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craftedcoils-blog-blog · 4 years ago

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The Coward Adventurer

"I think I'm slowly growing a mustache that will conduct a transvestite orchestra."

I looked at him briefly during the downwards arc of my glance, "well thats good", and I meant it sincerely, "because someones gotta do it. This bastard over here", I gestured towards the other room and through the doorway, "he's got slugs for days but wont grow the balls to commit."

He sat with his bass guitar, teeth clenched, managing a few acronyms "Ehh?" like a frantic centipede on his last legs, disregarding it all to return to some strange form of science.

"No matter", I said, redirecting my attention towards the maniac trying to sleep at my feet, "I think you should cool your guns. It happens, it happens. You can't expect something to happen if it hasn't happened before. Right?"

In the beginning I was approached by Dynastic Industries to commission a musical piece based on the time I spent in Indonesia. I was there initially to do some work for a successful blog I was a part of called Why Where and What the Fuck. And why the fuck D.I. approached me or chose to employ me in any way or for any reason at all still bewilders me.

WWWF had initially hired me as a writer when they caught me on camera during a Turkish uprising kind of thing in Berlin dressed up as an Osama Bin Laden clown character and giving away free condoms to all the turkish children, or at least I told WWWF that this was my agenda and since then i've sort of become their mozart genius marionette. Letting them pay for me to travel around and be kind of an idiot in the process.

And one time they sent me to Indonesia. I had this guide named Yusef. Yusef loved everything I did but all I really did was just get drunk the entire time I was there. I think I managed some scribbles on the backs of other people's suicide notes or maybe I had etched a few artistically interpreted Sumarian glyphs on random pieces of pottery, maybe a few pages of notebooks here and there. But certainly not anything at all to write home about; Like literally no writing got home at all. It wasn't even Youtubed. They wrote the entire article from translations of the Yusef's journal. I mean, Interpreting his dialect into a palpable demonstration of my experiences from the view point of a native who was also insane and spent most of our time sitting around trees while he wrote about eternal chaos and the derivatives of perspective in that goddamn journal is great but it may or may not say anything about what I was actually experiencing.

The whole time its just me, staring at him, wondering why I cant write a word. (….) I now realize its because I was watching myself write and there was nothing to add. By being obsessively observational, I had become my own guide in my own right. And I guess it panned out...

Or maybe it didn't. At this point I am completely unsure.

For example: I don't have a lot of standards for living and still there are things now that are capable of disrupting what I have always thought to be eternal. Because of the situation I have currently found myself in, I no longer feel as if I have a subtle and well conceived balance and I feel as if I have become a monster in trying to achieve such a thing even though I know it's already there and it's something that had been in front of me my entire life. And here It's like I am constantly trying to balance the finite with the infinite and in the end all I am is shit and that's what I see. It is what you become. White drapes on white sheets with dirty boot scuffs on the trim and dirty oatmeal floors and moldy shower curtains, but everything set to a standard you have set either way. And peoples' minds, constantly enforcing, even if they are rudimentary. Especially so. I had to say fuck it all or become it all. To me it really has not or has ever made a difference at all which way I lean. But of course this is my fault, and because of this perhaps I am a mutant, the holder of the all seeing hand, detached, and it's beckoning the circus freak inside to be let loose, and yet, to live this way is not out of pride or conviction, necessity or convenience and, quite possibly, not even out of lack of trying. But because it is my basic human stigmatic function to build a home and relish in its 'my-ness' whether its a shopping cart or a castle. I have no choice. I am driven to order and none of us can escape it. Even the most avant-garde lifestyle is a victim. Its a 12 tone composition gone wrong, or right, it no longer matters for there is always a boundary.

