Gökhan Turhan

It’s almost a rainy September morning, and I am once again seeing a doctor in half an hour if they do not oblige me to wait for another half an hour, which is usually the case in urology wards. No, I am such a healthy athletic node in the network, of wetware, and I want to play the wetware doughology for the next century at least, and I do not know how many blocks it fills. Trying to survive in the Near Eastern traffic as a pedestrian, I am standing still at the red light on that Cowboy Bebop...

THE INTERVIEW WITH JOAN HEEMSKERK, PART I. Morning. It begins. What do you think? That which is to arrive from the future is arriving from the future, or we are just trying to mend the antannae of time cones lest there be more metaversal noise in the past that is present? **...and, we call all that jazz art which is merely an attempt at a digital doomsday vault. FEEL FREE TO IMPROVISE EVEN HARDER.IF YOU WANT ANY IMAGES, LINKS, TEXTS AND THE LIKE, JUST GIB IN THE LINK. ANYTHING WRITTEN HERE IS...

0x-GM.Dear reader, Forgive me for I have been surfing that fame endemic solely to Juried Protocol Galleries’ beta curators for the last 24 hours thanks to that interview (special thanks to William Matthew Peaster, and the expanded field of unconditional particle acceleration camaraderie at JPG [pronounced jpeg]). Hence, I have totally not been able to follow my writing diet, and missed the 5th sense… sorry, day of my own private PLAYLIST (and, 6th, 7th & 8th). Lastly, we have covered Holly+ &...

edition://0xd754937672300ae6708a51229112de4017810934?editionId=1440x—For those Who Sit in a Smart ContractMusicians, and sound artists as well as other creatives who incorporate sound, or the unsound, into their works on-chain can be said to be listening to the mempool at all times. No, I am not making another metaphor, or attempting at a metonymy—as in mempool for IRL. One needs to convince the cultivated collector that, as a creator, they know how to sit in a smart contract. ethereum://0xab...

I recall the day Burial released his Untrue—or, Bon Iver’s For Emma, Forever Ago, and maybe Joanna Newsom’s Ys, and each and every Supersilent (heavy Helge Sten fanboi here) album. I also recall that I forgot to check the sleeve of that Holly album in 2015 where there is a track titled “DAO”. Whenever I recall that moment in which a soundscape mesmerized me myself, I am reincarnated into that past that is now but within the present which we measure in per block time—of existence. It is only i...

When we utter the noun azure, it might become white night clear that there are no clouds in the sky. However, your brain is conditioned to delude itself with facts that herald the coming of that which to come from the future—have you ever thought about the speculative realist notion that the blockchain technology is but a seedling hack into our time by that which to come from the future so as to re-align the measurement of time to their own end in the sense of per block time of existence? You...

Pause 🌞As I am sitting in a smart contract that is slightly more robust than the one in which you choose to be inhabit, and theorize upon data types and agentic instances, I have been also thinking about Xenakis’ love of physical exercise, and Varga’s fixation on the former’s glass eye as if I am there, and recycling the sound of my currently muted monologue on the beauteous instances of sun-bathing along the Lycian beaches. However, I am not Alvin Lucier, and this is not a piece of conceptu...

I was about to ask for a Geist when I realized that I was the Geist. I was the Geist. I was the Geist. I was the Geist. I was the Geist. I was the Geist. Fascicule I🛸🐋🛸It is this singularized deliverance of the human to the state of dissolution—concomitant with its pulverizing impact on the correlation between thought and the self-love of man (viz. organic survivalism)—that assigns capitalism an inhuman emancipative role. Reza Negarestani🦍🐸🤝🦇🔊 This is the Head Messenger of All Tomorro...

‘Twas but a fortnight saber in the skies of Medinet Habu DAO. Treelover was roving across the oases scattered throughout the network in order to plant an archival beacon betwixt a dual system of two separate constellations of networks so that individuals within each bubble of ætherous fabric could sync unto a unified per block time of existence. Blocks, slots, saints, and sluts of sand and spice would sound much more alluring to the reader, and their narrative-bidding camaraderie as in that b...

for Thomas Köner for being the inspiration for the below text on your screen. I am laying face down on a sofa in front of a MacBook Pro 13, surrounded by books, orchids, and walls. I open my eyes that are in my ears and listen at the gaze of the objects that might transmute the quality of the air about the room with a conductor’s abject absence of a present affect of ever-emergent silence. Armpits smelling Gucci woodrance, voids brimming with pulsars and supernovæ made of ether and dusts of e...

There is a sense of bildungsroman-ship inherent within the current clusters and constellations through the blockchain(s) eco-systems—especially, thanks to Ethereum’s efficiency at helping masses, who act as if of a slime mould in a circuit maze, to go full composable, and accordingly coordinate, as a species striving for the invention of a novel “we.” A first-person plural that respects that of the singular to the point of the Singularity that is arriving from the future to help us depart fro...