April 2011
1 post
sometimes i wonder, when will this finally be over? people have got to do something, if they can’t take it anymore. but people keep on taking it. people are so adaptable, and the beautiful soul mentality sets in.
it gets tiring, as days go by, and i lose track of those days, huge blocks of time dedicated to doing absolutely nothing at my work. i originally thought i could think while...
don't know
Ravage, cloister, seclusion in utter freedom, parameters without boundaries, where do we go from here? Finitude, the body and its breakdowns, blood pumping, something is wrong, palpitations, dysphoria, retention and release, catatonia, breakdown, despair, desolation, delirium _ _ _ words, how many do i know? how many more are there to know? does this approximate what can happen at any moment? ...
“Sovereign is he who decides on the exception”
– Carl Schmitt, Political Theology
March 2010
18 posts
Sense. This life makes none.
“In the person of the Emperor isolated subjectivity has gained a perfectly...”
“When two bodies animated by forms-of-life that are absolutely foreign to one...”
“There is not community except in the singular relations. The community...”
“War, because in each singular play between forms-of-life, the possibility of a...”
“This taste, this clinamen, can either be warded off or embraced. To take on a...”
“Let’s be clear. Empire is not the enemy with which we have to contend,...”
“Tiqqun is the becoming-real, the becoming-practice of the world. Tiqqun is the...”
“In the becoming-real of the Imaginary Party, we will no doubt cross path with...”
Dear dead friend,
You have been gone now for more than 4 years. You were a good friend. Its too bad you had to die twice. I will miss you dead friend.
Regards,
J.
P.S. This time, stay dead.
An Irong lung
I
Plug into this respiratory machine, finding a will-to-life through a device that resides outside myself, pouring out my dark fantasies onto this shapeless template. In which individuals find the abyss everywhere, recesses and dark corners basking in its own filth, its own sado-masochistic desires, unable to escape the vicious circle of self-inflicted pain that is enjoyment.
II
...
“The political is the most intense and extreme antagonism, and every concrete...”
– Carl Schmitt, The Concept of the Political
“If all political tendencies could make use of democracy, then this proved that...”
– Carl Schmitt, The Crisis of Parliamentary Democracy
“Only he who knows his prey better than it knows itself can conquer.”
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They tell me: “you have a bad attitude.” I reply with silence.
They tell me: “you have to be understanding.” I reply with silence.
They tell me: “you have to do more.” I reply with silence.
They tell me: “you need to find more purpose in life.” I burst out laughing.
Suffocating, too hard to breathe
Suffocating, too hard to breathe in a space where everyone else is breathing so much, too much and so heavily. The air becomes stiff and sterile. The lack of variation in rhythm causes short circuits and respiratory failures. The way bodies criss-cross like so many ant colonies, festering on the concrete, bubbling over into irrational outbursts, pinpointed glares, angular movements—all...
January 2010
3 posts
fascination with a full body
skins, bones, muscles, steel, raw nerves decompressed time held in a kitchen cabinet a dry howl and the world comes into view formlessness is given form but simply that inside there is nothing but hollowness opposite to what had happened in its inception
a recognition of what once was I a past time that does not understand us and the us unable to fully understand itself two regimes of...
IV
I
Found a head lying in a pool of muddied water. it belonged to a child. she was only around 6 or 7 years old. her jaw broken in several places, bugs crawling in and out, feasting on her gums and softening enamels. her tongue was slowly breaching into a porous substance, swiss cheese. her face was something that i had seen in a dream when i was younger. quaint and idyllic with no worries...
December 2009
10 posts
Going Underground: America's Shadow Economy →
Total Black Market Value by Products: $1.023... →
“Death, if that is what we want to call this non-actuality, is of all things the...”
“Without work that transforms the real objective World, man cannot really...”
“…sabotage is a reflex of the individual: he submits to it, as to a...”
flat world
Cold flames tessellate in the evening wind, a piece of wood, trees, forests, villages, prairies, wild life, roads, cars …the dead city it will end there a chain of understanding finds its way through all forms of life, from nothing to something. This is where it all begins In the void. We must begin, From the beginning. And so we do begin, From the end.
Louisiana Office Shooting →
Nigerian man charged in Christmas airliner attack →
bound by finitude
dis junc tion
space continues on ad infinitum gazes meet but never collide a silent dissonance between what has always been separate time abruptly stops itself what seemed so long ago never once existed division, subtraction without the necessary addition, multiplication things wander aimlessly without the necessary joy nihilism turned divinely towards the gaping maw her silent parts move...
when the sun sets later everyday
and the winter becomes colder every year
and the years themselves become shorter
you will understand how i breathe, feel, think, am.
wretched children, so filled with avarice, hunger attacking like a 7-eyed beast, come inside me, feel my breath against your fragile lips. children groan with lustful pleasure, birds of prey linger, a naked man disembowels his...
October 2009
7 posts
Tiqquin - Introduction to Civil War [Fragments] →
Tarrying with the Negative
“…one is compelled to take on step further and to conceive of radical Evil as something that ontologically precedes Good by way of opening up the space for it. That is to say, what, precisely, is Evil? Evil is another name for the ‘death-drive,’ for the fixation on some Thing which derails our customary life-circuit. By way of Evil man wrests himself from animal...
On Humanity & Technology
“…humanity has not only to transform its relations of production, but must also fundamentally transform the entire characters of its mode of production, i.e. the productive forces, the so-called technostructure. It must not see its perspective as bound up with any historically transmitted form of the development of needs and their satisfaction, or of the world of products designed for...
Contemporary Tactics on Communisation →
Scatological Communism
Caught in a dense and heavily polluted air, the stench of rotted corpses of doxa and the excrement of hollow ideological ramblings dulls the senses, preventing one to find a way through, yet even to make sense of what is happening. We are not assailed by a force from without, but instead by an overly underwhelming stagnation of the senses, and in particular, the historical sense. Any trajectory...
September 2009
20 posts
The only way into the future is through the past
No future for a world that is flat. An end to it all has already came and past. We find ourselves without any hope and no remorse. Time has ruptured, providing a line of flight away from the endless recurrence of monotonous dead time. It is the now the time of un-time, Benjamin’s Messianic temporality that diverges from ‘ordinary’ time - in other words, Revolutionary Time. ...
Genesis
Apocaplytic noise, the dredges of society pummels through the repetetitive sameness of an inscrutable sound: the sound of banshees, demonaic outcries of lament, but not due to the constant assault of misery, but because of the pure relish of its enjoyment. This is our time, where the inhuman decides to affirm its object-hood. If we are just tools, then let us assemble ourselves like a hideous...
Blinded by the Night
When will I find a way out? Broken doors, endless rummaging through a deserted household, smell of meth in my inner jowl, 12 headless bodies stored under my bed, broken bone charr and isoporyl alcohol attacking the senses. I cannot see, I cannot see, it all becomes a dull sheen, the once sparkling twinkle of the silver guillotine no longer in motion. The world is frozen, the plane is flat, no...
