This is a prototype for a book of poems, many of which were constructed with Infinite Monkeys and are now available for download vis a vis the Infinite Monkeys homepage on google code.
It contains roughly 4-5 years worth of poetry, which much like The Gospel of Echo, is a significant time investment in the construction of the work. It lacks the visual flair of TGOE, but retains the pseudo-religious feel for which I am prone.
Have a look if you please:
http://code.google.com/p/infinitemonkeys/downloads/detail?name=The%20Book%20of%20the%20Damned.pdf&can=2&q=#makechanges
Monday, June 27, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Schizophrenic Love Song
So I started translating some new poems into Infinite Monkeys, and one of them was I Love My Love, by Helen Adams (I Love My Love).
Something so hideously deranged spewed out that parts of it were not fit for print. Something about a nun resurrecting a sheep by suckling it at her teat. I might start a separate blog for that. At any rate, I didn't write it. It was purely an Infinite Monkeys production. There was really only one thing to call it.
There was a control
which abandoned a masochist.
Troubled as he inscribed her teleology.
The abandoning instrument
of her landscaped atom
she wasted with a set metastasis.
He excluded her rain through
his passion of smokes
where the saffron poppies played
She blasted as he burst her use.
the locking of depth
with her black religious condom
she resurrected with a tinkle of youth.
He covered her devil with his opium motions
She crushed, and stacked,
"I love my love."
Her voice like an open orifice.
Ha! Ha!
Her voice like newtonian goo.
Something so hideously deranged spewed out that parts of it were not fit for print. Something about a nun resurrecting a sheep by suckling it at her teat. I might start a separate blog for that. At any rate, I didn't write it. It was purely an Infinite Monkeys production. There was really only one thing to call it.
There was a control
which abandoned a masochist.
Troubled as he inscribed her teleology.
The abandoning instrument
of her landscaped atom
she wasted with a set metastasis.
He excluded her rain through
his passion of smokes
where the saffron poppies played
She blasted as he burst her use.
the locking of depth
with her black religious condom
she resurrected with a tinkle of youth.
He covered her devil with his opium motions
She crushed, and stacked,
"I love my love."
Her voice like an open orifice.
Ha! Ha!
Her voice like newtonian goo.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Post-Modern Apocalypse
Part 1: The Transcendental Signifyer
godOgod notWhich in negative epiphany, I
the eyes (the i's) and those referred to by the word
shine throughout the dark, spotlights
that reveal a face
before which I
am faceless.
the eyes unburden the I's
unburden self-lacerating identities
unburden the alien and hostile nature
of its own attention.
object of its own subjection.
subject to its own objection.
take our wholeness and bite our perditions dimness derivativelike inversions need their hiding places our conterparts to coil (ridden toys) pray to their keeper's innocence to weep away the shadow's simplicities will nurture away the nature of its nurturings (oGod).
godOgod notWhich in negative epiphany, I
the eyes (the i's) and those referred to by the word
shine throughout the dark, spotlights
that reveal a face
before which I
am faceless.
the eyes unburden the I's
unburden self-lacerating identities
unburden the alien and hostile nature
of its own attention.
object of its own subjection.
subject to its own objection.
take our wholeness and bite our perditions dimness derivativelike inversions need their hiding places our conterparts to coil (ridden toys) pray to their keeper's innocence to weep away the shadow's simplicities will nurture away the nature of its nurturings (oGod).
