that the various kind of hateful, vile
and hate-consumed fanatics
(witch-burners, heretic-eliminators,
Jew-expellers, Muslim-haters,
converters by force, wipers-out of whole ethnicities,
devout land-grabbers,
Summer Institute of Linguistics, etc. etc.)
are not even now labelled
Organised European Terrorists
or Christian Extremists.
Saturday, 28 February 2015
Art and Nature
As Nature is
'progressively'
banished from our lives
and from the planet
'Art' more and more
becomes mere
smug and brutal artefact.
'progressively'
banished from our lives
and from the planet
'Art' more and more
becomes mere
smug and brutal artefact.
Friday, 27 February 2015
Perhaps sooner
rather than later
someone somewhere
will create a virus which,
by design or not, perhaps by mutation,
will destroy the World Wide Web
and thereby a great deal of the global
civilisation which teeters
so intricately upon it.
(ultra-post-meta-ironic chuckle)
someone somewhere
will create a virus which,
by design or not, perhaps by mutation,
will destroy the World Wide Web
and thereby a great deal of the global
civilisation which teeters
so intricately upon it.
(ultra-post-meta-ironic chuckle)
Thursday, 26 February 2015
Less like grains of sand -
more like micro-bubbles of champagne
in a pornographic dream of luxury,
security, complaint and privilege,
you and I are just brief paint-flecks
in the surreal background
to billions of squalid nightmares
called human lives.
in a pornographic dream of luxury,
security, complaint and privilege,
you and I are just brief paint-flecks
in the surreal background
to billions of squalid nightmares
called human lives.
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
A Great Modern Poem
The Greek Government
affirms its plan to ensure
that its fight against the humanitarian crisis
has no negative fiscal effect.
- sent to the EU Council of Ministers
not from Troy or Carthage,
but from Athens.
affirms its plan to ensure
that its fight against the humanitarian crisis
has no negative fiscal effect.
- sent to the EU Council of Ministers
not from Troy or Carthage,
but from Athens.
Tuesday, 24 February 2015
鬼佬 (Gwei-lo)
We are the hollow
jiggle-jaggle zombies
trapped in our mad
and maddening cargo-cult,
not even half-born, destructively virtual,
imagining that we are harmless, real and adult.
jiggle-jaggle zombies
trapped in our mad
and maddening cargo-cult,
not even half-born, destructively virtual,
imagining that we are harmless, real and adult.
Monday, 23 February 2015
“The purpose
of Compulsory Education
is to deprive the common people
of their common-sense.”
~ G.K. Chesterton
is to deprive the common people
of their common-sense.”
~ G.K. Chesterton
Sunday, 22 February 2015
Final Journey ?
If death is a journey
it has to be a pretty short one
to an empty, coal-black cul-de-sac.
Reincarnation
(even as a maggot or a dust-mite)
is no more likely than deification.
it has to be a pretty short one
to an empty, coal-black cul-de-sac.
Reincarnation
(even as a maggot or a dust-mite)
is no more likely than deification.
Saturday, 21 February 2015
侘寂
If you wash the dishes
in reindeer-piss
remember to drink it afterwards
and retire to bed or sleeping-bag.
(Don't forget the dogs.)
in reindeer-piss
remember to drink it afterwards
and retire to bed or sleeping-bag.
(Don't forget the dogs.)
Friday, 20 February 2015
The weevils of evil
in the twistings of existing,
in the curd of the absurd,
are like battling bulldozers -
and I faintly rejoice
at the song of a bird.
(Yesterday, in county Down,
I saw a daffodil in bloom.)
in the curd of the absurd,
are like battling bulldozers -
and I faintly rejoice
at the song of a bird.
(Yesterday, in county Down,
I saw a daffodil in bloom.)
Thursday, 19 February 2015
It is not the front,
not the skin, but the core, the centre
that's important. It must be soft.
If it is not soft it becomes hard and bitter -
not like absinthe, but like frozen gall.
that's important. It must be soft.
If it is not soft it becomes hard and bitter -
not like absinthe, but like frozen gall.
Wednesday, 18 February 2015
Everything can "turn out for the best"
if it is within our capability and ingenuity
to make it seem so -
until we're shipwrecked off the coast of Libya.
to make it seem so -
until we're shipwrecked off the coast of Libya.
