I'm interested in finding out why some people are so quick to believe what they can not know and refuse to see that life is something we haven't yet begun to understand.
HERE ARE JUST A FEW THINGS THAT TERRIFY ME:
Today: JESUS CAMP
JIM JONES, 1978
"Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it..."
Heaven's Gate, 1997
1969, The Manson Family
Fanatics...
BUSH AS DEITY?
SCIENTOLOGY:
And here is something that gives me HOPE...
I'd like to meet:
Get Myspace Layouts @ CodeMyLayout.comHypothetically, I'd like to meet Charles Darwin, T.S. Eliot, William Blake, Ezra Pound, Robert Green Ingersoll, Jean-Paul Sartre, and Gertrude Stein. Otherwise, I'd like to meet Mark Danielewski, Robert Smith, Jorie Graham, Carolyn Forche, Colin Wilson, Anthony Hopkins, Paul Auster, Tori Amos, Eddie Vedder, Timothy Burton, Richard Dawkins, and Thomas Pynchon. All geniuses.
And for all of you Christians out there who don't know where your famous mythology truly originated, perhaps the following video will interest you - even, I hope, encourage you to open your eyes and your minds and do a bit of research:
Music:
The Cure, Tori Amos, The Doors, HIM, Pearl Jam, Tantric, Joplin, Jefferson Airplane, October Project {original members - with Mary Fahl}, Poe, Nick Cave, Bjork, OLD U2, Loreena McKennitt, Sarah McLachlan, Joan Osbourne, AFI, The Smiths, Peter Murphy {Bauhaus}, OLD REM, Zombie, Godsmack, Tool, The Cult, Jethro Tull, The Velvet Underground, Violent Femmes, Peter Gabriel, The Cranberries.
...I adore Robert Smith...
HAKIM BEY!
CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random & perpetually intoxicated.
Chaos comes before all principles of order & entropy, it's neither a god nor a maggot, its idiotic desires encompass & define every possible choreography, all meaningless aethers & phlogistons: its masks are crystallizations of its own facelessness, like clouds.
Everything in nature is perfectly real including consciousness, there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Not only have the chains of the Law been broken, they never existed; demons never guarded the stars, the Empire never got started, Eros never grew a beard.
No, listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of chaos, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions.
There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you're the monarch of your own skin--your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.
To shed all the illusory rights & hesitations of history demands the economy of some legendary Stone Age--shamans not priests, bards not lords, hunters not police, gatherers of paleolithic laziness, gentle as blood, going naked for a sign or painted as birds, poised on the wave of explicit presence, the clockless nowever.
Agents of chaos cast burning glances at anything or anyone capable of bearing witness to their condition, their fever of lux et voluptas. I am awake only in what I love & desire to the point of terror--everything else is just shrouded furniture, quotidian anaesthesia, shit-for-brains, sub-reptilian ennui of totalitarian regimes, banal censorship & useless pain.
Avatars of chaos act as spies, saboteurs, criminals of amour fou, neither selfless nor selfish, accessible as children, mannered as barbarians, chafed with obsessions, unemployed, sensually deranged, wolfangels, mirrors for contemplation, eyes like flowers, pirates of all signs & meanings.
Here we are crawling the cracks between walls of church state school & factory, all the paranoid monoliths. Cut off from the tribe by feral nostalgia we tunnel after lost words, imaginary bombs.
The last possible deed is that which defines perception itself, an invisible golden cord that connects us: illegal dancing in the courthouse corridors. If I were to kiss you here they'd call it an act of terrorism--so let's take our pistols to bed & wake up the city at midnight like drunken bandits celebrating with a fusillade, the message of the taste of chaos.
Movies:
Make me think or scare me. Silent Hill, The Exorcist, The Omen, The Boys from Brazil, Apocalypse Now, The Village, Sixth Sense, The Jacket, To Kill a Mockingbird, Jacob's Ladder, A Clockwork Orange, Silence of the Lambs, The Manchurian Candidate, Quills, Charlie & the Chocolate Factory, Titus, 84 Charing Cross Road, American Beauty, The Fall of the House of Usher, Dead Poets Society, 13 Ghosts, Donnie Darko, The Others
Television:
Bones, CSI, X-Files, Discovery Channel, Science Channel, History Channel. All things historical and documentary: religion/mythology, science, the occult, paranormal, war; I am both fascinated and disturbed by the things we do to one another.
Books:
House of Leaves (Danielewski), Crime and Punishment (Dostoevsky), The Idiot (Dostoevsky), Demons (Dostoevsky), The Stranger (Camus), Shadow of the Wind (Carlos Ruiz Zafon), Demon Haunted World (Sagan), Mysteries (Colin Wilson), The Occult (Colin Wilson), EVERYTHING by T.S. Eliot, Moby Dick (Melville), The Big Bang (Singh), The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (Blake), Nausea (Sartre), Tender Buttons (Stein), The Cantos (Pound), Sabbath's Theater (Roth), Operation Shylock (Roth), The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy (Adams), The Crying of Lot 49 (Pynchon), Heart of Darkness (Conrad), In the Country of Last Things (Auster), 1984 (Orwell), The Yellow Wallpaper (Charlotte Perkins Gilman), Birthday Letters (Hughes), The Tin Drum (Grass), The Magic Mountain (Mann), The Glass Bead Game (Hesse), Maldoror (the Comte de Lautreamont), The God Delusion (Dawkins), Brave New World (Huxley), The End of Faith (Harris), The Book of Disquiet (Pessoa)
Only Revolutions
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Heroes:
Charles Darwin, T. S. Eliot, Robert Smith, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Terry Sosnowski, Richard Dawkins, William Blake, Ezra Pound, Albert Camus, Sartre, Marquis de Sade, Albert Einstein, Socrates, Galileo, James Joyce, Gertrude Stein, Mark Danielewsi, Stephen Hawking, Carl Sagan. I find intelligence and complexity most appealing.
