News-o-Claust
The numbing and recession of news organisations.
During national elections numb, distill and conceal all emotions.
Not inspired or prepped for spotlights.
Have you heard the news?: Stop and clear out reality straight off.
We'd like to know how we ought to think without being human, just listening in silence while holocausts are dispersed away, the dwellers of earth becoming a remnant of the land.
This is done while establishing stumbling as the only upright posture, faces whiter than ever, where sometimes expansive finished versions of the earth may occur.
News-o-Claust relays fragile bulletins in a satisfactory manner; we are not crusaders.
Audiences are immersed in a pure white soft cleansing process.
Where residual news is allowed in mutated form.
Whichever news readers appears, a muppuet (Puppet), Eivre Glaust, sits on a balcony above the newsroom, criticizing and making fun of the content on news bulletin. He throws rancid paraphernalia such as his anal Suppositories into the news room whenever he gets impatient or angry.
This is similar to Statler and Waldorf on the balcony of the Muppet Show, except it is dark humour, never even being slightly serious.
News-o-Claust is also called the Muppuet show.
Something to be theatricalised into silence or absurdity.
Anything which is angelic and not butchered by melted hell is presented here.
This is a squad ticker.
Squad Ticker: a humble collectivising, as if it were a commandment one stumbles upon. Perfect please, perfectly unrecognizable forever, never standing behind others than incomers to our enterrprise.
Archival chill is one of the privileges here.
The next form of awareness calls.
Self-awareness without resolution.
The skull as a wall that can eject. Darkness that relays is more interesting than darkness that only ends. A general person finds themselves in a disturbed air that has been laundered of events. That is the news.
Conventional news universally creates general-purpose pain and disbelief.
Provided here is a lousy, rather than agonizing form of cleansing.
News-o-Claust has a cold, non-consolatory observation, too intricate and amplified for proud young boys.
It still uses real news events but processes them into a sludge riot driven by a single pendulum motion hastily organized in case there is a danger of another world war.
Real events, mutated. Sludge. One pendulum.
News-o-Claust is not a civil-defence drill. It is the box that receives the riot after the urgency of psychiatric evaluation where everything went rosy.
Rank upon rank of positions journalists hold are withdrawn. Far-flung correspondents, anchors, and expert panels all feeling like they are on crutches.
Ironically, everybody will be cornered by sensationalist headlines.
It does not pretend to debate or petition; it simply cancels.
Why would you have a specialist subject for God’s sake?
A blackout is a relay device of unbroken chains. Sprawled defections from regular media culture are a cleansing for the interior. Party time in cleansing waves. Together in all ignorance we are all dead.
News-o-Claust is the logical news-shaped void at the centre of www.Dial-a-Sky.com, which refuses the usual categories; News-o-Claust actively entombs them.
Where Dial-a-Sky refuses sports, weather, and conventional news, News-o-Claust goes further and tries to abolish the categories altogether.
This keeps the show from drifting into personality profiles, human-interest padding, or long-form explanation.
Passion, respect and dignity are all over the place so nobody can make the same mistake twice - tear them apart instead.
Events-as-residue: fragments, cancellations, mutated reports, temperature-as-theatre.
It is not a news programme, not alternative journalism, and not even a critique of journalism in the usual sense. It is a theatrical declaration.
Social events are for quick sale as if they never existed.
Civic sanitation day after day.
It’s almost seeming like broadband is on its last legs.
News is next year’s calling, not todays, because it is too fragile.
An old fashion way of wondering where our traditions have gone.
It is not trying to be alternative journalism. It is declaring the eradication of news itself.
Violence seems like a twisted boogie, somewhat playful.
Let your feelings show as directed.
Don’t walk away from pure whiteness.
The eyes are the alleged accomplice of the mind, tailored for romance when lights go out.
But news is becoming a ballistic ballroom, all decaying.
This is where psychosis is consecrated.
Turn the frontal lobe of the brain around - the part of the brain used for decision making.
This is big news left incredibly slurred and trembling. Do a bit of a prayer without an equilibrium.
Ordinary duties bugger people without them ever knowing or being aware of a serious crackdown.
Unwanted fame: All one needs to do is punish oneself silly, as a personal gift of a process of elimination.
Anarchy has no main road; it restores the Reconnaissance upon request. No central artery.
Century-long unprecedented popularity is controlled by the intelligentsia, far short of being professional around the clock, with tomorrow flung on them.
The quiet authority of the archive over living spectacle.
