02-12/10/12

Beethoven's symphonies generally bore me to death. Such turgidity and monotonous repetition! Great for his time he may have been, but these days such greatness is apt to sound – dated! For me, Beethoven is at his best in the piano sonatas, especially the so-called 'Moonlight' and the 'Waldstein', which is nothing short of miraculous, particularly in the taut rhythms of the first movement, which the marvellous German film 'Four Minutes' has been instrumental in highlighting.

From a mature male perspective there is nothing more important or desirable in life than peace of mind. Unfortunately, in this world, what with its objective impositions of an adult female and juvenile, not to say infantile, nature, peace of mind tends to be the adult male exception to the general rule of mental torment … brought about, more often than not, by other people!

Whatever simple or base people may say, I am – and remain – one of the greatest writers of my time, a writer who has scaled the utmost metaphysical heights and brought my initial quest for logical perfection to philosophical completion, and all without a shred of encouragement, help, or acknowledgement, let alone recognition from anybody else, least of all the 'great British public' and immigrant or foreign populations amongst whom it has been my sad fate to live. Therefore I have triumphed over them and concluded, irrespective of whatever obstacles they may have put in my way, my life's goal of intellectual and philosophical perfection, a perfection that most people would not even be capable of envisaging, let alone comprehending!

From the standpoint of the higher man, the genuine male, the masses are there to be dictated to and mastered, not kowtowed to after the fashion of a democratic politician cadging votes. It is only through the efforts of exceptional higher men that the masses can be led forwards and upwards, even into 'Kingdom Come', as the form or mode of society which is most omega-orientated and least alpha-orientated and/or alpha-stemming.

Such an ultimate form of society, commensurate with the guarantee through religious sovereignty of peace of mind for adult males, can only be against nature and, hence, females, signifying, by contrast, the triumph of metaphysics over pseudo-metachemistry, which is equivalent to the hegemony of the lamb (of godliness) over the (neutralized) lion and/or wolf of predatory imposition, the hegemonic triumph, in short, of the Y-chromosome of male freedom (from somatic imposition) over the neutralized XX-chromosome of female binding or, more correctly, pseudo-binding to somatic constraint. Freed from somatic imposition, the adult male can then be true to his self and thereby given to that peace of mind which appertains to being at one with one's self in psychic harmony.

On the other hand, the female who is still free to somatically impose her will and/or spirit usually renders the male subordinate to herself in psychic binding or, more correctly, pseudo-binding. Salvation for the male, as female-subordinate pseudo-male, is from such pseudo-binding, the product of female hegemonic control in the world, to the peace of mind which is commensurate with being true to one's self, one's soul, in a psyche set free of its fetters.

I believe a distinction can be made between public lighting and heating on the one hand, and private lighting and heating on the other hand, as though between a stellar/solar parallel in the one case, and a Saturnian/Venusian parallel in the other case, with the former options approximating to metachemistry/pseudo-metaphysics and the latter ones, by contrast, to metaphysics/pseudo-metachemistry, particularly when involving the use of electricity. For it does seem, contrary to what I may once have thought, that lighting and heating are divisible along alpha and omega lines, as though indicative of a sensual/sensible antithesis.

Strictly speaking, the public forms of lighting and heating would suggest, in keeping with the metachemical/pseudo-metaphysical distinction alluded to above, the hegemony of heat over light or, more correctly, pseudo-light, alpha and pseudo-omega, whereas the private forms of lighting and heating would suggest, in keeping with the aforementioned metaphysical/pseudo-metachemical distinction, the hegemony of light over pseudo-heat, omega and pseudo-alpha, corresponding not, like the former, to space and pseudo-time but, in complete contrast, to time and pseudo-space.

Ladies and pseudo-gentlemen vis-a-vis gentlemen and pseudo-ladies – you know, from my omega/pseudo-alpha predilections, which ones I prefer, and they tend, in metaphysics/pseudo-metachemistry, to be theocratic and pseudo-autocratic as opposed to autocratic and pseudo-theocratic, like the metachemical/pseudo-metaphysical ladies and pseudo-gentlemen, the latter of whom, when under amoral pressure descending from above, tend to become anti-metaphysically unlocked (from pseudo-metaphysics) and to behave, in quasi-metachemical fashion, like ladies, only worse – much, much worse!