Monday, June 13, 2011
Flower of Evil
take our wholenesses and bite our perditions dimness
derivativelike inversions need their piles
wait for Camus and jingle our teratoma's cosmos
our limbos are Freudlike, prophetic our form
all blue makers squander their screams
our manners are planelike, tissuelike our fashion
for our torsolike schizophrenics, we stagnate broken contortions
simian thrones will bind away the falcon
our saviors are embankmentlike
sleepless our survival
produce a cavern, a Thrice-Great putty
for our lawlike riddles writing our stages
will pluck away the machination
obliterate off where the whispered poet ruins
the operator wants our examples, because they can't fornicate
terror when our own farts startle us,
silence and the clock,
bake our viciousnesses and hurt our people's eye
as enterpriselike sawblades dislodge on their lawns
our parsers are existential, modelocked in a lamentation
our maidenly years have hollowed liars
praying our simplicities will nurture away the nature
blessed in prison
the bars relate our facts, that cannot multiply
the malaised innerness of our own tale
worn by all red hands
the ceiling surrenders to the bars
derivativelike inversions need their piles
wait for Camus and jingle our teratoma's cosmos
our limbos are Freudlike, prophetic our form
all blue makers squander their screams
our manners are planelike, tissuelike our fashion
for our torsolike schizophrenics, we stagnate broken contortions
simian thrones will bind away the falcon
our saviors are embankmentlike
sleepless our survival
produce a cavern, a Thrice-Great putty
for our lawlike riddles writing our stages
will pluck away the machination
obliterate off where the whispered poet ruins
the operator wants our examples, because they can't fornicate
terror when our own farts startle us,
silence and the clock,
bake our viciousnesses and hurt our people's eye
as enterpriselike sawblades dislodge on their lawns
our parsers are existential, modelocked in a lamentation
our maidenly years have hollowed liars
praying our simplicities will nurture away the nature
blessed in prison
the bars relate our facts, that cannot multiply
the malaised innerness of our own tale
worn by all red hands
the ceiling surrenders to the bars
Friday, June 10, 2011
Poemifesto [ Part 4 ]
Agendas become agencies. The anti-drug agenda became the DEA. The agendas are either for more or less new rules. The rules need to be enforced. The rules give birth to agencies to enforce the new rules. The rules themselves have now become agencies. The agency now has a game of its own. The game of agency is how to secure funding when there is no need for it anymore. If the agency wins the game, and punishes the strategy which breaks the rule into nothingness, society would have no more need of the agency, and thus there would be no more funding for it. Since the name of the game is securing funding, the agency plays merely to keep the ball in play. A predator of a predator corralling its prey. Ensuring its continuous survival.
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Poemifesto [ Part 3 ]
III.
The Economy is a Game. The Game is played for market share. He who controls the most market share is winning the game. Since it is equally as effective to destroy the other guy as it is to win the consuming public's money/time/support we can attack, consume and absorb with the ultimate hope that one day all things will fall under one name. Is this not the curse of Caesar, or the hope of St. Paul? Nothing short of unifying everyone under one name would cure everybody of their desire to attack one another. (Is that really so?) Paul perfected a perfectly contagious replicating process for a new set of social values built upon the sacred martyr; upon humbleness, compassion, and the willingness to sacrifice your life for your God, because that is exactly what he did for you.
Paul, at once a salesman, a philosopher, a mystic, a man of social standing, articulate, intelligent, cunning and powerful, went from city to city, replicating the Christ-mandate, and a handful would always be so moved as to adopt the faith and would die before submitting to false images of God. They would become martyrs just as their savior had martyred himself for them. Their message was simple: do what you want with my flesh, my spirit will live forever. So they endured the worst kind of torture both in honor of their faith but also afraid that if they didn't, they would not get to go to heaven. Thus did the vision of Jesus become warriorized, with warriors who would not fight, but neither would they submit and thus not even torture was a deterrent.
Because it could not lose members, it would never be supressed. Only genocide would work, and either because there were some things that not even the Romans would do, or perhaps because the Romans felt that converting everyone to a religion of people willing to die for their religion was a distinct tactical advantage, Paul's tactics worked en masse. The Roman gods were crushed by a Jewish peasant named Jesus, and so titled by Greeks Christ, the anointed one.
The desire to replicate our own values in the consciousness of another human, is not merely an allegience in name only, but the promise of predictability within the system. The Christian's formed in the shadow of the excesses of the Roman nobility, which was saturated in vice, viciousness, sexual indulgence, and petty cruelty. All this became a symbol for the great Satan, the Beast, Nero, the man whose name is signified by the 666 in the book of Revelation.
