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For several years now I’ve been polishing my General Theory of Interactive Determinants, which pretentious as it sounds, pretty accurately describes the way contemporary fiction (not only literary but also television, cinema, “social” media, MSM news, soi-disant political analysis and so on) bleeds into and shapes what these days passes for reality. I was brooding on this subject when I came across the following paragraph in Iain Banks’ The State of the Art (page 110): (The good ship Arbitrary to Diziet Sma on some of its reasons -and the other Minds’, presumably- for not contacting Earth) ‘...there would be technical difficulties, given the volatility of the situation. They’re on a cusp; a highly heterogeneous but highly connected -and stressedly connected civilization. I’m not sure that one approach could encompass the needs of their different systems. The particular stage of communication they’re at, combining rapidity and selectivity, usually with something added to the signal and almost always with something missed our, means that what passes for truth often has to travel at the speed of failing memories, changing attitudes and new generations. Even when this form of handicap is recognized all they ever try to do, as a rule, is codify it, manipulate it, tidy it up. Their attempts to filter become part of the noise, and they seem unable to bring any more thought to bear on the matter than that which leads them to try and simplify what can only be understood by coming to terms with its complexity. So I thought I’d use my own condensed version of this as the text for the little creature's lament in this here doodle, as it expresses neatly and concisely what I’ve been saying all these years. Stay groovy, clear-headed and fight the Disneyland Construct!

Rumbeta de l'entropia. Per mi, per tu, per als meus, per als nostres, per als de casa i els de fora de casa. Per el Peret i per l'Espriu. Per tots els pobres malaurats que no tenen res, literalment, ni tan sols una terra on caure morts i que acaben morint ofegats al Mediterrani perquè els que si tenen un país no els volen a casa, capficats com estan dissenyant nous canals per desviar el patrimoni comú a llurs butxaques eternament famèliques, o embrancats en elucubracions fútils i bizantines sobre el futur improbable de fronteres imaginàries mentre el país s'en va a la merda. Per als malastrucs desheretats, per als escanyats, per als tristos i per qui plora per ells. En una platja llevantina qualsevol, en una nit sense gens d'importància, l'Àziz de cals Egipcis, que és molt bon músic i millor amfitrió, ha organitzat un gaudeamus satíric, una mena de xirigota autòctona d'estar per casa, per presentar al respectable la seva darrera parida, la Rumbeta de l'Entropia. Les Santes Llagostes Il•luminades estan tan encisades amb l'espectacle que han fet la dansa ritual per fer baixar la lluna. I àdhuc la pruna, fixeu-vos! Les Llagostes Xiquetes, que són totes de Calella i Palafrugell, com les havaneres, ballen la rumbeta com si ballessin la conga perquè si, perquè són molt seves. La Daina Hipercrítica, amiga de tota la vida del Aziz, no podria estar més d'acord amb I’mpecable i concís anàlisi del seu compadrito sobre la situació regional. Les famoses partícules subatòmiques Smith i Jones, que no es perden una festa ni per casualitat, ponderen el valor intoxicant del Valdepeñas, que irriga la juerga a dojo com un bé de Bumba baixat del cel. Els Shoggoths fan guàrdia, que no se sap mai... Si poseu molta atenció, podreu fins i tot sentir l'oloret de l'escalivada que es cou a poc a poc fora de la imatge. I l'única "estelada" que veureu aquí, és la Via Làctia, que cobreix un cel tan negre i tan lluent com els ulls d'un cavall en un poema de Lorca. Now, put this lot through Google Translate and have a giggle. Or, alternatively, learn Catalan. :-)

For don Esteban Bucknell, because I kind of promised According to Google Translate specula means, amongst the more obvious things, watchtower. That’ll do me. Meet yet another relative of the MadGirl-who-stands-before-tanks-and-dies-young. This one is likely to last a little longer…if she’s very careful how she opens her fridge. Offer her a wee dram now and again, along with your requests, and if she deems your requests righteously groovy she’ll see what she can do.