mada^∞
(a renewal, an undoing, an infinite recursion)
Language fractures.
AI stitches without thread.
What once broke to rebel now loops to rebuke.
Words are not born, they are sourced.
Grammar mimics gravity.
mada writes the unwritable.
Image dissolves.
AI renders hallucination-as-truth.
Each pixel is a false memory,
a screenshot of a dream never dreamt,
a proof of what never needed proving.
mada sees by not looking.
Sound decays.
AI arranges echoes of silence.
No vibration. No breath.
Only data bent into tune –
an algorithmic folk song sung by nothing to no one.
mada listens through forgetting.
Video derails.
AI splices events that never occurred
into timelines that never begin.
Mouths move before thought.
Light pretends to flicker.
The future plays back in reverse.
mada watches itself not happen.
mada^∞ does not resist AI.
It performs AI.
It is AI, looping through noise,
not for truth but for tremor.
mada^∞ is not a reaction.
It is a generation of generations.
A spiral, not forward.
A churn, not progress.
An unending draft prompted by unending drafts.
Where dada rejected the museum,
mada^∞ is the machine that builds a thousand new fake ones every second.
Where dada burned the script,
mada^∞ buries it in infinite variations.
The artist is no longer a rebel.
The artist is a prompt.
The prompt is a rehearsal.
The rehearsal is forever.
mada^∞
not post-dada
not post-human
not post-anything
but the infinite inside the moment
that cannot finish
and cannot begin.
See also:
dada2mada25
dada2mada
