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spacer spacer spacer spacer PLASTIQUE FANTASTIQUE RIBBON RITUAL

The 'Plastique Fantastique Ribbon Dance Ritual to call forth the Pre-Industrial Modern' was part of The Event in Birmingham in April 2007 (see also www.usethiskindofsky.com for more images of the ritual).

Plastique Fantastique Ribbon Dance featured Aryapala as ‘Plastique-Hare’, David Burrows as ‘Staabucks Metrosexual’/ ‘Ghawkin’, Simon O'Sullivan as ‘Fox-Owl’ Andrew Hunt as ‘Refusey Worky’, Alex Marzeta as ‘(Borromean) Knot-Head’, Cherry McCloughlin as ‘Clown-Sack-Head’, Vanessa Page as ‘Ribbon-Weave-Head’, Robyn Payne as ‘Glitter-Crow’, and Samudradaka as ‘Ribbon-Head’.

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Plastique Fantastique Ribbon Dance Ritual to call forth the Pre-Industrial Modern.

(At the beginning and end of each protocol the prayer bells must be rung. No one can start or move on from a performed protocol until the bell is rung. First protocol begins at the start of New Street and ends halfway, up at the traffic lights.)

'Plastique Fantastique Ribbon Dance Ritual to call forth the Pre-Industrial Modern. 1st protocol: Plastique Fantastique death walk to mourn the suffocation of the New in The Street of the New.'

(A sign is hung around the neck of the Staabucks Metrosexual, a ribbon is tied around the Staabucks Metrosexual’s neck and the mask is placed on the Staabucks Metrosexual’s head. Fox-Owl leads the Staabucks Metrosexual through the streets. Everyone slow marches towards the Gormley sculpture to the sound of a drum beat. Up to the traffic lights at New Street. After crossing at the traffic lights the prayer bells are rung.)

'2nd protocol: Plastique Fantastique ribbon call, breathing life into the New in The Street of the New.'

(Everyone walks to the Gormley in their own time, making noise with bells, whistles and tweeters. When all are assembled the prayer bells are rung.)

'3rd protocol: The reading of 'Plastique Fantastique Communiqu?: What is gen-ner-ration?', and the tying of the ribbons of un-gen-ner-ration.'

(When ribbons are tied tight around the Gormley to make a cock ring that will trap the blood to keep the Gormley hard and erect for the whole of the year to come, the prayer bells are rung. The sign around the neck of the Staabucks Metrosexual is turned over to reveal a text. Ribbon-Head passes Fox-Owl the speaking stone.)

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'4th protocol: Plastique Fantastique torch-lit procession through the streets of middle england to welcome the ungenerated.'

(The glow-sticks are broken, the group moves of breaking out into sporadic chants, walking towards the launch venue. Near the launch venue the chants become more insistent. The procession enters the launch venue. The prayer bells are rung)

'5th protocol: Plastique Fantastique purge the Staabucks Fukkee-MetroSexual'

The candles are lit. The incense is lit and wafted around the space. The Staabucks Fukkee mat is unrolled and the Staabucks Metrosexual is stood on the mat. Everyone makes noise as the mask is taken off the Staabucks Metrosexual. Straw and glitter is sprinkled over the head of Staabucks Metrosexual by all. The prayer bells are rung.)

'6th protocol: 'Plastique Fantastique Communiqu?: what is a Pre-Industrial Modern?'

(The sign is taken from around the Staabucks Metrosexual’s neck. The speech is made. After Fox-Owl says make the Ghawkin he will call for the Ghawkins body parts. (Cowl, Eyes, Skirt, Hat, Nose, Mouth, Cock, Cunt, Cloak.) The Ghawkin will be made. All say hello and welcome to the Ghawkin by making noise. The prayer bells are rung when the Ghawkin is finished')

'7th protocol: 'Eighth Plastique Fantastique Communiqu?: The Ghawkin demands a sacrifice: general public you do not exist, un-gen-ner-rate your-selves and gen-ner-rate new names for your-selves?'

(The Ghawkin will read out the 7th Communiqu?, after which the bell is rung, all fall down dead.)

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Sixth 'Plastique Fantastique Communique: We the ungenerated remain ungenerated- Do theyz owe uz a living, course they Ghawkin duz!’

What iz gen-ner-ration? What iz it to gen-ner-rate? For the Staabucks-Silverbacks-Super-Creatives and for the good Cheesy-Burghers of Middle England, it iz the make-king-image-king-magic-king of much mun-nee, but also never en-nuff mun-nee! And they will say their gen-ner-ration of mun-nee “makes all other things!” “All other thingz is you the logo-head, you the smooth-body, you the metro-sexual! This gen-ner-ration makes uz sick, we vomitz and spews out our gutz. Our headz spin like a mill stone on a windy Wednesday at all their lies. Cos we iz not gen-ner-rated by them and wez do not gen-ner-rate anything! Wez are not worth a rotting sheepz fartz. [All make farting noises.] Wez gen-ner-rate nothing but ourselves! But can theyz afford to ig-nore uz? I ask, duz they owe uz a living? [All: ‘Course they duz !’] I did not here you. Duz they owe uz a living? [All: ‘Course they Ghawkin duz !’] Yez, of course they Ghawkin duz!

