26-28/02/13
I can think of few worse compositions than
Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, which is probably the most barbarous piece
of music to come out of the early twentieth century, like a grotesque parallel
to World War One. Ugh! How I loathe it!
People have no idea of how much work goes into
serious literary composition, not least when of an avant-garde or otherwise
radical order that defies the formal conventions of bourgeois literature. It is
easy devaluate or denigrate something you have absolutely no idea about and,
unfortunately, most people especially females do, more or less as a matter
of metachemical course.
I am more than reluctant to return to my old
address in order to see if there is any post for me and, if so, to collect and
bring it back here, to my new address. I have no intention of ever setting foot
in that accursed house again! Going back there, for any reason, would be the
last thing I would wish to do!
I am confident, from experience, that women of
different countries have more in common with one another than they do with the
men of their own country.
London is so cosmopolitan that it hardly seems
to be part of a country, much less of a nation. It seems, rather, to be a
microcosm of the world, in which virtually every race and nation on earth is
represented, and in which city one lives with a strong sense of isolation
from one's own kind or race or nation, as the case may be.
Living alone in such a city is like being
cut-off from contact with people you can relate to or even have any real
prospect of conversation with. I have lived alone here since 1974, when I was
obliged, by circumstances beyond my control, to leave Surrey, more precisely
Merstham in Surrey, and move up to north London (where I briefly stayed at my
mother's flat in Finsbury Park before finding a bedsitter in nearby Crouch
End), which I did with the utmost reluctance and sense of foreboding. I was
already, in a sense, dιclassι at age twenty-two, though not, as yet, classless
and a kind of literary philosopher whose work, for the most part, goes
unnoticed and unremarked upon. But then, I suppose, it would in a city like
London, for me, is fairly synonymous with hell
on earth, and not only in respect of the underground rail system stretching in
every direction for miles under the city or, above ground, the red, mostly
double-decker buses that ply their routes with remorseless regularity. It is
hellish in so many respects that one wonders how one can continue to live in it
on one's own and without the slightest prospect of congenial company.
When I think of my old landlord, a moustachioed
Bangladeshi who, with his broad face, bore an uncanny resemblance to Stalin, I
see a devil or, rather, demon ruling over a segment of hell, but a demon with a
devil on his back namely, his wife, who used her remarkably large powerful
hands to slam doors like you've never heard, especially the front one, which
was hell for anyone living over it.
Success breeds its own failure. People jump on
the bandwagon, as the saying goes, and before long the wagon breaks down under
the weight of too many band members, most of whom are only interested in
blowing their own proverbial trumpets.
All tyrants are enemies of free thought and the
freedom, through writing, to leave a record of one's thinking, such that will
document one's experiences and whatever conclusions one has drawn from them.
Tyrants are not interested in freedom of expression but only in political
control, whether from economic or scientific (military) motives or, indeed,
from a paradoxical combination of both.
There can be no true philosophy which is not
independent of science, nor, for that matter, any true religion established on
the basis of philosophical truth, that is, metaphysics. For when religion is
beholden, via science, to metachemistry, it is demonstrably false, and no less
so because metachemistry is hyped as metaphysics the better to exclude
metaphysics proper and grant a certain moral respectability to metachemistry
itself.
A true philosophy leading to a true religion
that can only be germane to 'Kingdom Come'. For that is what 'Kingdom Come'
implies. But such a true philosophy/religion, logically demonstrable, cannot be
tolerant of falsehood, whether of religion or philosophy or, for that matter,
of anything else. Free thought that leads to Truth (metaphysical certitude) is
all very well. Free thought that is morally or philosophically irresponsible is
or can be the enemy of Truth, and should be opposed and, where possible,
discouraged by whatever means short of cruelty and tyranny are most
expedient, not least by Truth itself.
Philosophy and morality are not, of course, the
same, but philosophy can make a certain type of morality possible, and more
justifiably from a given gender and/or class standpoint.
Being reluctant to listen to the bullshit that
typifies traffic-generating websites, I tend to surf with the sound off, so as
not to have my peace of mind unduly undermined by all the scam merchants and
petty satans who offer you 'the world' and infinite riches
if only you'll
which, however, I won't, since, as a philosopher, I value my soul too highly.
So the reluctant writer is also, in some sense,
a reluctant surfer, who rarely or never fully commits, and then only for an
hour or so at a time. After all, what could be more boring than surfing the
Internet for traffic credits when what you encounter is mostly either scams or
boring business proposals?
