9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9

This internet of ours has become a brand new medium of expression, and as such it has opened up all sorts of new spaces, new folds and crevices in our brains where art, as it will, slipped in and sprouted.  Perhaps my favorite example of this (beyond the bindle itself of course) is the ongoing saga of the Interface Series.  From what I can tell, it’s a science-fiction/horror story, being told in installments by someone calling him/her/itself 9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9, primarily as comments on reddit links.  A small subset of the geek underworld is going bananas over it, and rightfully so.

Without giving too much away, I’ll say it starts with the narrative history of flesh interfaces, a recounting of pseudo-historical events told by some large number of distinct and unreliable narrators, each a fully formed character, each easily identifiable by their own individually realized voice.  The existence of this story as an unfolding mystery in the mossy places of the internet is not what makes it special, though it certainly is genius advertising, and speculation certainly fuels the small but growing hysteria about it.  What makes this work special is not the artist, or artists, or whatever the back-story ultimately turns out to be.  In the end, what makes it special is the writing.

Holy shit, it’s so good.  So good.  I say this with the authority of someone who has read both his share and yours of bad writing.  It’s cerebral, and philosophical, and littered with symbolism and connective foreshadowing.  With an incredibly deft touch MHE wields the twin tools of voice and mind-melting creativity to coax the various disparate narrators and perspectives into slow focus as a single horrifying meta-story.

If this is just some shmoe off the internet, some lonely alcoholic basement-dweller and not an established author, then it’s someone who has been writing and failing and struggling and learning for a long time.  This is no first-try amateur, it’s the fully realized, written and re-written work of someone who has paid their dues and knows what they’re doing.  And what’s most exciting about it, is that it’s happening! This is a live thing, going on today, yesterday, tomorrow!  Every morning I check the user’s post history, and the subreddit that sprang up around it, to find the new narrative pieces.

Things are speeding up, story lines are coming together, and the whole horrible thing, this shambling meta-monster of creeping underground art, this work that began so innocuously as a few head-scratching non-sequitur ramblings about mass LSD dosing, flesh interfaces, and segmentation, is beginning to hit some sort of stride.  And the best part is it’s happening right now, it’s dynamic, and weird, and this sense of continuous syncopated growth gives it a buoyant vibrancy.  Well, that’s not true — the best part is the writing.  Holy shit, it’s so good.  So good.

So here, this is your invitation to a weird new thing that I’ve just spent five paragraphs trying and failing to explain as introduction.  Instead, I’ll do what I should have done from the start, which is simply hand you over to Mother Horse Eyes herself/himself/itself.  If you’re my sort of weird, and you enjoy it as much as I do, then consider this my gift to you.  For those who appreciate it, I see it truly as a gift, though I make no promises about your sleep tonight.  And if MHE isn’t your thing?  Well, then move along, you.

The slick lips of the magical space pussy beckon:

The Compiled Interface Narrative, begins at the beginning.  Start here.

/u/_9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES, the user/author/authors.  You’ll have to scroll way back to get to the first posts, but a good resource to stay current.

“I will always regard the first instance of a flesh interface to have occurred in Treblinka, 1944. The geologic disturbances, partial tunnels, so-called interdimensionality, and wealth of clearly segmented bodies leave no doubt of its existence. The Soviets have documented this.”

/u/_9MOTHER9HORSE9EYES9, post 6, 4/21/2016    

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  1. I listened through the whole thing, the narrative is just too complicated to be a creation of an amateur. There are at least 20 – 30 different deep philosophical and ethical problems adressed through the writings of Mother, not to mention real possible future dangers that lurk in the darkness, just waiting to jump on the blind human race.

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    1. It was really a magical ride, though I think the author buckled under the pressure of all the attention and couldn’t/didn’t know how to finish — he started breaking character(s) and posting as himself(?) towards the end. But I think he got a book deal? So that’s good, I guess, for him. I do wish he’d had the nuts to keep the cloak of mystery wrapped around the thing and seen it through, but I also understand, and don’t blame him. The strength was always the writing, and even without the sheen of mystique it remains an excellent journey — harrowing, inventive, potent as all hell. I’m glad you got to experience it. Telling people about MHE is one thing; having them actually read it seems to be, generally, a bridge too far. Obviously I think it’s worth the effort though, and it warms my heart that you did as well. There are dozens of us! Dozens!

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      1. I also thought he started breaking character mid story, but then he started to incorporate it back into the whole thing, that made me suspicious. The whole story is a multilayered, interconeinter narrative and it’s hard for me to say where the author beginnings and where he ends. All in all, I think that he or she is definitely in some way in correlation to the alcoholic character that experimented with lsd, that element creates the brilliance of the whole thing. Who knows if the lsd he took really made him see all the things that he wrote down. Maby he came in touch with some powerful archetypes within himself and expressed it the best he could.

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