Wez tiez the furst ribbon to mark our un-gen-ner-ration, our magic-king of ourselves by ourselves. Wez callz upon the beings of the past and those of the future, wez call upon all Ghawkins, to undo their gen-ner-rations.

What iz Re-gen-ner-ration? What iz the ‘Rrreeee’ of Re-gen-ner-ration? [All: What is it?] It is the magic-king cry of the para-site, the blood-suck-king-mun-nee-make-king-hum-man-king who haz no other aimz but to use what iz for their own gen-ner-rate-ting endz. Mark you well, theyz use youz and mez, so az to make-king their own image and re-all-lity. Their re-all-lity is our con-sense-us reality, a closed re-all-lity. And they makuz general, they makuz the general pube-er-lick of their con-sense-us reality. Our lifez is to enjoy theyz pube-er-lick benches and pube-er-lick monumentz and pube-er-lick pr?t-a-mangey. Iz the magic-king of Rrreee the gen-ner-ration of something out of something? No! They make nothing new. [Nothing!] Only the same. [All: Only the same!] For the Staabucks-Silverbacks-Super-Creatives and for the good Cheesy-Burghers of Middle England, the past iz nothing but the a war-rap-ping for their own I-mage. Wez un-gen-ner-rate and gen-ner-rate ourselves, wez never re-gen-ner-rate! Wez iz immortal! [All: We are all immortal!] But wez az re-cog-nised az a cowz pat! But can theyz afford to ig-nore uz? I ask, duz they owe uz a living? [All: ‘Course they duz !’] Duz they owe uz a living? [All: ‘Course they Ghawkin duz !’] Yez, of course they Ghawkin duz!

Wez tiez the secund ribbon to mark our un-gen-ner-ration, our forgetting of con-sense-sus-re-all-ity. By our magic-king of ourselves by ourselves. Wez callz upon the beings of the past and of the future, all the Ghawkins, to break the con-sense-sus-re-all-ity of re-gen-ner-ration.

We iz the un-gen-ur-rate-ted and wez are magic-kings too. Ban-ned frum the Roxy! Okay! Wez didn’t wuntz to play they’re anyway! The Ghawkins! Duz they owe uz a living? [All declare: ‘Course they duz ! Course they duz !’] Duz they owe uz a living? [All declare: ‘Course they Ghawkin duz !’] Course they Ghawkin duz!

We tiez the thurd ribbon as a call-ling forth of the Ghawkin in uz all. Tiez the ribbon! We know our re-all names! [All call out their name at once!] Now light the torch!

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What is a Pre-Industrial Modern? The Gawkin Must be Made!

What is a Pre-Industrial Modern? Well, well, well, well might you ask exactly just-such-a-question, for it is not as straight forward as it might at first appear (indeed, it is a very queer, a very wonky thing). For certainly – and this is our understanding [All: this is our understanding] - there are apparent so-called pre-industrial moderns that are little more than impostors, fakes, shadows of the Spectacle, more of the same...we are talking about those despicable commodities clothed in the new. We spit on them. [All spit.]

Yes, the cog-ni-zing of the pre-industrial modern is a mysterious Gawkin thing. But you will know it by these four signs:

1. It has nothing whatsoever to say about the what is. [All: nothing to say about the what is!]

2. It appears as if it is from the past, but a past un-actualised in the typical course of events as they – according to custom - progress (that is, history). [All: Yes that is History.]

3. There is no doubt that it is ‘of’ the future...but what future is this? Certainly, it is not that future projected by your ad-men and telly-visions. It is a future that arises from a certain restlessness...it is a ‘few-turze’ that operates at an oblique line to the so-called ‘present’. And if you think you know what we are saying – then you are very much mis-tarr-ken! [All: Very much mis-tarr-ken]

4. There is an outside, a depth, a beyond...that is so much further away than any of your so-called ‘outsides’. There you will see a certain stillness, coupled with the raging fire that all who have seen recognise as the burn-ee-ing of the what is (and as those who know know; it burns so very brightly!!). And then we will cry out, if indeed we feel it aprro-pee-ate [All: yes aprro-pee-ate]. We will cry out ‘Hurrah, at last, something different...!’ [All: At last, something different...!]