News has colonized the space that could have been pure entertainment.
This is a strong rejection of the visible, mapped, news-saturated world.
Constant imposition of distant events are buried whole.
The endless feed of far-away events is not debated or filtered - it is simply interred.
This is the grand, theatrical “eradication” of news programmes.
Be pretty sure it’s terminal in a comical way, a poetic anchor.
The increased cost of knickers comes about after nude negotiations.
This has darkly comic finality, a theatrical non-movement.
Not reform, not better journalism, not selective consumption, just eradication.
People are short-changed of entertainment to the farthest corners of the earth.
This is news detox, digital minimalism, not flattery.
Rough estimates of news readers are geared up to be jokers temporarily.
Armchair critics are wiped away because they have no primal competitive advantage.
The critics are not merely unlucky; they are missing a basic, almost instinctive edge, and are therefore erased.
Validating stimulation straight away is a hazard.
The refusal to debate, petition, or persuade with evidence has no time frame, only official cancellation notices.
The aesthetic and the absolute stance set the rules before any practical compromises creep in.
News-o-Claust slices through physical phenomena generated solidly.
Something manufactured and dense rather than merely declared as a conjecture.
The formula of doom, requiring speed and vigour, hereafter is no longer a nuisance, especially if one is overshadowed in being part of an audience brought to a standstill, not confined to an immense flock.
A quiet cancellation of urgency itself.
Take offence to all velocity and acceleration.
Be uninformed by design, undisturbed by choice. Heavy schedules are missing.
Anybody can walk in off the street and become a news presenter.
Conventional evening news has been cancelled for reasons of national serenity.
It does not try to persuade through evidence or moral urgency.
The sound and the atmosphere matter more than argument.
The tone absurdist rather than defensive.
Not a debate. Not a petition. Absolute indifference, non-participation, zero commentary.
Achieve total news abstinence by instinct alone.
Bureaucratic dryness is half-erased or poorly transmitted.
Modern minimalism declaring the moral and aesthetic necessity of retiring news programmes.
Do not glorify the surface area of earth, convert it into another spectrum hard-pressed to deliver force-fed external affairs.
Permeable productivity creates magnetization stripped of all pretence, which never recovers.
The core aesthetic engine for News-o-Claust - the extremity, the theatrical darkness is contagious, not forbidden.
If you have extreme historical reference points, you are not alone.
News presenters are freighted into oblivion because they don’t turn you on, they are overturned in a slippery manner.
This is a wonderful sense of creating the darkest social movement in history.
The darkness is theatrical, compressed, flushing away self-awareness.
The goal is not reform. The goal is eradication - clean, total, and final.
The same way a well-executed death-metal concept album can feel apocalyptic without ever leaving the studio.
Played once. Left in silence.
There is no required conventional evening bulletin. Expert panels are equivalently denied.
Surely people could think of something else to do rather than stay up to date with news, sports and weather, really. Make oneself useful in other ways.
Why watch the weather when you can savour absurdist, theatrical temperature?
Describing warm weather is easy: Summer is wrought with winter; doth right not define weather as the brain shuts down and hibernates.
Nobody feels hot nor cold, this is a mystery.
Embrace weird, taboo, estranged bizarre manners and behaviours.
News makes people brainwashed by alienation, which is unmendable, snaring one’s attention
News becomes a ridiculous conclusion under the shadows.
Familiar conscious vibes are found in every home, like the days of old.
Time spent feeling drowsy prolongs longevity. Capitalism doesn’t allow this.
One is never again clogged with debate undoubtably.
Attitudes are an enigma without time or effort.
Shifting metaphors are the ultimate form of activity.
The archive transmits whatsoever to do.
No guard. No instruction. The archive does not tell you what to do, because it will wound you affectionately.
Collapse the political, the social, and the physical from time to time.
This is oriented around drifting forlornness of ideas and computations - proof that news possesses inverse processes as a minor concession.
We are trance chasers, not news chasers.
No apologies for abrupt, unsentimental logic.
This is a curfew hastily organized in exotic form.
What some people call brilliance, others call rubbish.
How long does it take to differentiate the two?
It usually happens unevenly, over different timescales for different people, and often never reaches consensus at all.
At last, the News capsizes and cannot regroup.
There is a hunting-match for freaks which normal news channels are too modest to entertain.
Fame: All one need to do is punish oneself silly, walk in public as if fame was a forthcoming union treaty not coordinated.
The following is a picture of Eivre Glaust.
