The Second Crystalpunk Manifesto

Crystalpunk is the big push of the dilettanti, a simpleton stampede, a coxcomb carnival, a platitude-peddling potlatch, a romantic cargo cult, a mountebank excursion into the VIP rooms of knowledge, a solidification of the ignoramus's tantrum, a wild farrago of those who run before they can walk to discover how non-trivial things become, an ABD of being Free from the NOW. Crystalpunk is a self-invented movement for self-education that is reaching for the high ground, from the antechambers of happy amateurism below ground, remaining completely oblivious to the middle ground. We are the jaywalkers of terra incognita! We are here to give a new name to the Anarcho-Homunculi Jezebels who make something out of nothing. Crystalpunk is a rallying cry for people to start making all sorts of weird things from mind and matter. Things that are slightly out of kilter. Things that need a Crystalpunk to appreciate their delights. Things that are radical but which hurt no one. Things that are big physically (even though that is often the easy way out) or things that are big mentally. Things, in any case, that are mnemogenic in one way or another. Things that slip past the filters of consciousness and stick in the memory like a boot in the mud. Things that confabulate into perfect shapes and synthesize unities from patterns previously distinct. Crystalpunk is the alter ego of a head struggling to find meaning, a meandering, discursive search into all the Gracelands of Uncertainty that are dotted across the globe, incubating a thousand questions that all demand the Great Work of Crystalpunk. With the true joy of the lunatic, giggling dangerously like the mad fucks we are, we bum rush the show of the professional, we whiten the map of knowledge with black paint. We might be crap, but at least it's a kind of crap you won't find anywhere else.

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