint. From which she lays and he stands, her legs spread, his anus tucked out of sight. Anatomy is an "ontological machine” that “reaches towards human aspirations” (Bataille).
A Young Girl can be divided into 6 parts: her singularity, her accretion disk, her event horizon, her photon sphere, her relativistic jets, her innermost stable orbit.
Part 1. Singularity
At the core of a Young Girl, all matter and energy collapses into a region of infinite density called a singularity. All matter that falls into a Young Girl's orbit ends up here: Stars, gas, light, ships, cemeteries, prisons, carnivals, opulent dinners, rape jokes, bath time, pop music, birth control, oil refineries, radio waves, weight loss, shopping malls, aquariums, stadiums, churches, sacred hymns, old growth, sewage containers, medical refuse, cities, suburbs, towns where indigenous people go missing, concealed carry, flesh lights, doll houses, senior living communities, incomplete archives, celebrated men, fraternities, statistics, massage parlours, student debt, national debt, tent cities, game shows, holocausts, genocides, Mcmansions, lotteries, assisted suicide for the poor, human rights, mineral rights, miracles, bridges, pyramids, aquaducts, observatories, slave ships, geo location, orange groves, aviaries, mosques, temples, alley ways, casinos… Anything that falls in her direction is inexorably pulled inward. About 60% of this material is doomed to cross the event horizon.
“For all of a young girl’s nothingness, each of her movements carries the weight of the entire social order” (Preliminary Materials for a Theory of the Young Girl, Tiqquin).
Part 2: The Accretion Disk
A disk of gas and dust ranging up to 10 million degrees whirls around a Young Girl, rotating at tremendous speeds, producing electromagnetic radiation, including x-rays, optical, infa-red, and radio waves, that reveal the Young Girl's location.
She is always in a process of destruction and becoming. She defies representation. In conjunction with satellites, countless lenses across the earth’s surface composite multiple viewpoints into a single wishful image. Yet like a diary thrown into flames, only the flare of the gas, dust, and debris of the matter swirling around her silhouette can be photographed. We see only the trembling outline of the space that extinguishes light.
A Young Girl is the threshold between life and oblivion, and she knows it!
Part 3: Relativistic Jets
When a Young Girl feeds, almost half of the meal produces jets of particles and radiation that blast out in two poles perpendicular to her accretion disk at near light speed.
Her hunger is incalculable. She wants the whole world inside of her. What she doesn’t swallow she gives back, her splendid excrement spilling out from both ends, thousands of light years into space. The stadiums and churches evacuate, their chants echo throughout the galaxy, alongside fantastic gardens, all rotten and poisonous apples, addicts, child workers, migrants, ancestors, enemies, caregivers, post men, beautiful people, righteous people, false prophets, choir boys, the oceans, and skies–all disgorged from her maw. Out comes Jonah, out comes the whale, out comes all the world’s wealth, disappointment, sorrow, and grief; hurled outwards across the vast expanse as radiant waves and unrecognizable atoms.
A young girl acknowledges no propriety, etiquette, or sense of the law. She is the gutter and the drainpipe of the universe. Her mouth utters no divine absolution or judicial decree. A young girl cannot be a judge, she is more like a sneeze, or like the moment you fall asleep, or an unexpected sharp slap to the face. We know something of the young girl in the brief moments we lose ourselves, are dunked into timelessness, and forget all of our illusions of self and significance.
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She leads you to the place where glass shatters, ceilings collapse, the lights go out, the dog barks until the silence begins to moan. Here, where the kidneys fail, the eyes itch, tear, and cloud over, the breath slows and hunger recedes, fluid enters the lungs, the heart shudders, the skin turns blue, the blood pools, and the nurses warn you the time has come.
She leaves the hospital, drives home, unlocks the door, approaches the mirror, and with the help of the old woman inside her, looks into her mouth and sees the whole universe.
Then, the old woman braids the young girl’s hair so that she may use it as a rope to lower or hang herself with, should she ever be locked in a tower.
Infinity is a mathematical concept that represents unbounded growth. Philosophically speaking this is about potential rather than actual infinity. In this way, a young girl illustrates the limitations of human knowledge or the limits of our ability to calculate or describe. We stare at her slack jawed, sharpening our tools, our machinery, our lenses, and she meets our gaze, unaffected. She is an unfathomable expansion. She is all beginnings and all endings, breathing in and breathing out.
Written in response to Tiqqun's Primary Materials for a Theory of a Young Girl
Read at "Speculative Fiction" Ehrlich Steinberg
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2024
EXCERPTS
[...]
