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28
May
10

t h e e v e n i n g r e d n e s s i n t h e w e s t

“notions of chance and fate are the preoccupation of men engaged in rash undertakings.”

“the truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.”

“and the answer, said the judge. if god meant to interfere in the degeneracy of mankind would he not have done so by now? wolves cull themselves, man. what other creature could? and is the race of man not more predacious yet? the way of the world is to bloom and to flower and die but in the affairs of men there is no waning and the noon of his expression signals the onset of night. his spirit is exhausted at the peak of its achievement. his meridian is at once his darkening and the evening of his day. he loves games? let him play for stakes. this you see here, these ruins wondered at by tribes of savages, do you not think that this will be again? aye. and again. with other people, with other sons.”

“it makes no difference what men think of war, said the judge. war endures. as well ask men what they think of stone. war was always here. before man was, war waited for him. the ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner. that is the way it was and will be…. war is the ultimate game because war is at last a forcing of the unity of existence. war is god.”

-from the blood meridian, by cormac mccarthy

 

(i’m re-reading this for the second time within a year. it’s just that good.)

07
May
10

c a m e r o n ü b e r a l l e s ?

the bloated toad of brown is down but not out. not yet.

and so, it would appear that the masses are, yet again, drawn inexorably to anything bright and shiny; and in politics there is nothing brighter, or shinier than the promise of change. spurious change it may be but the very word holds within it something that requires no measured weighing of the facts, no examination of policy or intent. it’s the sociopolitical version of ‘out with the old in with the new’.

change was powerful enough to get a black man elected in america, i would argue a very positive thing indeed, but it’s influence over populations is not an exclusively moral one. the tyranny of change is instead utterly blind. look at the idolatry that was laid at the feet of shit-eating-grin blair.

the allure of change lies in the concept itself and exists in a parallel world to that of logic, a world where the motto is ‘this isn’t working, try the polar opposite’; where the only thing of value is the about-face, the 180◦. the eternal promise of the utopia within the u-turn.

at the time of posting there are more tory wins than there were in the time of kinnock. the hounds are howling on the horizon and the foxes are getting nervous…

time, people, to get the blues.

20
Apr
10

s o c i e t y d o e s n ‘ t o p e r a t e

“society doesn’t operate because we love everybody. society operates through sanction, through forms of collective control, through hierarchy, through the imposition of controlled forms of mass hysteria. y’know, so the novels that persuade you in the idea that everybody is intrinsically loveable are pulling off a confidence trick, as are the moral systems that delude people, you  see it time and time again laurie and you know it’s true. people’s capacity for empathy with people who are outside their immediate social matrix is remarkably small and it doesn’t matter whether you call on this through- you validate it through evolutionary psychology, or you pull up stanley milgram’s experiments at yale or whatever it is, or the genocidal impulse that seems to exist in humanity, these are true facts. the thing is that people will hear these arguments and they’ll say ‘yes but you know, we’ve got to aim for something better than that’, but what would that world be like in which you empathised with six and a half billion people? what would the world be like if you felt the pain of the two hundred and fifty thousand people who were rubbed out in haiti a few weeks ago? what a strange place it would be.”

– will self, in conversation with laurie taylor

13
Apr
10

f l y f l y t h e d e v i l ‘ s i n y o u r e y e s h o o t s h o o t

  

‘we fenced other gardens with the bones of our own’, from the 2004 album they were wrong so we drowned, by liars; the cd single of which bears one my favourite covers of all time:

10
Apr
10

p e b b l e s o n t h e r o a d t o d a m a s c u s

“in reality, genuine epiphanies are extremely rare. in contemporary adult life, maturation and acquiescence to reality are a gradual process, incremental and often imperceptible, not unlike the formation of renal calculus.”

– from brief interviews with hideous men, by david foster wallace

08
Apr
10

e l e c t i l e d y s f u n c t i o n

and so the behemoth of tedium and false hope that is a general election roars back into life. christ. a friend recently described the prospect as “which of these two glasses of tepid water do you prefer?” i’m constantly surprised that anyone over the age of 30, or even anyone with the ability to read, see and hear sees politics as anything else. of course the tories this time around are selling the same bill of goods that blair was touting in ’97, namely the spurious idea of ‘change’; and there’s more than a little of blair’s vile, smug punchability in the simpering  doughy faced cunt that is david cameron. gordon brown meanwhile lumbers around like an inflated one-eyed toad, never looking any less sincere or any more pained than when he’s foolishly advised to crack a smile.

while ol’ gordon would seem to be not waving but drowning, still ailing from some past charisma bypass, he does at least seem to be somewhere towards a real person, a little dour, profoundly imperfect but not the cretinous waxwork that cameron so clearly is to his ambitious, reactionary, ravenous bones, a staggering arsehole who claims to be a fan of the arctic monkeys and who posts videos of himself online washing up to prove he a man of the people, down to earth, rather than the same kind of avaricious public school scum that raped the country six ways from sunday during the thatcher years.

but, i hear you ask, is brown any better? sinking slowly into the grimpen mire left by the corrosive slime of war-mongering-rent-a-mouth blair’s departure, brown certainly resembles a cul-de-sac politically speaking… but prime minister cameron? really?

if you can find a candidate that doesn’t make you throw up a little in your mouth then you are to be congratulated… give them your ‘x’… then bend over.

 

warning: if election lasts for more than 4 hours, consult doctor.

07
Apr
10

n i c e b a c k h a n d

hostess elisabeth to your humble author:

“i’ve often thought there was a bit of the autistic in you.”

and then the big finish:

“i don’t mean it in a bad way.”