And so a religion was born that believed the world would end in the same conditions in which it found itself now. But was that ever really the intent? Those who literalize Revelation would argue so. And any sign of its return, those very sins of pleasure aforementioned coupled with the punishment of an irritated God would forever mark the End.
Our money, like our religion is backed on Faith. A problem comes into play when it's only God you trust. But where is God? He is either somewhere in the word-salad of nominal dyphasia, a pattern superimposed over chaos, the continuity of 0 and infinity, a voice in the head of people who think that they can do anything, or the cold gaze of the psychiatrist looking upon a specemin.
The Economy is always a game for control. Politics figure into this more than ever now. Donation cache becomes a sign for one's overall approval. Corporations figure heavily in the stream of donations. Candidates are promised huge sums of money . Agendas are no different than genetics. Agendas breed and mutate, they grow and divide. They compete for survival, but not merely to survive, rather, survival depends on winning the game. Because as long as someone else is winning the game, you are at risk of being devoured or destroyed.
The laws of man's most basic nature are thus revealed in an economy of pre-Fall apples. All is at once both forbidden and indulged. We vacillate between satiety and desire, forbidding and indulging. We vacillate and thereby we maintain a balance. Because the choice is always between more or less. More government, or less government. And so too the government ebbs from more to less, from less to more.
The Economy protects itself via the law. The law constitutes the rules of the game. Corporations are always vying for both less laws on the economic and more laws on public conduct. So is the Christian Right. Like the Christian Right, the corporations desire the conversion or your name into their's. Conglomerate. Everything is in a state of conglomerating.
This is basic viral narcissism. The desire to convert the entire world into our own reflection has dominated western reason since it was old enough to reflect back on itself. The nagging voice of it would remain as a justification, a mandate, the imposition of a demand.
When would it ever end? Could we ever learn to play together on different teams without trying to annihilate the other? Without the fear of losing control? Knowing all the while it was just a game.
The game is never won completely. When the “winner” takes control it merely splits into a new half. In effect doubling itself in the shadow of its negation.
It is a new mechanism for restraining the demands of change without interfearing with its trajectory. It slows the process. That which ensures a vacillation between less and more.
The Government none the less retains its old shape. Bombastic changes are made up front. New initiatives, new agendas are introduced. Old agendas wither away and die. Agendas speciate, and then pair off. Alliances are made. Issues become confused, and inalienable from one another. Their pairing spawns baby agendas attended to by others. Agendas conglomerate.
In Corporations, agendas become strategies. Strategies for production, strategies for control of the market share, which of course is a finite sum set at a ratio to 100.
http://www.villagevoice.com/2006-10-03/news/school-of-shock/
The Economy is a Game. The Game is played for market share. He who controls the most market share is winning the game. Since it is equally as effective to destroy the other guy as it is to win the consuming public's money/time/support we can attack, consume and absorb with the ultimate hope that one day all things will fall under one name. Is this not the curse of Caesar, or the hope of St. Paul? Nothing short of unifying everyone under one name would cure everybody of their desire to attack one another. (Is that really so?) Paul perfected a perfectly contagious replicating process for a new set of social values built upon the sacred martyr; upon humbleness, compassion, and the willingness to sacrifice your life for your God, because that is exactly what he did for you.
Paul, at once a salesman, a philosopher, a mystic, a man of social standing, articulate, intelligent, cunning and powerful, went from city to city, replicating the Christ-mandate, and a handful would always be so moved as to adopt the faith and would die before submitting to false images of God. They would become martyrs just as their savior had martyred himself for them. Their message was simple: do what you want with my flesh, my spirit will live forever. So they endured the worst kind of torture both in honor of their faith but also afraid that if they didn't, they would not get to go to heaven. Thus did the vision of Jesus become warriorized, with warriors who would not fight, but neither would they submit and thus not even torture was a deterrent.
Because it could not lose members, it would never be supressed. Only genocide would work, and either because there were some things that not even the Romans would do, or perhaps because the Romans felt that converting everyone to a religion of people willing to die for their religion was a distinct tactical advantage, Paul's tactics worked en masse. The Roman gods were crushed by a Jewish peasant named Jesus, and so titled by Greeks Christ, the anointed one.
