Cicerone's Journeys: Six

Cicerone thinks in frames and edits, loops and intervals, layers and masks. He cuts, splices and mixes the elements that coalesce in compounds of precipitated meaning. He's a mix doctor, which doctors the patient unravelling of narrative threads that were woven in webs and networks by spiders from mars. It's a war of the worlds, a war of the words that tell you what to think and who to buy or sell. If you are branded or stranded on a terminal beach by an ocean of indeterminacy, let Cicerone be your principle buoy, your guide aboard a starcraft that will warpdrive you to the Holy Woods beyond that land of nodding affirmation where opinions cluster around a totemic pole of dissociation; the meaning of the interval; a kind of dissonance.