I am a force of the Past.
My love lies only in tradition.
I come from the ruins, the churches,
the altarpieces, the villages
abandoned in the Appennines or foothills
of the Alps where my brothers once lived.
I wander like a madman down the Tuscolana,
down the Appia like a dog without a master.
Or I see the twilights, the mornings
over Rome, the Ciociaria, the world,
as the first acts of Posthistory
to which I bear witness, for the privilege
of recording them from the outer edge
of some buried age. Monstrous is the man
born of a dead woman’s womb.
And I, a fetus now grown, roam about
more modern than any modern man,
in search of brothers no longer alive.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Friday, May 24, 2013
Thursday, May 23, 2013
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
Sunday, May 19, 2013
Homo-Mind
To the homo-mind, the basis of the trad-hetero universe is tawdry and small: at its core a crypto-Christian state-religion of romance-love-marriage-children, their blind faith in the reproductive cycle and the future (whether its heaven, “success” or fecundity), its a Grand-Guignol of kitsch Hollywood narratives embedded in Gnosticism, all confirming their self-satisfied superiority.
This model we reject.
From our point of view "The Nature of Things" is best described by Lucretius: our universe is ever changing, boundless with possibilities, but indifferent to us—- stunning, wondrous and terrifying, it is an endlessly creative and destructive theatre, with no single end, with no-mind or creator. The good life for us is the Epicurean, and so we choose our pleasures and friends carefully, based on our unique proclivities, for our brief lusty trip in this world. We accept this way is only seen by the few, ready minds, but that’s part of the adventure.
This model we reject.
From our point of view "The Nature of Things" is best described by Lucretius: our universe is ever changing, boundless with possibilities, but indifferent to us—- stunning, wondrous and terrifying, it is an endlessly creative and destructive theatre, with no single end, with no-mind or creator. The good life for us is the Epicurean, and so we choose our pleasures and friends carefully, based on our unique proclivities, for our brief lusty trip in this world. We accept this way is only seen by the few, ready minds, but that’s part of the adventure.
Friday, May 17, 2013
Wednesday, May 15, 2013
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Sunday, May 12, 2013
Friday, May 10, 2013
Wednesday, May 08, 2013
Saturday, May 04, 2013
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