The Manichees…believed that the body can be spiritualized–or rather, that the body merely contaminates pure spiritand must be rejected. The Gnostic* perfecti (radical dualists)starved themselves to deathto escape the body & returnto the pleroma of pure light. So to evade the evils of the flesh–murder, war, famine, greed–paradoxically only one path remains:murder of one’s…
We might now contemplateaesthetic actions which possesssome of the resonance of terrorism(or “cruelty” as Artaud* put it)aimed at the destruction of abstractions rather than people, at liberation rather than power, pleasure rather than profit, joy rather than fear, “Poetic Terrorism.” Our chosen images have the potency of darkness –but all images are masks, &…
It seems to me there’s a hazard we secular minded folk risk. Our satisfaction, indeed our conviction of the truth of cause and effect becomes a filter, a colored lens of sorts, a type of bias… It goes without saying too, bias allows us perceive anything at all. Without some bias (a lens) we’d…
Sunday arrived early in my case. Was it that two hour nap which I enjoyed yesterday afternoon? Or was it a melange of current events in my subconscious which aroused me at 5:30AM today? Impossible to tell. Anyway it’s a typical chilly mid-western spring day, brilliant sunlight, and everything fades by comparison to the…
These preachers of equality I’ll not be mixed up, confounded with them. This is how justice speaks to me: “Human beings are not equal.” And nor will they ever become so! And what of my dedication to the Overman, if I spoke anything different? ~*~ On a thousand bridges and piers shall they…
THIS isthe tarantula’s den! Would you see the tarantula itself?Here hangs its web: touch this,so that it trembles.There comes the tarantula willingly: Enter, the tarantula! Black on your backis your triangle and symbol;and I know also what is in your soul. ~*~Revenge is in your soul:wherever you bite, there arises black scab;with revenge,…
But I asked once,and my question almost suffocated me:What? Is the rabble alsonecessary for life? Are poisoned fountains necessary,and stinking fires,and filthy dreams,and maggots in the bread of life? Not my hatred, — my loathing, gnawed hungrily at my life!Ah, often my spirit was drained,when I found even the rabble spiritual! And holding my…
LIFE is a well of delight;but where the rabble also drink,thereall fountains are poisoned. To everything clean I am well disposed;but I hate to seethe grinning mouthsand the thirst of the unclean. They cast their eye down into the fountain:and now glance up to metheir odious smile out of the fountain. They poisoned the…
Why did I startle in my dream, so that I awoke? That is the question isn’t it? Dreams and night visions are the stuff of literature. The story of Macbeth comes to mind. No one knows for sure from whence comes a dream. I remember talking about dreams with a therapist. She recognized dreams…
When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he paused, like one who had not said his last word; and long did he balance the staff doubtfully in his hand. At last he said this – and his voice had changed: I now go alone, my disciples! You also must now go away alone! So will…
