Ádám Lovász - a wonderful mashup of critique and mysticism, deconstruction and speculative realism. It's like Dialectic of Enlightenment on bad acid and crammed with scientific research

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Márk Horváth and Ádám Lovász, The Isle of Lazaretto, Schism Press, 2016.


Books are there to amaze us: Márk Horváth and Ádám Lovász have certainly done that. I'm not sure I've read a more paranoiacally invigorating and inclusive text since Negarestani’s Cyclonopedia. This book is a wonderful mashup of critique and mysticism, deconstruction and speculative realism. It's like Dialectic of Enlightenment on bad acid and crammed with scientific research. The reach of scholarship in here amazes me: we’ve got OOO and Deleuze, but we also have Lyotard and Irigaray and Blanchot. This book is an invaluable polemic against the idea that breaking down the boundaries between things is always best. Global warming is doing an excellent job of reducing the “islands of ice” (the icebergs) to their oceanic environments. Is that good?– Timothy Morton

This book exhibits the beauty of a random encounter between a sewing machine and an umbrella on a dissection table; it is consistent with its self-inflicted predicament: the shadow of Maldoror haunts it like it should, no less, no more, lightly and deeply. At this particular juncture (passim), Mark Horvath and Adam Lovasz write: Immanence has become horrific, but this does not mean that we should seek and escape from the terror. (114). I endorse it like any poet would, in awe of its dramatic mastery over nihilism, . Junking Isidore-the-first, I offer: may it please heaven that the reader, emboldened, and become momentarily as fierce as what he reads, find without loss of bearing a wild and sudden way across the desolate swamps of these somber, poison-filled pages; for unless he brings to his reading a rigorous poetry and a tautness of mind equal at least to his wariness, the deadly emanations of this book will dissolve his soul as water does sugar. All we need to know is what is digesting the mummies (45) that, and injection of 5T increase aggression in crayfish (56), the rest only means that withdrawal has THE UPPER HAND in this battle (64). At some point during this glorious Saturday morning of my reading, entranced by its verb, I invoked Ah Pook the destroyer himself and shouted “on reparation do carbuncle, in it euphemism, and rendition my bootleg”. By the power of junk, may they be blessed. For them like me, for us then – “necronauts, modern lovers of debris, radio and jetstreams—there is only one option, to let things thing, to let matter matter, to let the orange orange and the flower flower… speak about the thing itself and not just ideas about the thing, of saying ‘jug, bridge, cigarette, oyster, fruitbat, windowsill, sponge’.” To my pleasure, they added: Menger sponge (73). Lazaretto Island, formerly known as Agios Dimitrios (after the military saint and martyr) before it became the name of a suburb, successively bearer of a monastery, a leprosarium, a military hospital, another, the same, leprosarium, a concentration camp, the headquarters of the Italian army, a small church, and a wall against which those condemned to death were shot, is the heraldic arms of its vortex, the Menger sponge of its past, present, and future. Given the chance, when all the souls of the drowned refugees, soldiers, prisoners, and other martyrs of history will find transitory shelter somewhere else, in the company of other illness-boxes set free of their miseries, a self-sufficient community of onanistic-sex-craving Gynoids will colonize it. The Isle of Lazaretto will be their breviary. – Isidore Sebastian

Ádám Lovász, The System of Absentology in Ontological Philosophy, Cambridge Scholars Publishing, 2016.
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This volume deals primarily with absentology, an ontological and social-scientific epistemological mode, dedicated to the analysis of absence. The book is drawn by manifestations of absence wherever they may be encountered. It deals with three terms, the shadow economy, corruption and pollution, while constructing a non-realist ontology predicated upon the emptiness of all predicates, as expounded by certain strands of Hindu and Buddhist philosophy. According to the absentological viewpoint, there is nothing outside, beyond, below or above relations. Relations exist on their own, enchained within an immense, infinite regress, opening and closing upon one another. Absentology is, by consequence of its nonattachment to phenomena, a form of social inquiry fundamentally alien to each and every social form, and it abandons any illusions about the possibility of an escape from the realm of relationality. This book will appeal to students and academics interested in ontological philosophy.

"Burning all it touches in the fires of omnipotent passivity from which nothing - not even the nothing itself - will ever escape, Adam Lovasz's System of Absentology is an apotheotic orgy of synthetic thought or 'philo-mutational analysis.' Ringing with alchemical newness and unborn anonymity, the voice of this text respires with the wayward fidelity and breathless conviction of a new Eriugena, writ(h)ing like a void-cold serpent in the love-infested, mystical white ash of philosophy and religion. We the inexistent joyfully stamp it with a hyper-Petrine, inverted papal imprimatur, repeating words that the Periphyseon, some three centuries after its composition, sucked from the mouth of Honorius III: totus scatens vermibus haereticae pravitatis - wholly swarming with worms of heretical perversity." - Nicola Masciandaro

"The Hidden God plays hide and seek. Can one capture the net-weaver with words? This Trickster god is a tricky god, whose shapes shift and whose faces vanish when one tries to define them. Adam Lovasz has dedicated most of his heart, and much of his work, attempting to evoke the unsayable with words of rare beauty and passion. One cannot define this Hidden God, who created all definitions with invisible escapes. But if he or she or it or they cannot be defined, they can be surrounded and seen, sometimes darkly, but sometimes as bright as a butterfly. Adam Lovasz has drawn those shapes and faces the Hidden God channels, and has taken the clearest photographs of ghosts that I have seen for a long, long time. This is a gorgeous and disconcerting book." - David Tibet
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Ádám Lovász, Tracing the Inoperative: Outlines of a Non-Oriented-Ontology, 2015.