The pitfalls of internet surfing are worse than
puddles, and if you're stupid enough to fall in, you'll get more than wet:
you'll get burned!
Internet predators resemble spiders who trap
fleas and other smaller insects in order to suck them dry, leaving them empty
and wasted.
My old enemy, the hammering, drilling workman
is back with a vengeance, working in the house next-door, not least with regard
to the roof and upstairs apartment adjoining my own, thereby turning my heaven
into hell. But I 'hit back', as I always have done or, more correctly, have had
to do
with music at the present instance music from BBC3. Quality classical
is not, I believe, generally to the taste of such persons!
That's what I've always detested about
To think that people like them manual
workers could come to the fore as the pre-eminent class in society, as has
happened in various communist countries, fills me with dread and dismay!
Barbarism and philistinism are the only winners, and what is that if not a
gross failure from the standpoint of civilization and culture? A society
characterized if not dominated by its lowest elements, namely manual workers,
or industrial proletarians, can only be the lowest form of society, testifying
to the degeneration of civil society to the base level of some kind of
communistic barbarism.
But out of or, rather, against the degeneration
of soma to the base level of the urban proletariat will come the ascension of
psyche towards some cadent resolution commensurate with Eternity in 'Kingdom
Come', like the phoenix of Nazi Germany arising from the ashes of the decadent
Weimar Republic or, in more general terms, Fascism from and against the threat
of Communism, with its call to world revolution on the basis of worker power
('workers of the world unite'). Eternity ('the thousand year Reich' included)
is only possible when the world degenerates, as it does with the eclipse of
liberal democracy by social democracy and bourgeois humanism by so-called proletarian
humanism (more correctly, sub-humanism), in which, quite understandably, there
can be no 'God building' (Lenin), but only the
lowest-common-barbarous-denominator of hammer-brandishing worker power.
Frankly, I have nothing but contempt for this and for the poor buggers who are
stupid or desperate enough to fall for it.
(As a sort of footnote to the above, I will add
that one should be careful in drawing parallels between the regular thud or
crash of hammering and music utilizing a regular drum beat, the regular beat of
repetitive time, since what may sound like a regular thud is actually the
exemplification of repetitive force, and one should avoid demeaning repetitive
time by equating it with anything so physically temporal as repetitive or
steady force. Repetitive time, on the other hand, is commensurate
with metaphysical eternity, but only in a rather externalized crude way in the
context of, let us say, rock drumming that foreshadows - and requires to be
overhauled by - inner refinements effectively axially polar to itself, as, for
example, in relation to drum machines, since drumming of this nature, no matter
how rhythmically repetitive, will always be compromised by an element of
repetitive force that one might call rhythmic force which, though obviously
distinct from the noise created by hammers, is not so distinct from it as to be
fully commensurate with the exemplification of repetitive time. It is precisely
in this utilization of rhythmic force by drummers, particularly in rock music,
that a parallel can be drawn with the repetitive force of hammering, to the
detriment of repetitive time.)
Degeneration regenerating some neo-generative
primitivity dominated by the bitch thanks, but no thanks! Civilization is
morally bound to fight back, using the 'fascistic' tools of militarism, against
such barbarism until it gets what it deserves and is utterly exposed for what
it's worth.
Whatever you may think, the Hitlers of this
world will always be preferable to the Lenins and Stalins, as will the Nietzsches
to the likes of Marx.
I have always, as an artist/philosopher, fought
back against worker power and will continue to do so, as long as I live and can
adhere to reason and, above all, to the divine values of metaphysics and the
justification of 'Kingdom Come'. Social Democracy has not disappeared from the
world, nor will it at least not until the victory of Social Theocracy seals
the fate of state-hegemonic criteria and makes for a world orientated, through
the resurrection of church-hegemonic criteria, towards the otherworldly goal of
evolution in the development, through all Eternity, of 'Kingdom Come'. All one
can add to that is 'Amen'. So be it!
Homosexuality is little more than the
expression of somatic degeneration (from heterosexual somatic relativity),
having nothing, absolutely nothing, in common with the psychic cadence of the
'priestly kiss'. It attests, rather, to the degenerative nadir of
state-hegemonic axial criteria and can only be tolerated, if not actively
encouraged, in a society given to state-hegemonic criteria in short, to one
which is the fruit of heretical decadence and its corollary of generative
licence. Homosexuality, as a sexual parallel to social democracy, can have no
place in 'Kingdom Come', and one fancies that the man who smokes cigarettes as
against cigars effectively lives on the plane, whether he realizes it or not,
of proletarian humanism and social democracy, with all its attendant
corollaries.
