Humans are vector, a direction pointed from its origin, the native temple which formed its psychic network, consolidated its beyond time ontology from the pre-exitence to creation. Humans are a self desire agaisnt the entropy, standing against nihil.

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To be human is to turn towards the ideal elsewhere by reducing the infinite variations of the entropic chaos which brings us back to the ground at each step and crushes us. To be human is to believe that we could fly, among a valley of despair, overwhelmed with tears, failures, victories, memorie that haunt the sleep.

 I SAW THEM DANCING ON THE OTHER SHORES, OVER THERE, WHERE THE ANCIENTS SLEEP, STRUCK DOWN BY THE GOD-EATERS.

Maybe that's what this ISSUE 01 is, a need from elsewhere that is looking for roots, a temple somewhere, sometimes just a ruin to be able to gather with fallen ancestors, over there. And it is in this temple that I can find them, those who look so much like me, those who already wore my face, my hands. I would like to tell them that everything is fine, that it is not serious, and that it is also that being human, going through suffering and death, joy and envy, desire and disgust, hatred to break their hands.
Writing a book is never really a choice. We do it because we have to. It's a priesthood, a task to which we attach ourselves for an ideal. To write a book is to record a voice that unfolds without one being able to understand its scope. The narator is part of the audience, in the first line, he is the one who will take the hits first, sometimes to protect those who are behind. Also he may hide things, to save unnecessary pain. This SMHRCH ISSUE 01 is still revealed today while it was finished several months ago. In fact, he's starting to talk, I hope you'll hear it.

A PALE SUN AWAKES.
For those who are born from the ashess of time, we learn the acceptance of destruction as a framework for survival with no escape but for an Other World. Edouard Beau is a passenger of Wars, he crossed the eyes of every storms, the river of the deads, he brought back a map to the interlines, where stand the winds, the crossroads. Yet echos of children playing in the lands that Inose Kou inhabits like a ghost more alive than the fools. Life is a storm, it tears everything in its path, it forges images stronger than time, it marks the flesh and separates the bodies. Memory of a passage, mirage of a presence, struggle and pain in the prison of the human condition, hunted by a serpent river that end in a wave mother. As told by Joan Aranrhod, the passenger is a long path, assigned to a war zone, at the limits of a border beyond which nothing is known . How to access to hapiness when humans suffers out of reason. How to write a positive romance when over there souls are crushed by? Theodor W. Adorno is worried, he had diagnosed the absence of consciousness that followed the death camps, still gaping and smoking. Yet we those who refuse this order of chaos are destined to build up the Eden Future, this elsewhere that we still have to figure out, to raise. Some already see it, some have been there, Jona Sees may already live there, elementary earth, the initial mud that gave birth to winds of a new dawn.

EDOUARD BEAU

The body is a divine biological architecture, an organization whose dimensions of expression remain to be understanded. And this is where our next evolution lies dormant. Understanding the puzzle of the mind, the psyche has been carried out by spin doctors, which have learned to exploit it. The obscure directions of post-punk fashion designers like Kei Kagami are not innocent, and this need to wear Noir is a mourning of the victims of cervitude, wearing Noir is a non-violent political act towards the mass-murderes. This downward spiral of society towards a collapse of moral values in favor of the market has been diagnosed since the 19th century by artists. This is what Rudolph Tegner has identified in his work, the reification of human, the mourning of the soul since the ancient periods when technology made human a slave. The body is the territory of modern servitude, the anthropocene of industrialists ravaging the splendors of the cosmos converted into mass production. This fall, a downward slope where bodies run aground, Damien Jalet magnifies it and tries to give them back their bare footsteps, and join the elementary matter, the one that will give us back our primordial nature.

Gathering, to form communities of being, where the risk of bruising is nil, where moods are shared in peace and contemplation, it is here that we must work, these are the spaces that we must raise. And it starts with a uniform, which need to be redefined. Dress outside/inside, redefine body language, what speaks before words. Faye & Erica Toogood work there from their homeland, out of time and space, but already in the future. A community of being is defined by shared words, a chosen common culture which is integrated into an architecture. The temple is an essential need to connect to our supernatural dimension, we need superhuman dimension to let our being expand. Antonin Raymond and Kenzo Tange are participating in this redefinition of the ecumenical temple, outside of divisive symbols, breeding ground for political conflicts. We are the children of the atom, Die AtomKinder, our generation refuses definitions imposed by the slavedrivers and their servile agents. We reintegrate the essence, we restore the force fields. Olivier Theyskens gives women back their place, that of an amazon, queen, and muse. Woman is more precious than all the diamonds in the universe, she is the Mater Dolorosa.

Civilization had offered various forms to fill our questions, despair and injustice that only could replace. Olivier Theyskens is a couturier who inhabits this dimension of being elevated and magnified. Woman is a divine being who remains as an uncertain and ideal presence. How to live together in a world that soon will inhabit to TERRAFORMED LAND, deserts in the infinite distances of the solar system. It is in this context where Science Fiction had warn the institutional leaders, who seem not to have listened to the wrods. What will be human being tomorrow, when communication will be devoid of human presence, what will be the joy, the sharing, will the body be the heart of an accepted solitude? VIOLAINE CAMBON questions our consciences with her 2009 Solaris collection, the human on the edge of the void, in search of a comforting sun. This is the whole function of science fiction, to evoke future perspectives, the dimensions available to us, and to prevent the worst scenarios. It was the work of MAURICE G. DANTEC, gone too soon in the helium turbines of a burning star station.

ISSUE 01 is one more step towards this world, a step which is associated with the changes in progress, the one which will open to other disasters, but also to new forms of being, and it only depends on us to give ourselves the means to free ourselves from the weight of servitude, of excess, friends srutotu to learn not to be afraid anymore, to stop being a wolf for man.

Printed on woodfree paper in Offset Highchroma printing quality, a technique developed by SMHRCH PUBLISHER, it is not free from defects, as it remains a process under construction. The deliberate choice of a deep matt illustrates one of the aspects that this future society will have to manifest, reducing the signs of seduction, reducing the fascination for what shines, contrast, and the cult of perfection.

CARLOTTA IKEDA / EDOUARD BEAU / INOSE KOU / THEODOR W. ADORNO / JONA SEES / KEI KAGAMI / RUDOLPH TEGNER / DAMIEN JALET / ERICA & FAYE TOOGOOD / ANTONIN RAYMOND AND KENZO TANGE / OLIVIER THEYSKENS / SMHRCH / VIOLAINE CAMBON / MAURICE G. DANTEC / LES MACHINES NOIRES / I . P . S . R . C . / H.R. GIGER

384 PAGES - 275 X 275 - HIGHCHROMA OFFSET PRINT - WOOD FREE PAPER
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By William J. Borrough, October 16th 2022 for LES CAHIERS BLEUS N° 86, p.23 / FALL-WINTER 2022.