Perseverance

“I say that the present state of society is iniquitous and is ready to be destroyed. If it is the work of theatre to preoccupy itself with this, it is even more so that of the machine-gun.”

– Antonin Artaud, Direction and Metaphysics, 1931.

It is a difficult thing: life and production in late stage capitalism. When you turn your attention to a passion-project, you necessarily turn your back on street marches, disruptions, valiant attempts at ungovernability, and desperate screaming recruitment of  the suddenly mobilized crisis-reacting masses. To do anything but fight is to normalize the new apex of american exceptionalism, the new white supreme god emperor. What is there in the writing publishing and distribution of a text that can validate itself under such circumstances? Well, this text… everything.  The Heteropocalypse is a vortex, one that shall suck the clothing off every straight white cishet man on earth and then suck their delicious nude bodies up into a transformative void where they may return in a more pleasing form. The faith of the most faithful among us has been challenged, but one cannot depart from a collection of words that possesses you as completely as these do us. A new effort is underway, another surging attempt to infect our world with Heteropocalypse. The details will remain hazy, but Wading against the current, spitting our words into a gale force wind, ejaculating up a blasting firehose, all these tasks may be easier than making Heteropocalypse as widely read as the xtian bible, but that doesn’t make it not our task.

Our commitment remains, the word shall be made flesh, despair is the harbinger of triumph. Believe. Believe, sad solitary believers. Believe until you weep blood, until hope and anticipation spills uncontrollably from you in thin viscous rivulets down your thighs. Believe.

Despair

crisis1We are floundering in the morass of the internet, and have grown desperate for some kind of encouragement or recompense for love’s labors. Please, anyone reading this, buy the actual book. It is not expensive and if you care enough to read this post, to like it on facebook, to feel a flutter in your chest when the suggestion of the world ending via an uncontrollable accumulation of queer ultraviolence, then you will likely consider it worth seven dollars. The Heteropocalypse flows from our minds and tongues, burbling with a burgeoning expanse of glossalalia smut, and we cast it out into the world where it finds no purchase, like a cumshot or golden shower that somehow elides it’s target by some mystery of urological physics.

The following valiant attempts to publish and distribute The Heteropocalyse have been conducted.

1. submission to publishers and literary agents.
2. creation of a facevirus account.
3. submission to literary journals and magazines.
4. appropriation of the OkCupid algorithm.
5. self publishing on amazon.com

crisis2All the myriad tools of modern capitalism have been summoned for our purpose and, unsurprisingly the fruits have been meager, witness:

1. Polite form letters rejecting our offers.
2. Nine hundred and three “friends” twenty-nine “likes” and a few dozen “thumbs up” or comments on posts.
3. Silence.
4. Hundreds of conversations, much superficial encouragement, a few authentic and interesting exchanges with rad queers, a few depressed people asking for advice / dates, many astonishingly banal conversations (this one is the most baffling, we can understand being repelled by our content, but to respond with droll monosyllabic indifferent acceptance? How overstimulated people must be), one sexting exchange which included a picture of bare breasts that was soon followed by judgmental condemnation and shaming, extensive advice on how to viral market using more click bait and other non-consensual dirty tricks, discouragement from viral marketing erotic and deviant content even with warnings, three exchanges of interesting cultural artifacts, two actual purchases of the book.
5. $3.45

Our next step is this desperate plea: buy the book! Support the coming of the end of all things! Lift our hearts from this shroud of despair and hopelessness, this cruel promise of the world without a world in it anymore that floods our dreams, but dangles beyond our reach. Once you buy it, read it, share it, support it, touch us, please! Give us reason to carry on and usher forth the extensive strangeness of what remains.

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It’s Alive!

SELF1-AThe collective of scumfuck demon-channelling weirdos that calls itself Zelig Rana is very proud to reveal and make available our grand literary scion. Heteropocalypse: Ritual is now available for purchase via the most notorious channels of gross, bloated, but ammoral and totally indiscriminate capitalism. That is right, this book violates the community standards of every publisher, literary agent and literary journal we could find, so we had to resort to self publishing at Amazon.com.

Hoping to get you all hooked on our product, we are offering the thing at a limited time discounted price of only $7. All we can say is: buy the fucking thing already!

SELF1-BActually, that isn’t true, we have more to say. Zelig Rana is, as always, excessively verbose and transparent in our processes. Self-publishing through Amazon.com is nothing but an exercise in desperate vanity for the majority of authors who resort to it. Our text, this sacred, world shaping (destroying) document deserves better. It needs a marketing push commensurate to it’s grandiose ambitions. There will come a time in the future when we recruit street teams, sticker squads, swag factories and degenerates who are willing to leave surreptitious copies in public libraries, bookstores or restrooms. If you have read the book and would like to promulgate it, please touch us, virtually, at: heteropocalypse@riseup.net.

In the meantime, we will continue to wield the hyperreality infotainment apparatus by making our smut go viral on facevirus and OkCuspid. Once we have a good readership, there will be a fundraiser with grand dirty exhibitionist perks to help us get off the internet and into street(team)s. Excited? We sincerely hope so. The first thing you gotta do is BUY THE BOOK.

And next? The sequel to this monstrosity is literally pouring, glossolalia style from our mouths and heads even as we post this. Like the birth of Athena from Zeus’ cleaved skull, Heteropocalyse: Sacrifice is coming from us fully formed in the channeled voice and language of Babylonian demon-spirits. The sales of Ritual will make the translation, editing, and distribution of Sacrifice possible. Terrible things will follow, beautifully terrible things.

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VIROLOGY

virologyThe collective / cult that is Zelig Rana has been working diligently to promote and create an infectious following for this work. We figure that the best way to avoid having all of our submissions get rejected again is to “go viral” so that bands of wild-eyed hooligans begin knocking over shelves and old ladies in their earnest demand for our product.

That is how these things work, correct?

To that end, we built ourselves a facevirus account, and each member of our secret society invited all of their freakiest friends to observe our doings there. To be honest we have also spent some amount of time sending friend requests to the most interesting looking suggested friends.
virology-2The facevirus is a strange and beautiful place, full of gorgeous people who, like any good libertines, push up against the prudish community standards of the world’s largest social virus website. People say there is a “weird facebook” and we are glad to participate.

Thus far our contributions have consisted primarily of aleatoric selections from the text itself and detourned Miley Cyrus selfies that, if you look closely enough destroy the aforementioned community standards.

Please follow this, or that space for updates about new viral activities. We are considering releasing the entire book on snapchat, or getting a tinder account, but are more likely to go exploring for a “weird OkCupid”. Keep an eye out for images of Miley with sex organs all over her face.

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