This book seeks to introduce a new philosophical concept: Non-Oriented-Ontology. Our lives are pervaded by a sense of absence. This new discipline of philosophy seeks to make the presence of absence truly tangible through a variety of examples. From Bible-burning Zimbabwean Christians to junk DNA, misbehaving prep boys to black holes, 'Tracing the Inoperative' paints a complex picture of the various absences that surround us, and attempts in the process to construct a mode of interpretation that would be adequate to fully grasping the sheer amount of absence we find ourselves surrounded with, while also striving to transmit an understanding of events that makes us capable of embracing these many and diverse forms of emptiness. In the final instance, the best way to fill absence is to accept the invitation of the black hole and enter into its realm, a world that resembles our own in more ways than one...

//What would our message be? What is the goal of the discourse we intend to present to the reader? Our discourse contains the explication of what we call Non-Oriented-Ontology (N.O.O.), a concept of philosophy hitherto unknown, at least in this verbiage. We denote as „non-oriented” anything that pertains to an immanent negativity, any event, be it a singularity or a process, that leads to an increase in entropy, leading, ultimately, to an apotheosis that explicates the givenness of Emptiness. „Ontology” entails anything observable, for we limit ourselves to interpretation of events and processes that are, in some manner, empirically observable and measurable to anthropomorphic actants (“scientists”). Otherwise, this work would degenerate into idle speculation. Although we are not opposed to speculation, and find nothing wrong with engaging in philosophical free-thinking from time to time, we feel it is nevertheless important to stress that this work only incorporates that which may be observed in some way by perception. Nevertheless, the postulation of a vista in no way limits perception to what is merely human. The interactions of objects play a very important role in this discourse. In summary, the non-oriented is the horizon of warming; a warming that is, as will become apparent, that is far more general than what is commonly known as „global warming”. From a methodological standpoint, we would utilize an intensive science, a scientific discourse that is, in spite of its discipline, crazy and, through its craziness, open to speculation. (DeLanda 2002) Intensive science is, in our use of the term, a „crazy wisdom” akin to the concept as outlined by Chögyam Trungpa. (Trungpa 2001) Crazy wisdom would denote a knowledge that seeks to go beyond all boundaries, while nevertheless not degenerating into complete insanity. It is wisdom, but an unbound, limitless wisdom, a discourse that does not restrict itself, without thereby compromising its own disciplinedness. It is right concentration, achieved through an intensification of preexisting conceptualizations and experimentations. Crazy wisdom is the density of appreciation, the intensification of a knowledge pertaining to givenness. Through utilization of these two concepts, intensive science and crazy wisdom, we hope to arrive at knowledge and acceptance of the given. – Introduction, Tracing the Inoperative //