Anatomy dissects a unified whole into distinct parts, offering a particular perspective, which then becomes the prevailing viewpoint. From which she lays and he stands, her legs spread, his anus tucked out of sight. Anatomy is an "ontological machine” that “reaches towards human aspirations” (Bataille).
A Young Girl can be divided into 6 parts: her singularity, her accretion disk, her event horizon, her photon sphere, her relativistic jets, her innermost stable orbit.
Part 1. Singularity
At the core of a Young Girl, all matter and energy collapses into a region of infinite density called a singularity. All matter that falls into a Young Girl's orbit ends up here: Stars, gas, light, ships, cemeteries, prisons, carnivals, opulent dinners, rape jokes, bath time, pop music, birth control, oil refineries, radio waves, weight loss, shopping malls, aquariums, stadiums, churches, sacred hymns, old growth, sewage containers, medical refuse, cities, suburbs, towns where indigenous people go missing, concealed carry, flesh lights, doll houses, senior living communities, incomplete archives, celebrated men, fraternities, statistics, massage parlours, student debt, national debt, tent cities, game shows, holocausts, genocides, Mcmansions, lotteries, assisted suicide for the poor, human rights, mineral rights, miracles, bridges, pyramids, aquaducts, observatories, slave ships, geo location, orange groves, aviaries, mosques, temples, alley ways, casinos… Anything that falls in her direction is inexorably pulled inward. About 60% of this material is doomed to cross the event horizon.
“For all of a young girl’s nothingness, each of her movements carries the weight of the entire social order” (Preliminary Materials for a Theory of the Young Girl, Tiqquin).
Part 2: The Accretion Disk
A disk of gas and dust ranging up to 10 million degrees whirls around a Young Girl, rotating at tremendous speeds, producing electromagnetic radiation, including x-rays, optical, infa-red, and radio waves, that reveal the Young Girl's location.
She is always in a process of destruction and becoming. She defies representation. In conjunction with satellites, countless lenses across the earth’s surface composite multiple viewpoints into a single wishful image. Yet like a diary thrown into flames, only the flare of the gas, dust, and debris of the matter swirling around her silhouette can be photographed. We see only the trembling outline of the space that extinguishes light.
A Young Girl is the threshold between life and oblivion, and she knows it!
Part 3: Relativistic Jets
When a Young Girl feeds, almost half of the meal produces jets of particles and radiation that blast out in two poles perpendicular to her accretion disk at near light speed.
Her hunger is incalculable. She wants the whole world inside of her. What she doesn’t swallow she gives back, her splendid excrement spilling out from both ends, thousands of light years into space. The stadiums and churches evacuate, their chants echo throughout the galaxy, alongside fantastic gardens, all rotten and poisonous apples, addicts, child workers, migrants, ancestors, enemies, caregivers, post men, beautiful people, righteous people, false prophets, choir boys, the oceans, and skies–all disgorged from her maw. Out comes Jonah, out comes the whale, out comes all the world’s wealth, disappointment, sorrow, and grief; hurled outwards across the vast expanse as radiant waves and unrecognizable atoms.
A young girl acknowledges no propriety, etiquette, or sense of the law. She is the gutter and the drainpipe of the universe. Her mouth utters no divine absolution or judicial decree. A young girl cannot be a judge, she is more like a sneeze, or like the moment you fall asleep, or an unexpected sharp slap to the face. We know something of the young girl in the brief moments we lose ourselves, are dunked into timelessness, and forget all of our illusions of self and significance.
[...]
She leads you to the place where glass shatters, ceilings collapse, the lights go out, the dog barks until the silence begins to moan. Here, where the kidneys fail, the eyes itch, tear, and cloud over, the breath slows and hunger recedes, fluid enters the lungs, the heart shudders, the skin turns blue, the blood pools, and the nurses warn you the time has come.
She leaves the hospital, drives home, unlocks the door, approaches the mirror, and with the help of the old woman inside her, looks into her mouth and sees the whole universe.
Then, the old woman braids the young girl’s hair so that she may use it as a rope to lower or hang herself with, should she ever be locked in a tower.
Infinity is a mathematical concept that represents unbounded growth. Philosophically speaking this is about potential rather than actual infinity. In this way, a young girl illustrates the limitations of human knowledge or the limits of our ability to calculate or describe. We stare at her slack jawed, sharpening our tools, our machinery, our lenses, and she meets our gaze, unaffected. She is an unfathomable expansion. She is all beginnings and all endings, breathing in and breathing out.
Written in response to Tiqqun's Primary Materials for a Theory of a Young Girl
Read at "Speculative Fiction" Ehrlich Steinberg
back