Hidden on NASA Golden recordInterstellar archive of music, image and sound, recording of the poem by Charles Baudelaire, Liftwhich describes the astral entrance of the soul. Well, part of the poem. Both the release of the room on the album, and maybe edit “extensive sorrows and all irritations” of the second half, only the first two verses appear. Recarding in reality ends in the middle of the line, which causes an intriguing problem for the listener, because the thwarted rhyme pattern reveals that the song is incomplete. A poetically focused alien may be tempted to fill the gap. The more existing alien that took the module in postmodernism can feel the poetics of the fragment. A definitely practical alien, which believes that poetry is for losers, can read everything as a set of inconsistent navigation hints, consisting of loose preposition-au-dessus, au-dessus, a couple, a couple.
I am shamelessly piggyback in my own academic research here. But look, this is a point. Three verses are “RPG writing” based on a mesh, in which you assist poets in the end of poems, asking various gods to provide the end line. “You” is a shaded soul seeking height from Purgatory PS1-cut-up space, pixel streets with pixels tormented by metronomic trains, interiors consisting of soiled plates and motel doors. Not huge, but certainly gloomy and annoying. Oh, and the floating Maza Synthwave. And minigs with bubble green cats and massive bones. Your equipment consists of a pop -up organizer for accepting notes, with manually inscribed phrases. Entering is also how you cast spells during basic turn -based battles with creatures such as girgles blocking the door.
The poems themselves – all waiting for recombination, without a noticeable opportunity for improvisation or deviation – are not original for three verses. As in detail ITCH pagewhich includes the free version of the game, they are abolished from the pearled poems of Brion Gysin and TV Robert Ashley Perfect Perfect Lives: Opera, among others. As such a game is something like a restless archive that triangulats several engaging connections between different literary traditions, a cousin of the Golden Record, which again encourages the recipient to solve the gaps. Yesterday I played about 30 minutes of demonstration of itching and got stuck on a puzzle with sewage valves. I would like to play more, maybe after that Starts on Steam. Now it would be the most obvious and disgusting way to end this article. Ah, cour
