As you know I have a thing for dolls. It was one of the first things we did after fire, and music...okay beer too. These began as spirit icons. Still are subliminally. Later it reflected our family structures. Children nurturing tribal lineages. Then our warrior traditions.
Now they illustrate, and re-enforce our addictions to individualism power random violence, and gross consumerism.
Exhibit "A" above.
I have no idea what digital game this came from, and it doesn't matter. Just as any religious icon from any cult or faith individually doesn't matter. It teaches re-enforces. It does it job that's all.
This item like all it's cohort is what is valued right now.
Our dreams of a barbaric return.
Our it seems world-wide desire to be freed from the constraints of the Enlightenment. Such items as above. Along with the mass fascination with end-time fantasies apocalyptic films comic books games, and cults sez much.
We have no faith in our futures.
None.
Our interconnected world culture is in a vast scream of madness, and agony.
I hope schools of contemporary social anthropology are keeping track of all this. Because these specimens will tell our story to future cultures.
...and despite us there will be some.
My dollies are much nicer, and harken back to "Spirit Icon" beginnings of them sweet things. See above.
Exhibit "A" above.
I have no idea what digital game this came from, and it doesn't matter. Just as any religious icon from any cult or faith individually doesn't matter. It teaches re-enforces. It does it job that's all.
This item like all it's cohort is what is valued right now.
Our dreams of a barbaric return.
Our it seems world-wide desire to be freed from the constraints of the Enlightenment. Such items as above. Along with the mass fascination with end-time fantasies apocalyptic films comic books games, and cults sez much.
We have no faith in our futures.
None.
Our interconnected world culture is in a vast scream of madness, and agony.
I hope schools of contemporary social anthropology are keeping track of all this. Because these specimens will tell our story to future cultures.
...and despite us there will be some.
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"People believe that if you abandon the discourse of reason, you fall into the black night of passions, of murder, and the dissolution of all social life. But I think the discourse of reason is the pathology, the morbid discourse par excellence. Simply look at what happens in the world, because it is the discourse of reason that is in power everywhere." - Félix Guattari, Chaosophy
I see that it is the very opposite of comrade Chaosophy's notion.
Madness rules reason is in rout.
'Course we may disagree as to what "reason" means.
For me it means all of ones social, and physical needs are met without trauma to yourself or others. Reason is that I'm not shot dead for walking while Queer BL Black or bored.
The reason you’re not shot dead for walking while BL is that you’re not carrying a sign that declares you to be so.
Oh, and I agree with your assessment of what is reasonable. Sounds about right to me.
By the way, have you ever wondered what rich millennial cyber douchebags like to do with their money? The Guardian now makes this known:
https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2018/mar/16/powder-mountain-ski-resort-summit-elite-club-rich-millennials#comment-113659212
This place will be the first stop on my Morlock Cutlery and Cooking Utensils Tour.
Z
P.S. - I’d also like to pee on their shoes.
Z
They should all be killed in the most cruel evil, and slowest ways possible. I say this as someone has had to go hungry on a routine basis.
Okay I don't mean that.
Trials seem reasonable. Crimes against the standard of living of working people a good place to start. Upon conviction sentences such as cleaning lavatories in homeless shelters by hand...for life or until homelessness is abolished. Which means a life sentence of de-clogging shit by hand.
Speaking of "reason" this seems more than reasonable.
Something like that might happen eventually to these baby Bilderbergers. In a rich folks’ spread like that of course they’ll surround themselves with security. One day when the political scene cracks up the security guards will be thinking how much they would love to own all the stuff their employers own. And the only thing standing between them and that will be the discharge of a few bullets. It’s not like this sort of thing hasn’t happened before in the course of a decaying Empire.
Meanwhile, these people strike me as hollow, shallow twits. They’re rich, but they’re nobodies. They don’t stand for anything. Can you imagine them next to James Baldwin or Gore Vidal? Upper class powder puffs.
God I miss the hippies. Where the fuck ever did they go?
Z
Louis Zukofsky considered this to be the greatest poem in the English language. It also answers your questions Sidney. Get that line: "Love hath reason, reason none"
The Phoenix and the Turtle
By William Shakespeare
Let the bird of loudest lay
On the sole Arabian tree
Herald sad and trumpet be,
To whose sound chaste wings obey.
But thou shrieking harbinger,
Foul precurrer of the fiend,
Augur of the fever's end,
To this troop come thou not near.
From this session interdict
Every fowl of tyrant wing,
Save the eagle, feather'd king;
Keep the obsequy so strict.
Let the priest in surplice white,
That defunctive music can,
Be the death-divining swan,
Lest the requiem lack his right.
And thou treble-dated crow,
That thy sable gender mak'st
With the breath thou giv'st and tak'st,
'Mongst our mourners shalt thou go.
Here the anthem doth commence:
Love and constancy is dead;
Phoenix and the Turtle fled
In a mutual flame from hence.
So they lov'd, as love in twain
Had the essence but in one;
Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain.
Hearts remote, yet not asunder;
Distance and no space was seen
'Twixt this Turtle and his queen:
But in them it were a wonder.
So between them love did shine
That the Turtle saw his right
Flaming in the Phoenix' sight:
Either was the other's mine.
Property was thus appalled
That the self was not the same;
Single nature's double name
Neither two nor one was called.
Reason, in itself confounded,
Saw division grow together,
To themselves yet either neither,
Simple were so well compounded;
That it cried, "How true a twain
Seemeth this concordant one!
Love has reason, reason none,
If what parts can so remain."
Whereupon it made this threne
To the Phoenix and the Dove,
Co-supremes and stars of love,
As chorus to their tragic scene:
threnos
Beauty, truth, and rarity,
Grace in all simplicity,
Here enclos'd, in cinders lie.
Death is now the Phoenix' nest,
And the Turtle's loyal breast
To eternity doth rest,
Leaving no posterity:
'Twas not their infirmity,
It was married chastity.
Truth may seem but cannot be;
Beauty brag but 'tis not she;
Truth and beauty buried be.
To this urn let those repair
That are either true or fair;
For these dead birds sigh a prayer.
"Two distincts, division none:
Number there in love was slain."
WOW! WOW! WOW!
"The Phoenix and the Turtle is an allegorical poem about the death of ideal love by William Shakespeare. It is widely considered to be one of his most obscure works and has led to many conflicting interpretations. It has also been called "the first great published metaphysical poem". The title "The Phoenix and the Turtle" is a conventional label. As published, the poem was untitled. The "turtle" is the Turtledove, not the shelled reptile.
The poem describes a funeral arranged for the deceased Phoenix and Turtledove, respectively emblems of perfection and of devoted love. Some birds are invited, but others excluded. It goes on to state that the love of the birds created a perfect unity which transcended all logic and material fact." - Wikipedia
Everybody here is so damned smart.
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