by Peter Macsovszky


The user of this code should not be inhibited by any of the proclaimed

collapses of consistent and practical thinking.

The user of this code has just reached a dangerous passage. One cannot

pass but only slip through. At a moment which the user of this code will

not even notice. After decoding, nothing will remain in its place, and he

who wants to return will need to be aware that familiar environments

have been absorbed by the change.

The user of this code agrees with the paradoxes served up to him by the

maker of the code. The maker of the code does not understand why he

should blindly apply this or that convention without knowing who began

its construction, when and with what intention. The maker of the code

does not understand why he was left out of the process of making this

or that convention and why he is required to adopt this convention.

The clamour of excluding tradition carries across the deserted fields

of intellect. Only one tradition can be adopted in an authentic way: the

subjective (private) one, arranged by the maker, user and interpreter of

the personal code.

The maker of the code does not understand the well-established

habits of trained monkeys. For the time being, he delights only in the

melancholic gestures of coroners. The epileptic syntax finally begins to

be passable.

The user of the code will not penetrate completely into the secrets of

the code he is just getting used to; he will stay on the surface, content

with tritely concrete decorations — the carnival whirl suffices as

a filling of duration.

The user of a different code identifies something else in this

fortification. Strangely arranged graphic characters: commas, full stops,

little perpendiculars, wavy lines, oval forms... In the area where the

concept of the mind is presumably to be found, surprising analogies are

unconsciously formed.

He will start to take any letter for a sign, an aestheticising stylisation of

acoustic discourse, lasting in our conception (and convention) of time.

Obviously, from the sum of analogies a code will come into being that

does not have anything in common with language or literature. And

likewise not with the adornments of this fortification.

Let the user of (almost whatever) code find his appropriate passage if

he actually knows what is meant by that. And let the coroner go back to

the examination of deceased trained monkeys.

© Peter Macsovszky, Trial Autopsy (Drewo a srd, 1997), translated by Marián Andričík