Science and philosophy have different
starting-points. Science begins in free soma with the empirical investigation
of facts, whereas the starting point of philosophy is in free
psyche with logic and an investigation if not elucidation of truth.
Fact is no more truth than beauty is truth or, for that matter, truth
beauty.
Fact is somatic and empirically verifiable; truth, by contrast, is psychic and
logically verifiable. Whatever is factually or empirically incorrect is
fictitious. Whatever is truthfully or logically incorrect is false. Fiction is
as distinct from falsity as fact from truth, but a society which hypes Devil
the Mother as God (the Father) or metachemistry as metaphysics will constantly
confound fact with truth, conveniently hyping fact as truth and
thereby subordinating philosophy to science, so that it becomes synonymous with
empirical investigation and verification through testing the somatic
antithesis to anything requiring to be logically verified because the product
not of soma but of psyche, not of the body but of the mind, and therefore
closer to religion, which should take its cue from philosophy, than to art,
which more usually takes its cue from science, since concerned with facts
rather than a logical analysis of the world and one's position or situation in
it.
But are facts, when verifiable, any more real,
or concrete, than truth, the product of logical reasoning. There is much talk,
after all, about truth, to the extent that it is recognized (and not confounded
with fact), being abstract and therefore somehow less real than facts. I don't
believe this to be the case. Philosophy, like science, can be concrete or
abstract, true or false, just as science can be factual or fictitious. The
difference, it seems to me, is between two types of reality the somatic
concretion (coupled fictitiously to psychic abstraction) of science and, by
contrast, the psychic concretion (coupled, falsely, to somatic abstraction) of
philosophy. A distinction, in short, between objectivity and subjectivity, soma
and psyche, empiricism and logic.
Thus science and philosophy, when respectively
factual and truthful, are equally or, if you prefer, unequally real, or
concrete, in their opposite approaches to life, approaches that inspire either
art or religion and have a lot in common with the distinction, also
antithetical, between state and church, which is, after all, one between soma
and psyche, body and mind, objectivity and subjectivity, female (to bring
gender into the frame) and male, however compromised or muddled the two
contexts may, in practice, become.
The Church is no less real than the State, any
more than philosophy is less real (except when twisted to suit a scientific
agenda) than science, both of which are capable of abstract departures, through
fiction and falsity, from their respective types of concrete grounding the
one in soma, the other in psyche, like alpha and omega, the beginning and the
end, infinity and eternity, the objectivity of the vacuum that results in the
investigation of the world, as of life, from an empirical standpoint, and the
subjectivity of the plenum that results in the investigation of life, as of the
world, from a logical standpoint, neither of which have anything in common,
since they do not, as a rule, meet in the middle except in some liberal realm
of atomic compromise whereby either philosophy is subsumed into science or
science subsumed into philosophy, and one tends, more often than not, to get
political or economic shortfalls from either science or philosophy, as the case
may be.
But where the scientific and philosophic
absolutes or extremes are concerned, looking at the world, almost literally,
from the outside is so contrary to looking or, rather, thinking about the world
(where religiously-inspired quotes might be in order) from within ... that
there can be little or no common ground between them, which is of course a
problem from a liberal point-of-view, since liberalism wishes to subsume
everything or, at any rate, a watered-down version of everything (especially
when noumenal) into itself, so as to be able not only to investigate but to
control the world in a manner conducive to secular values.
Yet neither science nor philosophy, when
respectively factual and truthful, are of the world but, rather, are
netherworldly and otherworldly disciplines that investigate the world from
opposite points of view, with intent not only to control it but either to
dominate it, as in the case of science, or to transcend it, as in the case of
philosophy, in the interests of either netherworldly (science) or otherworldly
(philosophy) values, the values not of chemistry and physics, still less of
politics and economics, but of metachemistry and metaphysics, the Devil (to
speak in simple language) and God.
But the majority of people are and without
messianic intervention will always remain, in Nietzsche's memorable phrase
human-all-too-human, and therefore humanistic, knowing neither the Devil nor
God, but only Man (meaning women and men generally).
