Re: The Song of Solo man

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From: Kenneth Johnson <kenn@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
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Sent: Monday, May 29, 2000 8:07 PM
Subject: The Song of Solo man

Bravo Ken!

One of the best and most powerful pieces of writing I?ve ever seen on the
net! You are a root that has torn itself free from the collapsing bridge
structure of Heideggerian conventionalism.   You thrash about above the
water like some vengeful flailing octopus.     From the submerged thick bowl
of vapid phd-ily your Medusa's head of wriggling; threshing roots emerges
from the water and winds itself around the necks of the goggle-eyed
terrified victims.

 A groaning, grinding roar floats up from the impacted mass of
obsequiousness, and diverticulitis and Christian masonry that chokes up the
abominable flood below us.  We watch as in slow motion the dam begins to
slide.  The pressure of backed-up verbal diarrhoea is inexorable.   With a
shudder, the mass shifts as the whole parenchymatic system begins a slow
roll. We watch helplessly as the screaming heads of the Heideggerites
together with their ribbon tied buckets of ordure are dragged slowly beneath
the surface of the bubbling water  until only their sodden floating
mortarboards remain.
There is a moaning sigh and the mass of wooden sticks and sycophantic mud
holding this force back starts to move away, forced by the joyful, leaping,
burgeoning, mass body of water.
After it?s over, we lie there silently, panting on the list side.  Only sobs
and the tentative sound of birdsong break the sudden silence, the wind has
stopped. The poisonous inanities of black-clad, po-faced faithful regulars
of the joyless must have damaged the roots and weakened the strength of the
bridge.
There, dangling on the end of a thin, sinuous root that protrudes from the
collapsed riverside - swaying in the keening wind -  is a pair of pendant
bloodied human testicles ? Heidegger's balls.

Please don?t leave the list ? or if you do ? please take me with you!

Catweasel.




