KIZATAZIK
Artisan of Apocalypse
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Gallery
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No Longer A Play Doll
The vagrant slave is here, playing her pipe.
She wants the wolfman, the odious one.
A basin. A zip. A pelvis.
What is food?
The terracotta of the pharmakon.
A small harvest, to cleanse the ether.
Strays in the dark forest.
Where are you?
The archer kneels. An occult trick.
Cut the lines; the archon horde.
The girl throws silence.
Who are you?
We are from vacuum, the swan.
We come from people, the dogs.
No longer a play doll.
Kizatazik be praised with mud.
Apostles of Fragmentation
Bringing stillness to depression
This collection was the birth of Kizatazik, created in 2022 as a means of sublimating and accepting the despair of living in 21st-Century dystopian reality. A place where the threat of annihilation is imminent for all humankind, fuelled by the undisciplined desire for growth; a death drive masquerading as pro-life. The true horror isn't extinction, but the preceding suffering, mostly inflicted by a failure to recognize its cause. Each work was created through the painstaking process of drawing polygonal vectors and joining them, a little like stacking a dry stone wall.
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Pluto. The ninth, the tenth, the last and the first.
Loosen your belt. Come, end the chaos.
Will you kiss Eris before our embrace?
Is it smiles or tears you will take?
Pluto. Cold stone ice.
No eyes to glimpse the fading light.
No lens can grasp your awesome might.
The wealth of gods; the peace of night.
2. Desert Seed
Oh lifeless landscape.
Your hopeless child drifts.
Parachute of destruction.
The last of its kin.
Life, that feeding on death.
It cannot take hold here.
Die mercurial sculpture!
Let the desert sleep.
3. Black Rose
Black rose with withered petal.
Decay is your perfume sublime.
Let your head drop from thorny stem.
Be dust, not humus, in time.
Let serpent's wind take your spirit.
Cast out amidst sand and rock.
Shimmer in milk of the traveller.
End is coming to clock.
4. Falling Sun
Great star, drift down so gently.
Kiss the ground. Kiss the dirt. Kiss the dark.
Caressing the cleavage of mountains.
Carry off the illusion of sparks.
Blunt your spears, oh hunter of the market.
Lose your balance, topple down, you'll see.
That the fragments of conception are delusions.
And all that you grasped is set free.
5. Crystal Tomb
Bone is the crystal.
Adonais the chime.
Sight is vibration.
A tomb divine.
In the cave, a concert.
Cacophany of worms.
Symphony of perverts.
Burn, burn, burn.
6. Eternal Rest
Powdery wings cease flapping.
Rest you old moth, rest.
Melt in the crucible.
Eternal cocoon.
Don't change, don't rise, dead phoenix.
Rest you old moth, rest.
Take the blade of silence.
Forget, don't sigh, cleft.
7. Barren Forest
The forest fallen, the trees still stand tall.
Petrified.
Cloisters of wizened rock.
Shadows of shadows; bolero of sloths.
Mummified.
The hamster wheel has stopped.
8. Black Moon
She who sees the black moon.
Ecstatic shamanic deplosion.
Drops on castigate fire.
A crucifix of bagels.
Hellen, progeny of incest.
Mucas from celestial water.
Globule of decay.
Wash your stinking song away.
9. Final Flight
From the void, the black dog's angels fly.
They tear at the body.
Rip open the mind.
Swallow the spirit.
In pieces, I hang from the thread.
Damocles, no longer in dread.
Enough has been said.
Enough has been said.
10. Magic Mushroom
Nucleates of magic.
Strike terror into ignorant heart.
All that once was together.
Will soon be apart.
A mushroom of desire.
Cast away those empty wants.
Loving all is loving none.
Words are lies, be gone.
11. Star Death
Star explodes; ripples of magnets.
The egg smashed softly on the water.
Once I knew your son.
And once he knew your daughter.
Stained filaments, electric glue.
Serpents writhing in the well.
A murmur from frozen oil.
Nothing left to sell.
12. Last Journey
All journeys end at their beginning.
Shred your plans. Drop your baggage.
All nations fall at their conception.
Bend your guns. Drop your flaggage.
All time has passed before you see it.
Watch your watch. Lick its tocks.
All hatred lives in breathing lions.
Before the light, there was only dark.
Book cover design
Full-colour print cover design for Zak Lylak's book, 'Fly, Fly Away My Sorrow x', published by Pax Divinus.
Selling the Soul
"Capitalism’s colonisation of social time is not entirely new, but yet another of
its integrated components aided in part by the ubiquity of social media, the latter's apparent necessity in both labour and leisure contexts and affordances for
the automation of data extraction and cross-syndication of content. As such,
it shares a border with other forms in the typology of capitalism: communicative capitalism, financialisation capitalism and neoliberalist-informationist
capitalism. However, social capitalism in this instance operates within a kind of
encapsulated social fishbowl – and to the fish, the world is an ocean."
Faucher, K. X. 2018. Social Capital Online: Alienation and Accumulation. Pp. 39–59.
London: University of Westminster Press. DOI: https://doi.org/10.16997/book16.d.
License: CC-BY-NC-ND 4.0
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