VINTAGE RE-POST FROM MARCH 18, 2020: PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL PT 2

  1 The thing about a Plague Spring is that Life goes on and problems/ jokes/ boons/ non-sequiturial minutiae and various challenges keep coming that have nothing to do with the so-called Plague. You may stub a toe, find a diamond ring on a finger in the bushes (don’t forget to boil it first, kids!), sight a UFO on a cloudy Sunday night or lick your mate’s armpit and taste licorice, even, and all in defiance of the (supposed) Plague’s efforts to dominate your thoughts and experiences. This Plague Spring Journal is not, therefore,  plague-centric.  For example…  (puffs contemplatively on … Continue reading VINTAGE RE-POST FROM MARCH 18, 2020: PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL PT 2

AMERICA: A ONE-ACT PLAGUE

1-A COAT OF PAINT It’s as though a Realtor sold you on a house infested with termites but because the Realtor was handsome and smooth, you bought it anyway, ignoring the obvious Red Flags. The problem worsened over the years to the extent that anytime you chose to finally face the problem, you’d be facing an Absolute Nightmare. So you chose to ignore it, and pretend the house was structurally sound, and much-improved, every time you put a new coat of paint on it. But you know, deep down, the problem is still there, and getting worse by the minute. … Continue reading AMERICA: A ONE-ACT PLAGUE

PARABLE

The Farmer walks by one day holding a large hammer. “Aha!” say the Cattle, “He’s a Hammerist!” Two days later, however, the Farmer is seen by the Cattle to be toting a saw. “Nope,” reconsider some of the Cattle,  sagely, “He’s a Sawist.”  Some of the Cattle snort in response to that proclamation. “He only wants you to think he’s a Sawist because we caught him being a Hammerist. He’s definitely a Hammerist.” Likewise, and later that same day, a select few of the Cattle happen to see the Farmer behind the cow shed,  worrying a plank, with what they … Continue reading PARABLE

WE, the SMUPID

1. Everybody’s individual consciousness is a governing committee of shiftingly dominant and subordinate minds of unstable size and strength,  25-60% of which may be titanically stupid at any given moment. 2. “Everything good is torn straight down;  everything shit is crowned:  by which sick imperative behind whose clown?” 3. The minute after you are born you are not so much adding one human body to a pre-existing collection of  billions of human bodies as you are adding one minute of experience to civilization’s pre-existing accumulation of c. 15,000 years: to what extent is this mathematical  imbalance rectified by the time … Continue reading WE, the SMUPID

THE MOST TERRIFYING PREDATORS ARE ONLY VISIBLE IN HINDSIGHT

“Stubbornness is stupidity for smart people.” —-Pastor Prime 1 INWARD The irony of nearly all prophylactic meditations on Fascism  is that almost every meditation of that type will miss what is most  urgently fascist in the culture, of the text’s author, at the time she/he is writing it. This peril-specific blindness is an inevitable feature in the rise (and rise and rise)  of Fascism and functions very much like an evolutionary adaptation in the animal kingdom:  the parasite inoculates the host against the host’s ability to properly identify the parasite, as though the torso of a bather, who is mildly … Continue reading THE MOST TERRIFYING PREDATORS ARE ONLY VISIBLE IN HINDSIGHT

THE GLITTER PILL CHRONICLES

“Fuck the red pill, fuck the blue and fuck the black, too: my color of choice, in worldview-altering pills,  is ‘glitter’ !”—Pastor Prime 1POWER TO DA PEEP-HOLES The old white men running the world have managed a long, effective and cynically-ironic campaign to demonize Logic and Facts as “white” and “male” and to privilege raw emotions as cardinal, female and virtuously  “of color”. Because one thing the old white men running the world hate is how Logic and Facts, if granted enough credibility,  can undermine Propaganda. For Propaganda (the most powerful organs of which are owned by the old white … Continue reading THE GLITTER PILL CHRONICLES

RACE TRICK, VIRUS TRICK, SCIENCE TRICK: WHOOSH

PREAMBLE First you must learn the things which The State appears to want to teach you. Then you must learn (under your own guidance)  what The State is and why.  Bearing in mind that additional information,  you eventually learn what it really is that The State has taught you,  and why,  and what you have become as a result, and only then are you in a position to begin to learn, really,  what The State actually is: the Aggregation of every possible variant of You working against Yourself on behalf of a parasitical “elite”. Never forget the tautological aspect to … Continue reading RACE TRICK, VIRUS TRICK, SCIENCE TRICK: WHOOSH

