radio darkness

The 37th parallel.

"And so when you have lost everything, no more roads, no direction, no fixed signs, no ground, no thoughts able to resist other thoughts, when you are lost, beside yourself, and you continue getting lost, when you become the panicky movement of getting lost, then, that's when, where you are unwoven weft, flesh that lets strangeness come through, defenseless being, without resistance, without batten, without skin, inundated with otherness, it's in these breathless times that writings traverse you, songs of an unheard-of purity flow through you, addressed to no one, they well up, surge forth, from the throats of your unknown inhabitants, these are the cries that death and life hurl in their combat." --Hélène Cixous

quanreuse

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Firbank's brand of irony is Camp meets Surrealism, like Dali in prose.

muzzy bugonia

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Fruit flies for Titan.

Most of our law, too much of our medicine, & an increasingly onerous share of our education, is filled with the exigencies of magic ritual. In this mileu, clear thinking is at best a handicap; at worst, heresy. Magic never died, because as the masses were disenfranchised of their contact with the land, so was its logic erased from the book of representations. What took its place is arbitrary & unreal. I have not wanted to waste my time learning the rules of games they would never let me play.

(Yet it turns out--i did.)

navigable space

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"Two years later...the intuition at the book's center took hold of me: we in the early 21st century are reliving the 1930s; that the lack of a meaningful response to climate change was akin to lack of meaningful resistance to the rise of Hitler; that the political climate of our time was likely to lead to new forms of fascism."

magnetic clip-on sunglasses

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crizzle

("Tiptoeing on the Ocean of Storms" by Alan Bean, via @christianbok)

Pixinguinha.

FLINTLOCKS

1. I know, I know, they’re not "stupid," they’re just "completely unpracticed in analytic thought."

2. Words are not things & we do know this, but it is more often words that constitute our thoughts in arguing than do the realities they stand for.

3. The writers of the Constitution were very unfortunate in using the word "(fire)arms" when they obviously meant "flintlocks," but it was an age of Neoclassicism & they were gentlemen & a gentleman didn’t talk that way, because the Romans hadn’t & the Romans hadn’t because they were a slave-owning society & craftsmen were always slaves, & only slaves used the particular, technical word for something crafted. A gentleman used the more abstract word, to show that he never dirtied his hands with manual labor.

4. Imagine we had an umbrella term "wartools," which included tanks, jets, bombers, & aircraft carriers, but also flamethrowers, hand grenades, & assault rifles; & the only way we had for referring to an AR-15 was to call it a "handheld wartool." Would it then be so easy to argue that our Constitution’s "flintlock" right would apply also to a "handheld wartool"?

5. And middle-aged men with small-penis-complexes would have to resort to red sports cars.

6. And disaffected young men could freely express their angst with a smaller resultant body-count.

tainopia

The weird landscape as the avatar of evil.

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Lyric overshare.

I don't recognize my own choices.

holding center

Reblogged from Facebook:

Gun pornography is rampant. It's a lazy way of making stories, & made worse by them seeming to be realistic depictions of the world. If we were constantly seeing people LEVITATING to solve their problem, we would know it for the lie it is. Violence never solves a problem. Writers who promulgate this should be shot.

three thoughts on the group mind

In opposing the Egregore, that claims to be the world, one does not reject the world itself but affirms it. What was transcended is only the lie. The world remains as it was, a mystery, but a mystery not impenetrable to the seeker.

If the Egregore is a thing, it is a thing only as a story is a thing. Or rather, humans' need of storying their happenstance: it calls forth story, it calls forth agreement. And it calls forth elaboration, which being inconsistent, leads to imperfect agreement. The story takes maintenance, or it fractures.

The truth of the Egregore is hidden, not because it is secret, but because it isn't.