The Complete Numbers Cycle

by Gordon Massman

400 Pages, 7 x 10

Library of Congress Control Number:  2011921532

ISBN:  978-1-935520-44-3

Publication Date:  06/05/2011

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Cover Art:  Fear of Anaesthesia ©2009
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Gordon Massman's 0.174: The Complete Numbers Cycle is an intricate exposure of the self. In this 20 years' culmination of work, he has dared to make the invisible visible. Perhaps on some level a perverse project, 0.174 lays open in depth-confession, in laboratory precision Massman's innermost fantasies, obsessions, urges, and fears which might, he hopes, provide at least a splintered reflection into one's own humanity. In either case—whether private or universal—here opens an increasingly cathartic examination of Massman's particular psychology observed as acutely and honestly as he is capable. In so doing he has treated what mainstream society generally considers vulgar or unsavory, as valuable and often beautiful. It is his hope that some who attempt this book will agree that all human thought and feeling is worthy of song. Often satirical in tone, this book represents the nekyia, the down, inward going, of an epic tale that is life itself.

from the cover:

I am counterpart to the Visible Human Project, I froze my
psyche in a gelatin-water bath, laid it on a slab, sliced it
with the solid-beam technological blade along the axial
plane, re-stacked it with 0.174 mm gaps between, photo-
graphed in position each revealing strip producing a 40
gigabyte 3-D holographic sculpture of the psychological
machine: rages, urges, fantasies, addictions, compulsions,
fears, each strip pulls to strangle or kiss you, dear reader,
or to label you fool, approach cautiously in curator’s un-
forgiving shadow-less light this impregnable solid glass
cube, its images wound, here is the passageway to your
private, painstakingly thorough tomographic exhibit, step
through, walk forward, for nobody but you does it glitter.