We were passing through the sewers. Gulping sounds stuck out like we were being sucked into some undercurrent. We came across a television stuck in the wall. It was the "Old Last Time Agenda Variety Show" and there was Razputin, the social phenomenon that was just recently resurfacing from a long term hibernation and public disappearance, his face always recognizable. He stood with his guitar and legendary mustache, the orchestra moving with each flowing twitch. As the bouncy music continues, the camera widened to show his famous and, although now sagging a bit, voluptuous breasts . The dance number began and 2 women and a man appeared, they linked arms with Raz himself and tapped around each other to swaying rhythms and choreography patterns, like drunken swans. The music began to swell and Razputin began to open chambers of his body like cupboards in german kitchen. Hands appeared out of nowhere to reveal his various implants and gender surgery. He revealed his cock, which was filleted into two pieces and inverted, exposed from the inside out. He flicked it like a guitar string and smiled ferociously. His mustache was now two huge, stretching arms. Another drawer revealed what seemed to be his intestines. His face became nontransparent and the music kept bouncing along. He reached down and plucked his bloody coils like a harp, ruffing them up as if to break the strings and find some kind of new tonality, as if to say that none of this mattered, his martyrdom, strange that it was so accepted, but we all knew that this was big.

"Man, this will probably be on the news."

"Yeah of course it will. This is huge."

He kept going at it like some kind of sexual torture, throwing his organs around inside of what was left of himself and still maintaining that maniacal grin. The other dancers began to force him out, concerned with the drunken patterns that he was disrupting. But he kept on, his body now three times wider, revealing parts of himself that could not be contained.

Eventually he was forced off stage and everyone cheered. I remember thinking that this was not something to take lightly as the dancers bowed and accolades were distributed. This was not some typical piece of choreography to briefly consider and then forget.

The haunting voices of the dead appeared again.

"Lets go," someone seemed to have said, and we were off, our feet like popcorn in a mushroom patch.

Things stuck out to us then like blue flowers in a field of wilted dandelions. Our senses were too abrupt. We had found a church.

Like ruins.

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theangryanarchocommunist-blog · 5 years ago

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More detailed analysis of capitalisms decline into fascism (the middle class)

We already know that capitalism by its nature of being essentially cancerous – it requires constant growth, will inevitably attempt to try and achieve fascism. This is simply because the fascist state is the most powerful, and as the aim of the capitalist is to gain power this connection is unsurprising. However It is not very helpful, capitalism in its final stages is an incredibly complex beast, after what is typically around 400 years of constant mystification it has acquired many layers, but it gives it certain real life characteristics which make the descent of capital into fascism more understandable.

Take for example the middle class. The middle class always becomes larger just before fascism emerges, that is true of both Rome and of Nazi Germany (the 2 clearest example of fascism). But what do we mean by the middle class? By this I’m not referring to the middle classes of feudalism, which would become what is more commonly referred to as the bourgeoise. Instead I am refereeing to a section of the proletariat, which is indulged more by the oppressing class, in return of keeping those below them in line. This particular class emerges as the managers, which happens when capitalism starts to go through its disciplinary stage. Afterall, how can you convince members of the proletariat to break solidarity and aid in the oppression of their fellow man – if you’re not going to give them something nice in return, for example a greater wage. However this breakdown of basic humanity in the middle classes is something that is best highlighted in the Nazi oppression of the Jews. In return for certain privileges some members of the soon to be genocided Jewish people, actually aided the organisation and extermination of the Jews. This is a properly horrific phenomena and it detailed in depth in Ardent’s “Eichmann on trial”. I can’t speak for you, but to me this demands an explanation. How can this happen? Perhaps its merely because out of a population of several thousand people you only need one person who is willing to break ranks – but how can this one person do that?

To answer this question we must delve further into the understanding of the middle class, Afterall in many less conditioned communities the idea of betraying the collective for personal gain is not typical behaviour. The Chinese did not sell each other out to the Japanese in the Sino Japanese war, the Native Americans did not in the face of European imperialism. Furthermore, there can be no doubt this is not some hatred based on nationalities or boarders – as Germans in Nazi Germany regularly reported each other to the Gestapo.