Tuesday, 17 February 2015
Monday, 16 February 2015
Surfacing...
and now a thousand miles away
from the cliff-edge home with the
marvellous surroundings and sordid kitchen,
in a house with an identical old mahogany
WC/toilet/lavatory seat,
grateful for the comment on my previous 'post',
I hunt for a relevant quotation
and find:
“From any rational point of view I am absurd;
but there are no longer any rational points of view.”
from the cliff-edge home with the
marvellous surroundings and sordid kitchen,
in a house with an identical old mahogany
WC/toilet/lavatory seat,
grateful for the comment on my previous 'post',
I hunt for a relevant quotation
and find:
“From any rational point of view I am absurd;
but there are no longer any rational points of view.”
Wednesday, 11 February 2015
Due to my Quixotic decision to move
(only 12 km away)
to a house which is liable to fall over a cliff
anytime in the next twenty years,
I may be offline for some days
in quiet panic, & chaos
within...
to a house which is liable to fall over a cliff
anytime in the next twenty years,
I may be offline for some days
in quiet panic, & chaos
within...
Tuesday, 10 February 2015
"Shameful, Cowardly European Art
I searched for pain, and I found none.
In those enormous halls of the Louvre, I searched for reminders of the agony of the people from the Caribbean, from islands like Grenada, where the native people were entirely exterminated during the French colonial onslaught. I searched for at least one tear, one moan, one canvas saturated with sadness and remorse. I searched for confessions.
But I found none.
I was trying to catch a glimpse of the desperate, terrified facial expressions of North African women, dragged into some empty rooms, and raped brutally by French soldiers. I was looking for paintings depicting the torture of Vietnamese patriots, and their execution by decapitation, for nothing else other than fighting for freedom and for their fatherland, against the appalling French colonial rule.
No – I found nothing, nothing at all in the Louvre, or in any other major French museums.
I stood in front of bizarre, sick and cold religious artwork, full of adult-looking, perverse baby Jesuses; or of some saints with daggers sticking out grotesquely from their heads. It was mostly total kitsch, created to order from the Catholic Christian Church – a morally corrupt [and bankrupt] religious organisation responsible for the extermination of entire nations, of entire races, worldwide...
read more of this fine polemic by ANDRE VLTCHEK >>>
In those enormous halls of the Louvre, I searched for reminders of the agony of the people from the Caribbean, from islands like Grenada, where the native people were entirely exterminated during the French colonial onslaught. I searched for at least one tear, one moan, one canvas saturated with sadness and remorse. I searched for confessions.
But I found none.
I was trying to catch a glimpse of the desperate, terrified facial expressions of North African women, dragged into some empty rooms, and raped brutally by French soldiers. I was looking for paintings depicting the torture of Vietnamese patriots, and their execution by decapitation, for nothing else other than fighting for freedom and for their fatherland, against the appalling French colonial rule.
No – I found nothing, nothing at all in the Louvre, or in any other major French museums.
I stood in front of bizarre, sick and cold religious artwork, full of adult-looking, perverse baby Jesuses; or of some saints with daggers sticking out grotesquely from their heads. It was mostly total kitsch, created to order from the Catholic Christian Church – a morally corrupt [and bankrupt] religious organisation responsible for the extermination of entire nations, of entire races, worldwide...
read more of this fine polemic by ANDRE VLTCHEK >>>
Monday, 9 February 2015
Six toxic offerings from the tripe-master:
1. Love and desire are the spirit’s wings to great deeds.
2. Wilhelm, what is the world to our hearts without love? What is a magic lantern without light? You have but to kindle the flame within, and the brightest figures shine on the white wall; and, if love only shows us fleeting shadows, we are but happy, when, like mere children we behold them, and are transported with the splendid phantoms.
3. I love those who yearn for the impossible.
4. When a human awakens to a great dream and throws the full force of his soul over it, all the universe conspires to favour him.
4. When the sound and wholesome nature of man acts as an entirety, when he feels himself in the world as in a grand, beautiful, worthy and worthwhile whole, when this harmonious comfort affords him a pure, untrammelled delight: then the universe, if it could be sensible of itself, would shout for joy at having attained its goal and wonder at the pinnacle of its own essence and evolution. For what end is served by all the expenditure of suns and planets and moons, of stars and Milky Ways, of comets and nebula, of worlds evolving and passing away, if at last a happy man does not involuntarily rejoice in his existence ?
5. I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.
6. I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am elemental. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humour, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanised or de-humanised. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe wrote this sort of stuff ad nauseam.