SMERSH, SPECTRE, KAOS, WHO

PREAMBLE: A BEDTIME PARABLE FOR CLEVER LITTLE TWATLETS   You have two old friends, Ollie and Zeke. . Ollie appears to be rather well off (fancy car and clothes) but he has swindled you many times in the past. Being an amiable sort, you largely forget these swindles soon after each one happens  (call these past swindles “WMD,” “Ebola,” “Sars,” “Gulf of Tonkin,” “Red Scare,” “Mad Cow,” “Bird Flu,””Heterosexual HIV,” “9/11,” “Libya,”  “Central Park Wildings,” “Lone Gunmen of Various Vintages,” “Peak Oil,” “Ozone Holes,” “Zika,” “Soon to be Submerged Coastal Cities,” “FBI sting-operations against Improbable Jihadis,” et al). Zeke, on … Continue reading SMERSH, SPECTRE, KAOS, WHO

THE NIGHTINGALE: A MEDITATION

Went for a walk with Wife in the crisp light under the blaze-blue lid on the sky,  a walk in a different direction,  toward a sweetly second-rate park where we stopped in the shade of a cluster of slim-trunked trees and bushes blossoming in blossoms identical to the bone-white trefoil buttons of my grandmother’s last new coat. There we became attentive to the song of a bird which Wife informed me was a nightingale, performing for us at 11am. Wife and I spent quite a while trying to spot this nightingale and our shared sensation became,  increasingly,  that of a … Continue reading THE NIGHTINGALE: A MEDITATION

FLATTENING ALL CURVES ON THE IRONY BOARD or ALL HAIL THE NEW FEAR

Just skimmed, within a nausea-inducing vortex of hyper-vigilant irony, the tepid new George Saunders ditty in The New Yorker. The story is a dull contraption designed to give its readers the fantods about a post-Trumpian near-future in which one’s emails are routinely read by sinister forces (much like the experience of actual citizens of the past 20 years, and Now, then) and so forth. But reading Saunders’ bit of unintentional black humor, the dystopia didn’t feel like a post-Trumpian nightmare of one or two administrations hence… it felt like Life in a “liberal democracy” under CoronaVid next week. I could … Continue reading FLATTENING ALL CURVES ON THE IRONY BOARD or ALL HAIL THE NEW FEAR

QUARANZINE: THE APRIL LOOMS EDITION

  ***FLASH FICTION OF THE QUARANTINE 1the gold doughnut Dirk B. got wind of the underground Cough-In raves from a friend of a friend of a friend who pushed an ironically-wrapped (old sandwich bag including crumbs) note through the slit in his door at an obscene hour like ten in the morning or something.  The slit in Dirk’s door had a hinged aluminum guard over it so whenever bills or proliferating pizza-delivery flyers slipped through it woke Dirk up with a clank. When the note about the underground Cough-In rave slipped through, Dirk was dreaming of gold, doughnut-sized doughnuts glazed … Continue reading QUARANZINE: THE APRIL LOOMS EDITION

PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL PT 3

____1 Berlin, day and night, now,  looks like a De Chirico painting. One very nearly has the trains and buses to oneself. I popped into a supermarket for an emergency supply of one blue can of smoked almonds and could picture myself on the security camera’s abandoned screens,  monitored with timestamped machine boredom from very high and forgotten angles, up and down each empty aisle, stopping here and there to peer more closely, without touching,  at a bottle or a bag, youthful spring in my step and an imperceptible temptation to sing an unselfconscious aria as I eventually reached for … Continue reading PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL PT 3

PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL

  1 A former acquaintance (“academic activist”) posted this, recently, on Twitter, and I marveled at his *apparent* naïveté  regarding A) Bernie B) The System. “how is it that in the whole country there is only one @BernieSanders who dares to challenge the prevailing orthodoxy like this? Of all the ivy league-educated establishment with all their smart critical acumen, no-one dares to speak truth to power, though the people long for it.” Because credible (uncompromised) speakers of Truth-to-Power are never allowed unfiltered access to national platforms; anyone with constant access to such platforms is, logically, suspect. Pinning hopes for change … Continue reading PLAGUE SPRING JOURNAL