Про апокалипсис, значение которого в оригинале будет откровение, открытие. Это крайне цветастая проза и целое море эстетического удовольствия. Поэтично, лирично (это ж не одно и то же?), страстно. Trippy, что на русский переводится с трудом. Психоделично. Читать маленькими порциями. Cмаковать. Не спешить, наслаждаться авторским потоком сознания. Рекоммендую всем, кому хочется немного сумасшедствия на тему конца света, причем скорее символичного конца, метамарфозы и перерождения, просветления и осуществления.
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Our philosophies, our technologies, our nuclear submarines and monuments might impress us, but to any right thinking dog, they are less interesting that a juicy bone. Dogs piss on our monuments without a second thought, and the Zen monk pisses in the temple hall. To both the Buddha mind and the canine mind, it is just piss on a rock. Only the everyday human mind, half-awake between the two, is alarmed by the symbolism.
A healthy dog runs around his world of smell, sniffing and secreting, and a happy human lives in the abstract. Our minds produce the sweet flowers of the arts, the sharp thorns of etiquette, the soft grass of banter, and the choking vines of bureaucracy. Everything grows in this shitbag of a brain. If we must have philosophies, and we may be neurologically obliged to, we should at least keep them pruned, so they don't ruin the garden. After all, even the dumbest dog knows not to soil his own kennel.
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I gave up shampoo at the age of fourteen, after hearing that your head produces oils to wash your hair if you let it, and sixteen years of soap dodging later, my hair is fragrant and dashing. At fifteen I rejected brainwashing along with hair-washing, and stopped taking all chemicals except the strictly recreational. On the very rare occasions when I am ill, it passes withing a few days. I treat pain with ganja and breathing.
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The physical is already so complex, why complicate it further with ghost stories? Better to calmly watch for patterns emerging on the surface. Nothing else exists. There aint' no frog, man. There ain't no atman.
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Trying to change things is often like pissing in the wind, and occasionally like pissing on live circuitr. Better to sit back and watch the pattern form.
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The Old Testament is a warrior king's dirty book, the story of a tribe overcoming its neighbours and fighting its way into the land of milk and pussy.
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The virgin planet is long since fucked, rubbed raw by the jealous god manhandling her and intellectual rapists forcing themselfves upon her, siring bastards. She can't help us anymore; she is not presetn at the resurrection. It is time to get a curvier goddess with "remarkable genitals" back on top where she belongs. She is eyeing you across the cosmic dance-floor, waiting for you to come over to her side. Her pheromones permeate the air with significance and the magick of the everyday. Feel her rhythms, and you step gets funkier. Caress her curves and your clumsy desires are transformed. Her dark eyes bewitch, and she invites your embrace. Kiss her and the void is at the tip of your tongue, for she is aching with fertility. She lives for loving touches in the right places, but only a serious pervert goes looking fot the G-spot with and endoscope.
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A holocaust begins in the mind; first opposing opinions are exterminated, and then we follow the leader, goose-stepping down the road to atrocity. The evil things on this planet are not individuals but institutions, not living people but lifeless abstractions, not Nazis but Nazism. Wether the atrocity is dreamt up by a paranoid anti-Semite in shiny boots, a scientist in a white coat, or a celibate celebrant in a silly hat, the evil is built into the system that executes his will.
Goverment is a seething mass of cannibalistic rats, but we swallow it as if our lives depend upon it.
***Check. The Pope is not responsible for your soul. The government is not responsible for your behaviour. The policeman is not responsible for your safety. The doctor is not responsible for your health, nor the psychiatrist for your sanity. The scientist is not responsible for reality, and don't let him get away with it. Law makes people criminal,medicine makes people sick, and none of this benefits anyone except the kings who control the game.
***We are all born into this system, this illusion that compromise is freedom. We grow up blinkered so we don't notice the chains, and before we know it we are to fat to escape them.
***Comrades, let us be radically ourselves.Let us be radically honest and nothing more, because a dark shadow is falling over us. The tower teeters as a monster stomps through its corridors.Tension is rising as imbalance accumulates. It looks like the whole rotten structure is ready to collapse with a gust of wind, and wind speeds are increasing.
Most of our frustration arises from misconception about our place in the universe. We imagine the world was made to satisfy us. The mosquito knows we are here to satisfy her.
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