>
> "There is only one useful action", said Camus' Conqueror, "to remake man
> and the earth. I shall never remake man, but one must do 'as if'".
>
> In Camus judgement, man versus the universe makes man an absurd being and
> this absurdity makes it impossible to remake him. But now that man is over
> what remains is neither absurd nor its opposite because what remains is
> that force which allowed Camus to even make such a judgement, and now that
> same force allows a different clearer judgement to be made, one based on
> what its philosopher forms that have appeared after Camus have wrought.
The
> two most important forces toward these new dis-coverings of force are
> Deleuze and Foucault.
>
> Make no mistake, there are two distinctly different interpretations of the
> life force today, the forward take charge emotional force that rises from
a
> sensibility toward Nietzsche as the premier unconditional force of will to
> power, and those that spend microscopic hours bent squinting over their
> inkwells splitting syllables and peeking inside them looking for a krack
> toward breaking some code and thusways to reveal some labyrinthine god
> hidden somewhere within them.
>
> No response to my last urgent post, no showing here on Heidegger's List
> except more religiositous sandheaded squinteyed mystifucationalisms
> appearing to be all oh so deep be-neath the surface, as if you all saw
deep
> into the real heavens more clearly by looking down, head bowed in rote
> converse with the wondrous stars of heaven only as they are reflected off
> the surface of a murky swamp pond, all manner of shadowy poisonous
> creatures rippling these images into slithery wakes, poison fanged willowy
> creatures darkly quaking the prosaic Heideggerianal psychic peace as it
> strokes your cortex with the riffles and quivers in these swamp gas
> breezes, as if these murky star reflections were an enlightening magic
lamp
> revealing something deeper than this mere quavering  - - - - all this,
> instead of boldly looking straight up directly on into the same cold
> brilliant trillion star clear night sky which Nietzsche looked so deeply
> into.
>
> Yes, in the course of those profoundly moving events that kindle a man's
> lifework it is important to spend an occasional moment along its way in
> ponder before the almost expressionless face (there is of course its mona
> lisa smile) at the surface of the deep, which, despite all reactive
> cowardly desires is all you can really see; but it is quite another to get
> your face hypnotically stuck face on with Leonardo's face, running
> uselessly down a centuries deep rut, utterly wasting your livingwillness
on
> all this useless murky godsearch shit! I know, you imagine you are "doing"
> microscopic philosophic-laboring in this field, searching for that one
> grain of sand inside which is written in binary code byte by byte the
tome:
> "The Truth". But for one who has ears behind his ears, ears that have
> finally been cleared of millennia of wax, all that is really heard
> emanating from your child's sandbox are those plaintive songs sung out of
a
> deep spiritual uncleanliness and childishly deep self-deceit, a will to
> nothingness, nihilism as artform and strong life as the loser, necessary
to
> be villianized.
>
> Against all this frightened dread of the "existential" (now there's a word
> N would have thrown up on) inwardness of first making existence into a
> puzzle and then writing upon this puzzle tomes of puzzling out strategies
> all phd-ily written, the Xexperience contrarily gives bright hope to the
> real force that hopes, which is WtP made conscious of itself as itself!  A
> hope that the techno-logic mind can be united by philosophy as the
> strongest "why?" force known in reality and which force was first
> dis-covered not by a technocrat but by a philosopher. I see no bright hope
> otherwise in philosophy or technocracy, the best you offer here is a
> compelling, not a freeing up, of force, even if this "why?" compel of
> philosophy turns out by luck to not have head-in-sand transcendence
instead
> of strong free will/force as its engine.
>
> There is a dam at the fountainhead of the strong free life force today,
you
> on Heidegger's list are a major portion of the wooden sticks and mud
> holding this force back. Some small philosophic explosive force is urgent,
> now as never before, to explode this new massive runaway unthought
> technology tangle. Were that you were sticks of dynamite, but you are no
> wills to dynamite. The only thing going on here is a subjecting of the
> simple arbritrary logo-ical sign, which was made up only and merely and
> solely for the useful designating of something, and exerting it to such an
> intense pressure of 'being' all aimed as mindforce on some hidden god in
> order to flush this shy creatureless creature out from behind a tree; a
> real man could only be disgusted at this frail flailing useless waste of
> strong force on mere dreamwork and most especially now, here at a
threshold
> moment of Earth.
>
> So it's only left here for me to say, go on, and on, and on, diving into
> your deepest desire of despising inferior nature and the natural; stay
> sited, and sighting on, the quivers from out of the midnight lampsoot
> stained ivory towers you cower inside allwhile sipping daintily your
> hogshead's of 'complexity' tea brewed from your murky mind infectious star
> reflecting pondwater. There are no men here!  Only initiates into the
> quivery mystery rite, performance art, an act entirely played out within
> the syllabic breakdown of broken links that nevertheless "mean" so much,
> truly a negative will, a will to nothingness, a flaneurity that "appears"
> to be 'o so busy with important busi-ness, mere idea capitalists garnering
> market share with a commodity in demand, bible production machines with
> quotas, tenure worshipers of the pure calculative, stamping out assembly
> line machinic spirits at the expense of real living spirit while
generously
> throwing in for slightly extra fee a "professional" "awe of the origin",
by
> pretending you can see with your byte by byte calculations a glimpse of
the
> origin of the origin of the ori-gin, something of that vague some-thing
> which hides out inside a few syll-ables, as units of merely re-decored
> calculation and all so decorously stupid and not really even art at all,
> not even primitive art, lacking any of the real sarcastic so necessary to
> this subject. You think you are in pursuit of something deep but it is you
> who are pursued by your own deep childhood psychology. Grow up kids!
> Presuppose something higher than merely a syllabic mystery, victims of a
> psycho-logoidiocy, please!!
>
> But you'll merely add all this up too into your same tired sum since it is
> not within your subject power of calculated judging to judge this judge -
> at all!!!!!!  You are merely bees, dancing out your messages of where the
> pollen is, or rather, the len in the pol, the sacred syl-labic splitting
> game entitled "the sacred", playing the role of sacred minded queen bee
> priests, instead of eagles nesting over an abyss. You are all in the
> busi-ness of selling ribbon tied buckets filled with "The Eternal Smile"
in
> quivery bible prose, molting the masses into "God's Little Traveling
> Salesmen" each one of you, just as you no doubt all have golden rosaries
> stored somewhere in the secret recesses of your hearts. Perhaps you should
> try to move upladder, "to be" at least a presuppose of man, to Islam.
>
> "Heidegger's List" is all a pretty disgusting sight to pure will to power,
> as pure WtP thus saith, "What hath my reactivity wrought when I knew not
my
> real self? And when o when will I ever know my self widely, and so
dispense
> my reactive and become active and strong?? When will my reactive parts
ever
> veer off from the easy subject-rutted southern foggy road to Rome and turn
> itself on to the higher harder unrutted non-subjectified clear north road
> running toward Hyperborea?" Thus spaketh Will to Power!
>
> mes amis,
> Kenneth
>
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