No wonder we have since suffered empires, world wars, holocausts and ever greater crimes against the planet we dominate, admire, despise and patronise.
2. Wilhelm, what is the world to our hearts without love? What is a magic lantern without light? You have but to kindle the flame within, and the brightest figures shine on the white wall; and, if love only shows us fleeting shadows, we are but happy, when, like mere children we behold them, and are transported with the splendid phantoms.
3. I love those who yearn for the impossible.
4. When a human awakens to a great dream and throws the full force of his soul over it, all the universe conspires to favour him.
4. When the sound and wholesome nature of man acts as an entirety, when he feels himself in the world as in a grand, beautiful, worthy and worthwhile whole, when this harmonious comfort affords him a pure, untrammelled delight: then the universe, if it could be sensible of itself, would shout for joy at having attained its goal and wonder at the pinnacle of its own essence and evolution. For what end is served by all the expenditure of suns and planets and moons, of stars and Milky Ways, of comets and nebula, of worlds evolving and passing away, if at last a happy man does not involuntarily rejoice in his existence ?
5. I have possessed that heart, that noble soul, in whose presence I seemed to be more than I really was, because I was all that I could be.
6. I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am elemental. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather. I possess tremendous power to make life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration, I can humiliate or humour, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis is escalated or de-escalated, and a person is humanised or de-humanised. If we treat people as they are, we make them worse. If we treat people as they ought to be, we help them become what they are capable of becoming.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe wrote this sort of stuff ad nauseam.
No wonder we have since suffered empires, world wars, holocausts and ever greater crimes against the planet we dominate, admire, despise and patronise.
Sunday, 8 February 2015
Saturday, 7 February 2015
Geopolitix
The solution to the world's problems
is to provide weapons to the people you favour,
especially if they are weak.
All are "baddies" in "multiple"(i.e. a multiplicity of polymorphously-perverse) ways.
The trick is to choose the less-destructive baddies
and then make money by making them more destructive.
Friday, 6 February 2015
Wikipedia,
Dear Readers (all 34), is not Holy Writ
much less the Holy Q'uran.
You’ll find that its entries on anything you know a bit about
are somewhat...
disappointing.
Not to mention the stylelessness.
Wikipedia reads like the robot it actually is.
Robots (of course - but it needs to be reiterated) are made by
humans who are tripping on the illusion of their own intelligence;
and if you have ever tried to amend (much less create) an entry in Wikipedia
you’ll have realised that the humans it is created for are meant to be
and acknowledge themselves as styleless, emotionless, comic-strip robots.
Wikipedia is not the Ultimate Fount of Knowledge,
a Great Service To Humanity and a Messenger of Truth -
but just one place, one low plane, of reference
like Walker’s Rhyming Dictionary.
much less the Holy Q'uran.
You’ll find that its entries on anything you know a bit about
are somewhat...
disappointing.
Not to mention the stylelessness.
Wikipedia reads like the robot it actually is.
Robots (of course - but it needs to be reiterated) are made by
humans who are tripping on the illusion of their own intelligence;
and if you have ever tried to amend (much less create) an entry in Wikipedia
you’ll have realised that the humans it is created for are meant to be
and acknowledge themselves as styleless, emotionless, comic-strip robots.
Wikipedia is not the Ultimate Fount of Knowledge,
a Great Service To Humanity and a Messenger of Truth -
but just one place, one low plane, of reference
like Walker’s Rhyming Dictionary.
Thursday, 5 February 2015
Wednesday, 4 February 2015
Tuesday, 3 February 2015
Monday, 2 February 2015
The most powerful and soul-destroying illusion
created by sexual attraction is that of utter intimacy
- even between people who share nothing else,
just the illusion occasioned by a particular attraction
at a particular moment (or period),
which is so overwhelming (yet so chemical)
a brain-and-genital melt,
as to induce repetition,
until the novelty wears off,
or the structural fissures are revealed
and reality makes itself felt.
- even between people who share nothing else,
just the illusion occasioned by a particular attraction
at a particular moment (or period),
which is so overwhelming (yet so chemical)
a brain-and-genital melt,
as to induce repetition,
until the novelty wears off,
or the structural fissures are revealed
and reality makes itself felt.
Sunday, 1 February 2015
'Hypocrisy is moral...
because it furthers the perpetuation of the species.'
~ Benjamin de Casseres (1915)
~ Benjamin de Casseres (1915)
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