“All things are alike in their difference, all of the same abyssal signature. As such, our own book cannot hope for any unique ontological status. All is emptiness. Nevertheless, at this juncture, how would we nevertheless recommend it to the reader? How should Tracing the Inoperative be bisected, dissected, or…? Every language partakes of the night, a night where there are no living witnesses or strata. Those layers of interpretation, those games of signification that do flitter around the void are principles of non-encoding, always already decoded fragments, materials that testify to the impossibility of any systematic, purified rendition. Our discourse, one that may be termed „absentological”, is an interdisciplinary exercise in nonstandard hybrid thought. Of the materials contained within, not one equates to anything more than what one might call a system of nonactions addressed to our own death, and the world’s foreclosure. We cannot, indeed, should not, attempt to reverse the absence and aggressively force it to yield its secrets. Nevertheless, in spite of this unequivocal injunction, Tracing the Inoperative nevertheless has a lot to say about epistemological and ontological issues. It is an attempt at hybrid thought, an experiment that should not be interpreted merely as a symptom of cosmic death and erasure. Yes, those too are valid ontological conditions, given in their sheer poverty. But in the book there is at stake an alternative mode of epistemology, a chaotic way of knowledge and awareness. Energy strata, once lifted, come into contact with a zone with no witnesses, a zone open to the pure immanence of proliferation and restoration. One who reads this book shall be able to visualize, through a range of meditations, systematic de-codings of each and every similarity. Behind every similarity, there is difference. And lurking behind difference is similarity. The concrete examples (and of these, there are many among the pages of our dark tract) have all been selected with one imperative in mind: namely, awareness of emptiness. For instance, when we opt to include the voices of Bible-burning Zimbabwean Christian iconoclasts, our reason for doing so is to help the reader envision a mode of belief founded upon self-exhaustion. Where all phenomena have dissipated themselves, there can be no instantiations that deviate from pure and empty Chaos. When we speak of equating each and every individual object with leaky black holes, in the manner of Graham Harman, we ourselves are exhausted in the heat of this absentological gesture. And how would „restoration” fit into the picture? Exhaustion may only occur when the end is absent, far distant from the place of our work. When a great distance separates the hollowed out One (the One-Zero) from its self-realization, each and every action comes to be viewed as futile. The black sun of universal futility cannot be escaped; death, a fiery flux already burning our cells and membranes, at varying speeds, is already in operation, even as we write these introductory statements. Death is a system of soups, a liquidity that contains mysterious connections. Tracing the Inoperative is, above all else, an attempt to delineate inoperative connections, forms of hollow communication. If there exist connections between things, autonomous webs of data, it could very well be that these bridges are the sole existents. Indeed, such is the meaning of emptiness: relations are the only true existents, relationalities with neither substance nor essence. Instead of a mesmerizing, albeit hypocrite re-encoding, our discursive strategy is a mode of unfolding raw data, treating each and every phenomenon as irreducible. We do not seek to reduce A to B, but rather, to enlighten perception and allow the integration of multiple connectivities into scientific discourse. Absentology and Non-Oriented-Ontology are fundamentally intensive sciences, accentuations of scientific data that exhaust themselves in the process of identification, independently of whatever raw material is being processed. Such an operativity, the unworking we seek to „write”, to render legible, is an inoperative transgression, a sacrilege so impotent that it unwinds itself into the night. No other presences are identified, in the final instance, the final heartbeat, apart from the immense black night, the night from where God is absent and all the stars are dead. Immanence is deferred, permanently; without reserve, without holding anything back, immanence has hurled itself into impossibility. We must follow immanence down into the reintegration of proliferation within the cosmic Womb/Tomb. It is our sincere hope that the reader shall find this book to be of help in following the traces of absent objects into that unknown kingdom.”  – Adam Lovasz

Ádám Lovász, The Nudity of Absence: (To the Idol Worshippers), Smashwords Edition, 2015. 

Colorful in every sense of the word, The Nudity of Absence is, above all else, a work of speculative ontology. Drawing on scientific discoveries and metaphysical truths, the essays contained in this book attempt to delineate the contours of the current vacuity, emptiness and senseless negativity of the world we presently live in, while resisting the all too common imperative in most of philosophy that would force us to limit negation. Negativity is, by its very nature, limitless. The ambition of the author at this juncture, is to progressively debunk, so to speak, positive thinking through the exposition of an empirically-grounded negative ontology, a theory of being that contains nothing, for it limits itself to description of things as they are, of the very emptiness of all that is.


Ádám Lovász, Refutation: ...or A Playful Attempt at a Dialogue Containing Various Discourses and their Deconstructions, iAuthor, 2014.  

Dear Reader,
In this book, you shall find everything from Chaos to sea snakes and much more. This is a book for free spirits, people willing to put their prejudices aside and embrace a new approach to human affairs, a recipe for a happy life that is actually older than it seems. It is a thesis of mine that all of us must choose between living as the majority does, that is, in continous self-doubt, or adopting a new solution to life's problems. The old way I chose to call Refutation, whereas the alternative solution I chose to call Oblivion. A riotous, at times even outrageous exercise in philosophy and fiction, this is a book that pushes genre limits to their breaking point. While its content may appear to be obscure, at times even random or paradoxical, it was written with a clear purpose in mind. As to what it's purpose is, I would very much like you, Dear Reader, to decide for yourself.

I am the light at the end of the tunnel. I am the water in a puddle, a torch burning in the wilderness. The words emanating from my hands are the beginning and ending, from start to finish. My writing may seem hastily-contrived, at times it even appears to be the very epitome of madness. And yes, there is madness among my lines. But the very best writing is born in the frenzied heat of insanity. Therefore, though I cannot vouch for the sanity of my work, what I can guarantee is that the books born from my pen, so to speak, are at least as richly-endowed as my mind is, if "richness" is the right term for what goes on inside of my head. In order to better direct prospective readers and better inform them of what lies in store for them, should they decide to open one of my writings, I would like to list those thinker who have influenced me most profoundly. I owe an intellectual debt to, among others, Buddha, Plato, Meister Eckhart and Friedrich Nietzsche. When the passion for knowledge burst forth from me like a stream in the summer of 2011 and I set forth on the path of spiritual realization, a path that has led me to what I believe to be Oblivion, these were the thinkers I held in my hands. Or did they hold me, this reborn soul, in theirs? Who knows? This is a mystery only the seers can have knowledge of. However, in the course of my literary development, the events and experiences of my life have shaped me even more profoundly than any readings. Very often, one encounters peculiarly familiar themes in one's readings, for the truth is common to all those with the openness to feel it. It is my firm conviction that reality must be felt, rather than known. This sums up my worldview fairly adequately.

(Im)potentiality by Adam Lovasz