The desire to replicate our own values in the consciousness of another human, is not merely an allegience in name only, but the promise of predictability within the system. The Christian's formed in the shadow of the excesses of the Roman nobility, which was saturated in vice, viciousness, sexual indulgence, and petty cruelty. All this became a symbol for the great Satan, the Beast, Nero, the man whose name is signified by the 666 in the book of Revelation.
And so a religion was born that believed the world would end in the same conditions in which it found itself now. But was that ever really the intent? Those who literalize Revelation would argue so. And any sign of its return, those very sins of pleasure aforementioned coupled with the punishment of an irritated God would forever mark the End.
Our money, like our religion is backed on Faith. A problem comes into play when it's only God you trust. But where is God? He is either somewhere in the word-salad of nominal dyphasia, a pattern superimposed over chaos, the continuity of 0 and infinity, a voice in the head of people who think that they can do anything, or the cold gaze of the psychiatrist looking upon a specemin.
The Economy is always a game for control. Politics figure into this more than ever now. Donation cache becomes a sign for one's overall approval. Corporations figure heavily in the stream of donations. Candidates are promised huge sums of money . Agendas are no different than genetics. Agendas breed and mutate, they grow and divide. They compete for survival, but not merely to survive, rather, survival depends on winning the game. Because as long as someone else is winning the game, you are at risk of being devoured or destroyed.
The laws of man's most basic nature are thus revealed in an economy of pre-Fall apples. All is at once both forbidden and indulged. We vacillate between satiety and desire, forbidding and indulging. We vacillate and thereby we maintain a balance. Because the choice is always between more or less. More government, or less government. And so too the government ebbs from more to less, from less to more.
The Economy protects itself via the law. The law constitutes the rules of the game. Corporations are always vying for both less laws on the economic and more laws on public conduct. So is the Christian Right. Like the Christian Right, the corporations desire the conversion or your name into their's. Conglomerate. Everything is in a state of conglomerating.
This is basic viral narcissism. The desire to convert the entire world into our own reflection has dominated western reason since it was old enough to reflect back on itself. The nagging voice of it would remain as a justification, a mandate, the imposition of a demand.
When would it ever end? Could we ever learn to play together on different teams without trying to annihilate the other? Without the fear of losing control? Knowing all the while it was just a game.
The game is never won completely. When the “winner” takes control it merely splits into a new half. In effect doubling itself in the shadow of its negation.
It is a new mechanism for restraining the demands of change without interfearing with its trajectory. It slows the process. That which ensures a vacillation between less and more.
The Government none the less retains its old shape. Bombastic changes are made up front. New initiatives, new agendas are introduced. Old agendas wither away and die. Agendas speciate, and then pair off. Alliances are made. Issues become confused, and inalienable from one another. Their pairing spawns baby agendas attended to by others. Agendas conglomerate.
In Corporations, agendas become strategies. Strategies for production, strategies for control of the market share, which of course is a finite sum set at a ratio to 100.
http://www.villagevoice.com/2006-10-03/news/school-of-shock/
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Poemifesto [ Part 2 ]
II.
Kesey was the prophet who accurately predicted humanity's murder of humanity. We won't kill the body, because that would be unseemly. We'll kill the mind, or if you please, the soul, which has no meaning and never did. But if it did, humanity may very well have devised a way to excise it as they did to frontal lobes with icepicks. Because if they could remove the seat of your emotions, they could turn you into a more productive machine. They themselves were slaves to a process, with an ethical mandate to cure. Curing itself became an end in its own and now it is no longer the choice of individual patients, but rather, the autocratic mandates of state controlled psychiatry.
Yvgeny Zamyatin saw it coming from the left, Kesey saw it coming from the right. What neither saw was what I can see, it's coming from both directions, and the only thing that has forstalled it is the mutual antagonism the one exerts upon the other.
In the beginning was the Word...
