“The game is essentially an abstract synthesis of all arts and sciences. It proceeds by players making deep connections between seemingly unrelated topics.”
Welcome to mine!
This website will showcase a multi-disciplines long-term work by Huijserius, as the first public part of a new form of art; a Glass Bead Game or Glasperlenspiel.
Herman Hesse's final novel, "The Glass Bead Game," depicts an intellectual utopia set in the fictional European province of Castalia. As a sixth estate, a monastic order separate from the state; a future Uppsala where the university and knowledge are at the center but a 'game,' over time evolved into a profound mental game and synthesis of all arts and sciences of all time, is seen as the highest form of art.
The book, published in 1943, you can read for yourself and is a beautiful work, but the game, the game which is Castalia's pinnacle, intellectuals' Walpurgis Night and the highest expression of an individual's knowledge, wisdom, and style, is described as a kind of synthesis of all human learning, an abstract and complex activity that combines various subjects and fields of knowledge, including mathematics, music, philosophy, and art. It also plays on the ability to see connections and patterns between different areas of knowledge.
"Since the novel does not provide explicit rules or a definitive point system, the specific criteria for assessing the game are left to the reader's imagination."
A Glass Bead Game is primarily a mental activity and can be equally written or performed. A game combines elements of music, mathematics, philosophy, and other disciplines. The game involves creating connections and relationships between different areas of knowledge, symbolically represented by glass beads. Players use their individual expertise in various subjects to create meaningful patterns and connections within the game.
The game is judged or evaluated based on the originality, depth, and beauty of the connections that the players have made. The game can be played individually or as a competition between different players or groups. The point is not to stick to one subject or discipline, but to use a theme to build a symphony of connections and meanings. I see a social and artistic need for, and an opportunity to use a form of the Game according to its needs and abilities and therefore intend to present my own, of which Shitshow is the first performance.
I started my game last summer. Under the craziest rainfall I walked up to the Geijier statue in Uppsala, Sweden, beloved town of mine,and, giggling after a smoke and because I could see myself and because it felt good, walked over to her, careful not to trample the tulips around her feet, with a little tin bucket filled with a mixture of picked moss and yoghurt blanded. And a paintersbrush. A talk with a friend an age ago (his idea A.L.!) had never left me. I wanted the first movement of my Game, all Games follow the basic structure of a piece performed in a symphony. This section first, that horn then.. Mine was between Her and I, the world and my youngest child. I started and then winter and double depressing kicked me in the nuts. When I got myself up from depression I noticed that you, I and our kids now can call families off kids that are starving and under siege by what to them must be worse than monsters, live! Live on Tik-Tok. And what the fuck am I gonna do, man?! Do I wave?
I’m always late but this Game I aim to present in two books, a row of preformance art, film, social experiments, sermons, theories and inventions, as a single and ongoing ‘preformed’ piece of art. Nothing objective about it either. But artistic intent and five years of insanely of near manic writing and writing and re-writing. And of course I start from schratch again, but the work has been done and I simply have shit to say and can’t stay silent. A silly mess where a colleague and friend of mine just last week (08/04/2024 now) led to my publically whistleblowing.
Through this website and under my own media production company -Huijserius Media Productions.
Because why would I not use the assholes that pushed me to opening my mouth so much earlier than I had planned and wanted. My property is basically a suitcase with hundreds of 80% written sermons.
We’ll get to that.
This is my Game and it is a concious attempt to take the shards of my Glass Bell Jar and turn them into a Glass Bead Game
The theme of my specific Game is perspective, essense of shape on multiple level, inversion of power, repetition and absence of pattern. The theme is sight and agency.
Also, somewhere during this game, which I am both performing by living it, as well as writing it, without a clue about the ending but feeling it is near. Somewhere during the game I lost my mind more than once. And the last time it was like I suddenly woke up to find myself Believing.
It upset me to no end and scared the hell out of me. Believing far beyond what is either demonstrable or statistical likely, especially when you talk manic fast, write hundreds of pages per day, notice with genuine fear that your anger and J’acceses to society and self, all turn into sermons.
Faith turning into talking and writing about The Word and The Way
The whistle blowing is an accident but the tone I take to the board of directors of the company I am whistleblowing on, isn’t.
And this Whistleblowing is also a first flex. The visions and ambitions that came with my Game, especially via a deciplined and brutal regime of gureilla therapy and stalking of myself, coldly and with the slightest adjustments and most direct turnabouts and some mistakes and silly situations too. I have a project that already has a lore like the Blindboy Boatclub podcast does but I don’t want to be crazier than I choose to be and it’s nice if you can organize it so you can see in a week or two if I’m mad or not.
The world is beyond mad and we are beyond complicit. I look around me and find nearly no one that has the right and the moral integrity, to judge another. But this fucking care-company really fucked with my friend, as they are peassuring the municipality, whom they rob by means of promising care but not even affording our patients enough to substain on, refusing them care and help and even starve them to death.
And you don’t fuck with my friends. -Huijserius
So I you are a board member of Attendo, I hope this is the weirdest shit you have ever read and I hope it’ll give you a migraine.
