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Sermon on the Cyber MountSermon on the Cyber Mount by The Honorable Reverend Black A. HoleSermon on the Cyber Mount
“The Christian resolve to find the world evil and ugly has made the world evil and ugly.” Nietzsche
“God is dead: but considering the state Man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.” Nietzsche
I have seen the multitudes of weary post-modern wanderers searching for the light to illuminate their brain in a vat. I have seen the chaotic bundles of particles lead into temptation by a connection to that conglomeration of cells they call a body. I fear their eternal salvatio
in Satire on 6/1/08
The Estrangement of the Symbol“Agriculture, the indispensable basis of civilization, was originally encountered as time, language, number and art won out. As the materialization of alienation, agriculture is the triumph of estrangement and the definite divide between culture and nature and humans from each other.” – John Zerzan There is an emptiness that has always been pervasive within civilizations. Overwhelming alienation, misery, and detachment seem to win out over our life experiences within this way of life. Civilization is a culture of cities, a way of life based on the importation of resources, it is the logic, inThe Estrangement of the Symbol
in Sociopolitical on 5/8/08
Star WarsSTAR WARSStar Wars
Twaddle, rubbish, and gossip is what people want, not action.. . . The secret of life is to chatter freely about all one wishes to do and how one is always being prevented—and then do nothing.
Soren Kierkegaard
I went to see Star Wars when i was in high school, which seems about the right time to see it. I liked it a lot. I wasn’t one of those people who saw it a hundred times or anything. I wasn’t that much of a nerd. Besides, I was too busy playing Dungeons and Dragons. I saw it again recently. It’s not so good as I remember. In fact it’s pr
in Essays on 4/13/08
Language: Origin and MeaningFairly recent anthropology (e.g. Sahlins, R.B. Lee) has virtually obliterated the long-dominant conception which defined prehistoric humanity in terms of scarcity and brutalization. As if the implications of this are already becoming widely understood, there seems to be a growing sense of that vast epoch as one of wholeness and grace. Our time on earth, characterized by the very opposite of those qualities, is in the deepest need of a reversal of the dialectic that stripped that wholeness from our life as a species.Language: Origin and Meaning
Being alive in nature, before our abstraction from it, must have involved a perception and co
in Essays on 4/6/08
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- Current Residence: In the belly of the fucking beast.
- Interests: anarcho primitivism, rewilding, feral life, anti-civilization, animal/humyn liberation, insurrection
- Favourite movie: Deadman
- Favourite band or musician: Crass. Conflict. Morbid Angel. Carcass. Pig Destroyer. Cattle Decapitation. Terrorizer. Napalm Death
- Favourite genre of music: Mostly Metal and Punk. Thrash Metal, Grindcore, Death Metal. I listen to whatever I can feel though.
- Favourite artist: None
- Favourite poet or writer: John Zerzan, Fredy Perlman, Derrick Jensen, Casey Maddox, Marshall Sahlins, Bob Black, Richard Lee
- Tools of the Trade: Direct Action
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
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*You reject my, advances, and desperate plea...
...I won't let you, let me down, so easily."*
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
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*You reject my, advances, and desperate plea...
...I won't let you, let me down, so easily."*
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
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"...Good sense is the body of poetic genius, fancy its drapery, motion its life, and imagination the soul that is everywhere, and in each; and forms all into one graceful and intelligent whole."
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
Hope your day is going well.
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
"The skylines lit up at dead of night, the air-conditioning systems cooling empty hotels in the desert and artificial light in the middle of the day all have something both demented and admirable about them. The mindless luxury of a rich civilization, and yet of a civilization perhaps as scared to see the lights go out as was the hunter in his primitive night.
If we consider the superiority of the human species, the size of its brain, its powers of thinking, language and organization, we can say this: were there the slightest possibility that another rival or superior species might appear, on earth or elsewhere, man would use every means at his disposal to destroy it.
Everywhere one seeks to produce meaning, to make the world signify, to render it visible. We are not, however, in danger of lacking meaning; quite the contrary, we are gorged with meaning and it is killing us.
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.
It is not entrails that we try to interpret these days, nor even hearts or facial expressions; it is, quite simply, the brain. We want to expose to view its billions of connections and watch it operating like a video game...All that fascinates us is the spectacle of the brain and its workings. What we are wanting here is to see our thoughs unfolding before us – and this itself is a superstition."
And it reminds me of something you'd say. You probably already sent me that. But I like it.
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