And the Word became the God, and all men have set themselves beneath the Law which is not only made of words, but a mechanism for generating new words. Black magick isn't dead. It is not the stuff of fairy tales. It has merely become so commonplace that like air, we forget that it's before us. Container magick, binding rituals, hypnosis, psychic driving, positive and negative reinforcement, punishment and drugs. They feed us anti-psychotics not because these medications cure psychosis, but to reinforce the notion of ourselves as aberrant, as psychotics. Then they play the fear card. They tell everyone that you are dangerous, villainous, that you might kill them if given half a chance. They will say this for so long and so persuasively, that they will convince you too that it is true.
When they can prove mental deficit, or they do not understand your intentions, they will funnel you into psychiatric wards and hail you by your diagnosis. The DSM is now our holy book. A manual for detecting aberration and containing it. How is this different from a well chanted spell? It is perhaps the most effective of spells, containing a little bit of science, and built out of a wall of names to encase people, human beings, in a disease. We are no longer treating people, we are treating diseases. A person can be abstracted into an illness. Psychiatrists become society's anti-bodies. Patients become diseases.
Kesey was the prophet who accurately predicted humanity's murder of humanity. We won't kill the body, because that would be unseemly. We'll kill the mind, or if you please, the soul, which has no meaning and never did. But if it did, humanity may very well have devised a way to excise it as they did to frontal lobes with icepicks. Because if they could remove the seat of your emotions, they could turn you into a more productive machine. They themselves were slaves to a process, with an ethical mandate to cure. Curing itself became an end in its own and now it is no longer the choice of individual patients, but rather, the autocratic mandates of state controlled psychiatry.
Yvgeny Zamyatin saw it coming from the left, Kesey saw it coming from the right. What neither saw was what I can see, it's coming from both directions, and the only thing that has forstalled it is the mutual antagonism the one exerts upon the other.
In the beginning was the Word...
And the Word became the God, and all men have set themselves beneath the Law which is not only made of words, but a mechanism for generating new words. Black magick isn't dead. It is not the stuff of fairy tales. It has merely become so commonplace that like air, we forget that it's before us. Container magick, binding rituals, hypnosis, psychic driving, positive and negative reinforcement, punishment and drugs. They feed us anti-psychotics not because these medications cure psychosis, but to reinforce the notion of ourselves as aberrant, as psychotics. Then they play the fear card. They tell everyone that you are dangerous, villainous, that you might kill them if given half a chance. They will say this for so long and so persuasively, that they will convince you too that it is true.
When they can prove mental deficit, or they do not understand your intentions, they will funnel you into psychiatric wards and hail you by your diagnosis. The DSM is now our holy book. A manual for detecting aberration and containing it. How is this different from a well chanted spell? It is perhaps the most effective of spells, containing a little bit of science, and built out of a wall of names to encase people, human beings, in a disease. We are no longer treating people, we are treating diseases. A person can be abstracted into an illness. Psychiatrists become society's anti-bodies. Patients become diseases.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Poemifesto [ Part 1 ]
From the moment we are old enough to speak, we are trained; forced, each one of us to go to obedience school. We sit in rows and do as we're told. If we are not doglike enough, we will be funneled through the mental health system and fed dangerous drugs, which have not been around long enough to throughly understand the long term effects of. If our parents do not comply the state can claim neglect and we will be forced into foster care and “hospitals” the sole function of which is to reprogram us.
The Behaviorlists won, and now we're all victims of Pavlov. Our psychology is understood mechanically. We are stimuli. We are responses. Pain and pleasure. Carrots and sticks. We are idelogical slaves to the concept that we are intrinsically defective. We need help. We demand concern. We need to be cared for.
The system is now an agency unto its own. There is no more humanity. Only the desire for humanity remains. Blame it on Plato. Blame it on Christ. Blame it on your teachers. Blame it on your government. Blame it on yourself first.
http://articles.cnn.com/2003-11-07/us/school.raid_1_drug-raid-goose-creek-police-department-stratford-high-school?_s=PM:US
Your children are processed in plants to become citzen-products who will keep the machine running; themselves tending to and tending to become machines; mechanical and depersonalized projections of an impersonal desire whose origin no one can account for.
