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selections from The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels


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that which we call a temple by any other name would look as sweet [archive]






yesterday my art/archaeology class visited the Temple of Hephaestus in the Agora of Athens, as our class moves out from the bronze and dark ages slowly into the classical period. we talked about GEOMETRY and PATTERN and ORDER. the classical Greeks were supposedly big proponents of a little something called rational thought and order. i’m not sure how i feel about it. on one hand, circling around the perfectly aligned columns separated by perfectly planned dimensions on an ideal hill for an ideal purpose, i could not help but feel the profundity of the ancient structure. along with the ordinarily divine sense of Athena all around me, i suddenly felt Hephaestus, too, piercing me with his Olympian eyes. on the other hand, the temple sprung from chaos, from the neural explosions of a completely predictable and unpredictable animal called human. perhaps it was perfect at the final moment of its construction, but ever since that twinkle in the sands, nature god everything you me have been picking at it with our winds and divine plans and pick axes and spray paint and minds. ash to ash, dust to dust, abyss to abyss. disorder to order to disorder to order. chaos springs from hiding like a predator that’s already caught its prey.

i pretty much have come to terms with the fact that i make no sense. i almost wish to make less and less sense because it seems to me that the more sense you make, the more wrong your opinions become. if you find that people often agree with you, i suggest you rethink your values, opinions, everything before venturing outside again. this is why i kind of enjoyed the lecture i attended yesterday. this critic completely devoted to Kazantzakis spoke on the modern Greek author’s most famous works in the context of Darwinism and Evolution and the Abyss and Nothing and Everything and Stagnation and Darkness and Movement and other such profoundly black painful deathly things. no one had any idea what he was talking about, and he the least. but at least we all understood him. that’s all that counts.

before tonight, i didn’t know a damn thing about tron except that it can be found in the following words: electronic, electronica, electron, etc (short for et cetron). well now i “know” something more. if this just turns out to be a blatantly disgusting yelp for attention from a lousy blog written by good-for-nothing shitbags, then i hope they all go to hell. if not, God is Great! Allah is Awesome! Zeus is Zesty! i’ll wait for confirmation from official sources before hailing Athena. she hates bullshit as much as i do. Continue reading

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what a western weekend [archive]

i have a 20-page paper to write about Heart of Darkness, Apocalypse Now, and chaos/order/adaptation/structure. instead, i think i’ll make a blog post. this is probably going to be the closest thing to an actual journal entry that i’ve posted since the summer. this past weekend has just been incredible.

thursday night was the opening night of meryl’s art show, entitled “CARNIVALOUS.” with a focus on the flesh and its delights, the paintings did indeed make one feel as though he were in attendance at a carnal carnival. i believe there were ten paintings in total. pigs, ants, lights, swirls, humans, fruit, water, Daft Punk, rock & roll. that night was a festive night, for we celebrated the twins’ birthday right after the art show.

friday is the most suitable day, according to scripps college, for noon concerts. so, at 12:15 in the afternoon on that bunny-infested campus i was treated to a work by Haydn and a work by Schubert, courtesy of the excellent Quartet Euphoria.

immediately following the quartet’s performance, i attended a film screening of Coppola’s “The Godfather.” i haven’t seen this movie in at least four years, and i was blown away. probably much more than i was the first time, if i was really affected at all the first time i saw it. i could not really think about anything, the whole weekend long, without thinking about how it related to Coppola’s masterpiece, and in turn, how the masterpiece relates to everything in the universe.

attending a performance of Handel’s Messiah did not help dust away these aimless philosophical wanderings in my mind. it emboldened them. as i sat in my seat, the beings of meryl’s paintings rose from the floor like so many fleshy robots from the Neon Genesis series. mobsters were killing each other for love and religions were on a crusade to have the most simultaneously beautiful and sublime God. if you ever go to sleep and wake up again, i bet you believe in something.

saturday was a day of rest. i awoke, torrented, showered, ate, and then computed some more. i had some sake. i had some teriyaki. i had some more sake. i had some wine. i had some hummus. i had a little more wine. and then i had a whole lot of brandy with a whole lot of madonna, celine dion, and michael jackson to chase it. what do the virgin madonna, the widow celine, and the smooth dancer michael have in common with Jesus? i didn’t really think about it. i just danced to drum and bass, while my cells did the thinking. the drunker you are, the more you delegate.

today is sunday, and sunday is hardly a day for rest. i have just returned from Glendale, where i and my class watched a production of Shakespeare’s Hamlet. oh Hamlet! Hamlet, my Messiah. Hamlet, my Godfather. Hamlet, my delight. Hamlet, my drug. Hamlet, my substance. Hamlet, my hug. Hamlet, Hamlet, Hamlet. Be! Be! you have no choice! there is no question! Be! Be! cut yourself until you’re bleeding all over your own dead corpse like an electron with a choice. Be! cry all over your filthy stage like a skinned snake for dessert. Be! have sex with your father and kill your mother and love your brother and rape your sister like the composer of dreams you are. Be!

And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.

And the seventh angel sounded; and there were great voices in heaven, saying, The kingdoms of this world are become the kingdoms of our Lord, and of his Christ; and he shall reign for ever and ever.

And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS.

i’m going to write 20 pages about my weekend. Continue reading

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I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You [archive]

I am an infant.

I am an infant, for I have just realized that chaos, disorder is interminably linked with structure, order. In Aretha Franklin’s “I Never Loved a Man the Way I Love You,” Franklin shuns chaos. However, the no-good unknown inevitably and curiously penetrates us. The disgusting impossible becomes reality. Never becomes now.

The “way” Franklin refers to, suggests path. It suggests journey.

Who will go on this journey? Continue reading

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