Therefore so far we can gather, that the middle class behaves as such that is makes no distinction based on categories in which in is own oppression it is defined (The Kulak oppressed by nature of being a peasant, cares not of the person he in turn is oppressing is considered a peasant), that is breaks away from its humanity and willingly betrays its less privileged class factions in return for privileges – to the extent of aiding genocide. But we are also stating to see that societies which have not travelled as far down the road of capitalisms development are less likely to partake in this oppression. Although that does not mean they are not capable of being part of an oppressive machinery, for example although parts of both the French and Russian army deserted in their respective revolutions – they had no qualms in eliminating slave uprisings on the part of the French several years earlier or the Cossacks on the behalf of the Russians. It is admittedly possible that at the moment of revolution class consciousness had increased and that merely returned after the state had been re-established, however I am unconvinced by this idea – as it was these soldiers who helped re-establish the state, something they wouldn’t of done if they were fully class conscious. Perhaps it would be more realistic to say that there was elements of class consciousness, but as a rule this was not the case – instead the level of conditioning in the armed forces had not yet reached a point similar to that of Nazi Germany (although in both cases that point would be reached shortly with the crackdowns of the new state). But instead of meaningfully answering the question, this just raises more – the soldiers in the aforementioned examples were hardly what we considered to be privileged, and thus the insights they can give us are not specific to the middle class, but to any faction of the oppressed which is able to oppress other parts.

So something that must develop with the physic of the middle class is a mindset which transcends typical class barriers unto what is a hatred of humanity, allowing them to oppress anyone if so instructed. What the middle class seems to become is an instrument of the oppressing class.

Here our question must become more general, because our question has boiled down too – how are people willing to hurt others? And this question is relevant not just to the middle class (which as we will shortly find, are in effect an imitation of the oppressing class) but the oppressing class too.

Essentially what happens is that these people find themselves in a morally distasteful situation and as such, being unwilling to fully acknowledge their utter freedom and responsibility for the suffering they caused – they choose to deny themselves and attempt to sink into nothing but exist as being in-itself as defined by Satre – in essence they attempt to deny what makes them a conscious being as to be authentic and lay claim to everything they have done is too painful for them. As there physically role is one of being oppressive, they therefore thrown themselves into that in their entirety acting in affect as a drone. Weirdly these classes will tend to have an ideal of ruthless individualism in them, but such ruthless individualism wont be the desire of the individual – but collectively conditioned onto them. A modern day example of this in the middle classes is the utter refusal to speak about anything sad, or if it is mentioned to make a joke about it – this is its inability to accept what it has done and as such it merely goes further down the rabbit hole.

Of course there are people who break away from the middle class, who are able to accept the harm they caused and try and right it – Kropotkin being a good example of this. However, this breakaway is becomes increasingly uncommon in some forms of capitalism, particularly spectacular whereas the mental capacities required to think logically and meaningfully examine your existence are themselves being challenged. Furthermore the isolation caused by the specular society, particularly its consumerist elements, this being because emotional appeal to not hurt your fellow humans is numbed considerably if you never have a connection with another person.

So there we have a brief description of the motivating forces behind the middle class. And this does accumulate over time, the denial of self hits a bump every time a major moral decision is made as it forces the person in question to make a choice, if the choice is significantly large then they may break away from their conditioning. However, as you are growing up you do things less consciously than as an adult, so if you grew up with servants, then it would seem less outrageous to have serfs and if you grew up with serfs it would be less outrageous to mistreat them and so on and so on. Hence each new generation of the middle class gets further away from solidarity with the rest of the oppressed, eventually reaching a point where they are fine with genocide.

So what can we usefully take from this? That we must challenge the middle class on a existential basis (perhaps in our propaganda) if we are to shake them of their loyalty to the oppressors, furthermore we must attempt to mock the illogical sense of the modern media so that we can actually make meaningful arguments on a existential level, else we will just be adding to the constant drum of the spectacle. This must be done by attempting to start from scratch – perhaps with periodicals setting out the basis of thought and encouraging argument in public meetings if we get that far, so that it can be relearnt more naturally.

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