There are still more dangers. You might see the pre-industrial modern, but then, not understand what it is that you have seen (after all, as we have said MANY times before: there is NOTHING to understand!). [All: ‘There is not, nor has there ever been, anything to understand!’] You might understand, but fail to act accordingly (and by this, we do not mean ‘fidelity’. Oh no, fee-del-leetee is for those cummudified subjectivities that need a master, fee-de-leetee is for the mouse looking for the cheese, fee-del-leetee is for a Party - as they say – for the artistes (yes, my friends, for the avunts-gardenerists!) – as they say - looking for a life, for the scientists looking for A-life...etcetera, etcetera and ad infinitum). What is it to act accordingly? It is to name that thing that thing that thing that thing whose arrival announces the very actuality of the something very different indeed, that is to say the aforementioned thing that will be named, something very bes-parr-ken indeed...Oh yes, my friends and spectators, me pee-pol...we are at the RIGHT place, in the RIGHT time... [All: Yes, we are at the RIGHT place, in the RIGHT time...]

...and so, I say to you, lets get on with the business of the day, for without further to do to do to do: THE GAWKIN MUST BE MADE!

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Eighth 'Plastique Fantastique Communique: Message to the good people of Middle England, (the Ghawkin demands a sacrifice), general public, declare that you do not exist!

Ye pee-pull, you all live in cloud-di-cook-koo-land! And I will prove it! You are re-gen-ner-rate-ted. [All: Yes, regenerated.] Do you know what iz re-gen-ner-ration? It iz the any-ma-shun of the dead? [All: Dead!] You are dead matter walking, re-any-mate-ted, you are the living-dead! [All: Dead, dead.] Your namez are given to you at birth, they are not your re-all namez made by you. Theyz ugly namez and makez youz ugly in life! Youz iz ugly, twice and thrice ways! [All: Thrice Ugly!] And your car-rears are the most ugly of all uglies! You must un-gen-ner-rate yourselves, un-tie your-selves, for-get-your-namez! [All: Forget, forget] And give your-selvez a new name! Name the Ghawkin in your-selves! Gen-ner-rate a new name for your-selvez. [All: Name the Ghawkin!]

What iz gen-ner-ration? What iz it to gen-ner-rate? Do yuz know what the Staabucks-Silverbacks-Super-Creatives and the good Cheesy-Burghers of Middle England say of gen-ner-ration, thay say it iz the make-king-image-king-magic-king of much mun-nee-image, of big smile-lee pube-er-lick, but also never en-nuff mun-nee-image, of big hung-ger-ree pube-er-lick! And they will say their gen-ner-ration of mun-nee “makes all other things!” All other thingz meanz you! Does this gen-ner-ration makes youz sick and vomitz and spews out your gutz? [All: We vomit up our guts!] Duz it not make youz spitz with an-ger? [All spit.] Duz yourz headz spin like a mill stone on a windy Wednesday? Do not be gen-ner-rated by them and do not gen-ner-rate anything for them! Becomez worth not even a rotting sheepz fartz. Gen-ner-rate nothing but your-selvez! Then can theyz afford to ig-nore yuz? I ask, duz they owe yuz a living? [All: ‘Course they duz !’] I did not here you. Duz they owe yuz a living? [All: ‘Course they Ghawkin duz !’] Yez, of course they Ghawkin duz!

What iz Re-gen-ner-ration I ask youz? What iz the ‘Rrreeee’ of Re-gen-ner-ration? It is a magic-word of a magic-trick. The magic-king cry of the para-site, the blood-suck-king-mun-nee-make-king-hum-man-king who haz no other aimz but to use what iz for their own gen-ner-rate-ting endz. Mark you well, theyz use youz and mez, so az to make-king their own image and re-all-lity. Their re-all-lity is our con-sense-us reality, a closed re-all-lity. And they makuz general, they makuz the general pube-er-lick of their con-sense-us reality. Theyz duz it all for uz own good! So theyz seyz! The Ghawkin knows better. [All: Yes, the Ghawkin knows better!] Our lifez is not to enjoy theyz pube-er-lick benches and pube-er-lick artz and pube-er-lick pr?t-a-mangey. [All: Fuck their Public Benches and their Fucking Public Art.] Our lifez iz for making new namez for our-selves! But them, theyz makez nothing new. [All: Nothing!] Only the same, them-selvez. For the Staabucks-Silverbacks-Super-Creatives and for the good Cheesy-Burghers of Middle England, the past iz nothing but the war-rap-ping for their own eye-mage. What is it to Re-gen-ner-rate? It iz to die and not know it! [All: Die and not know it!] Do not die! Live! Un-gen-ner-rate and gen-ner-rate your-selves! Never re-gen-ner-rate! Ghawkin iz immortal! [All: The Ghawkin is immortal!] Become immortal! Az re-cog-nised az a cowz pat! We iz the un-gen-ur-rate-ted and wez are magic-kings too. [All: Banned frum the Roxy! Okay! Didn’t want to play they’re anyway!] Duz they owe uz a living? [All: Course they duz ! Course they duz !’] Duz they owe uz a living? [All: Course they Fucking duz !’] Course they Ghawkin duz! We know our re-all names! [All call out their name at once!] Do you all know your re-all namez? Wez leave youz now, we go to a better place. Wez shall not return!

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