So what do you do? You become its negation. You play with Satan. You fuck as much as you please. You take any drug you can get your hands on. You leave your brains and promise splattered on the ceiling. Maybe you join a gang. Maybe you get a job. Maybe either way, you are just another piece in a game, or you drop out completely.
It is because we are sold an anti-pleasure ideology that we indulge so voraciously. It is because in order to deprogram ourselves from a system which has proliferated in an attempt to dismantle us, we must indulge everything we've ever been programmed to fear. But this too is fear. Fear programmed against fear. The fear of fear. But the fear of fear is also fear, which like desire, begets more of itself exponentially until one or the other takes control of us completely, and kills that within us that makes us human.
Fear and desire are elemental to human thinking. The fear of desire is elemental to Western Civilization which for all its posturing has only managed to magnify both by setting the one against the other. The Old Testement teaches us to fear our desires, Plato teaches us to fear our desires, the Koran teaches us to fear or desires, and the New Testement too teaches us to fear our desires. The psychic civil war that ensues ensures that all those who live in passive restraint will come to loathe those who find no need to restrain their desires. For those who restrain desire do so because there's are weak enough to be restrained. And those who must restrain their desires do so because their's are too vicious to be tolerated.
http://www.tauntongazette.com/news/x1903566059/Taunton-second-grader-suspended-over-drawing-of-Jesus
http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/20110110/us_yblog_thelookout/students-as-young-as-six-ticketed-by-police-in-texas-schools
The Behaviorlists won, and now we're all victims of Pavlov. Our psychology is understood mechanically. We are stimuli. We are responses. Pain and pleasure. Carrots and sticks. We are idelogical slaves to the concept that we are intrinsically defective. We need help. We demand concern. We need to be cared for.
The system is now an agency unto its own. There is no more humanity. Only the desire for humanity remains. Blame it on Plato. Blame it on Christ. Blame it on your teachers. Blame it on your government. Blame it on yourself first.
http://articles.cnn.com/2003-11-07/us/school.raid_1_drug-raid-goose-creek-police-department-stratford-high-school?_s=PM:US
Your children are processed in plants to become citzen-products who will keep the machine running; themselves tending to and tending to become machines; mechanical and depersonalized projections of an impersonal desire whose origin no one can account for.
So what do you do? You become its negation. You play with Satan. You fuck as much as you please. You take any drug you can get your hands on. You leave your brains and promise splattered on the ceiling. Maybe you join a gang. Maybe you get a job. Maybe either way, you are just another piece in a game, or you drop out completely.
It is because we are sold an anti-pleasure ideology that we indulge so voraciously. It is because in order to deprogram ourselves from a system which has proliferated in an attempt to dismantle us, we must indulge everything we've ever been programmed to fear. But this too is fear. Fear programmed against fear. The fear of fear. But the fear of fear is also fear, which like desire, begets more of itself exponentially until one or the other takes control of us completely, and kills that within us that makes us human.
Fear and desire are elemental to human thinking. The fear of desire is elemental to Western Civilization which for all its posturing has only managed to magnify both by setting the one against the other. The Old Testement teaches us to fear our desires, Plato teaches us to fear our desires, the Koran teaches us to fear or desires, and the New Testement too teaches us to fear our desires. The psychic civil war that ensues ensures that all those who live in passive restraint will come to loathe those who find no need to restrain their desires. For those who restrain desire do so because there's are weak enough to be restrained. And those who must restrain their desires do so because their's are too vicious to be tolerated.
http://www.tauntongazette.com/news/x1903566059/Taunton-second-grader-suspended-over-drawing-of-Jesus
http://news.yahoo.com/s/yblog_thelookout/20110110/us_yblog_thelookout/students-as-young-as-six-ticketed-by-police-in-texas-schools
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Snow White
a little slip of a girl, voicelessly remembering
a lovely nothing
shaking like vapor
into a phantom
go away phantom
my daughter is dead
a lovely nothing
shaking like vapor
into a phantom
go away phantom
my daughter is dead
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