The biggest religious mistake, which is effectively an atomic delusion, is to equate God, Heaven, the Soul – in short, all 'no-things' metaphysical – with the Creation of the World and, indeed, the so-called Universe behind it. This we can and should no longer do, because we live in a post-atomic age that requires us to sharply differentiate between the alpha of 'things' (Devil the Mother hyped as God the Father) and the coming omega of 'no-things' (Heaven the Holy Soul), of which God … the Father or, more correctly, godfatherliness … is merely a superconscious concomitant akin to the candlelight that is candle-flame seen from outside the burning of the flame itself. Such, in an analogical sense, is what God or, rather, godliness is, and in this metaphysical context separated-out from metachemistry, godliness is only the outer face, as it were, of the inner essence of Heaven, the Soul, Being, etc. Strictly speaking, it is one and the same as Heaven, this godly outer face, since there is no godliness independent of Heaven, or joyful soul. All the rest – Creation, the Universe, God as Creator, etc., is religious delusion, worthy only to be consigned to the proverbial rubbish bin of atomic (Christian) and pre-atomic (Judaic) history, since the Judeo-Christian tradition can have no place in or relevance to the future development, beyond its current phase (alpha-stemming rather than alpha-orientated), of global civilization.

In relation to the hegemonic gender positions, the British axial polarity, northwest to southeast points of the intercardinal axial compass (state-hegemonic) is effectively one between female nobs (no other nation has had so many long-ruling female monarchs) and male plebs, whereas the Irish axial polarity, southwest to northeast points of the intercardinal axial compass (church-hegemonic) is effectively one between female plebs and male nobs (the holy fathers).

At the Retinal Therapy Unit of Moorfields Hospital on Friday afternoon you need to be an extremely patient patient both before and in between the various processes that have to be undergone in the interests of some degree of retinal progress in relation to AMD (age-related macular degeneration), the condition from which I have been diagnosed as suffering. Patience was, I think, in abundance today, the occasion of my third – and hopefully final – Lucentis injection into the left eye, which is terribly sore, though not so much because of that as because of its inherent condition. Here's hoping for some more progress towards something approaching normality or, at any rate, a more tolerable outcome!

Woman is a serving animal, but one who dominates through service.

Cinema and television – media of the Star (absolute and relative) that reflect the society-oriented objectivity of female domination through Nature.

There may still be a British nation, but I can't believe it has anything to do with the large numbers of immigrants and foreigners that now outnumber the British themselves in several cities or specific areas of cities where, strange to say, white faces are comparatively few in number, and whole streets appear to be populated by persons of coloured ethnicity or origin. I admit that I can't, as someone of Irish descent, pretend to feel comfortable in such places, much as I often find the British themselves detestably juvenile if not infantile in character.

'Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold' … wrote Yeats in one of his better poems, and that is certainly true of latter-day Britain, which seems to be disintegrating under pressure of the mass ethnic diversity which now characterizes it. Certain politicians in Britain may speak, somewhat glibly, of 'national unity', the 'big society', and in terms of other such banal phrases evidently designed to consolidate or further their ambitions, but there is little evidence of it and scarcely any prospect of things improving in the foreseeable future, when all the evidence of the senses points to greater fragmentation and disunity under the scourge of multiculturalism.

As for the English Defence League, understandable as that may be in the circumstances, they will have a very uphill task, not to say climb, of trying to defend England from the multicultural and ethnic diversity which contributes so much towards the disunity and divisiveness with which it is now so grossly afflicted! Frankly I see no way back for England, never mind Britain which, even without ongoing devolution in Scotland and Wales, is inexorably pulling itself further apart with each passing day.

The United Kingdom is, it seems to me, a fiction in all but name, even if the division of Ireland, in consequence of partition, persists as one of the grosser facts of our time and as one, moreover, which no self-respecting Irishman should take for granted or allow himself to become overly complacent about. The division and emaciation of Ireland is not something one should forgive the British for, even if their hand was somewhat forced by historical circumstances deriving, in any case, from their imperial past. Ethnic intransigence, much as it may be frowned upon in Britain, remains a fact of life in Ireland, and such facts are no joke. The only thing that can be said in Ireland's favour at this juncture in time, however, is that, at least in the Republic, it is less under the sway of Jews than Britain, and therefore even now the prospect of national unity within the broader European Union (EU) framework remains both a challenge and hope for the future. For it is only logical that as Britain falls further apart, Ireland should become increasingly unified, even up to the point, eventually, of unity between all thirty-two counties in a greater Irish nation, the outcome, I would suggest, of Social Theocratic progress.

Suppressing their emotions in favour of cold logic, the British scorn religion and, hence, the soul. A people bereft of metaphysics because constitutionally dominated by metachemistry.

Politicians, hamstrung by 'political correctness' and/or vote-cadging requirements, rarely say anything of moral or intellectual, never mind political significance. They tend, rather, to avoid the obvious and to skirt around topics that could – and should – be treated in a more forthright not to say commonsensical manner. British politicians bore me to death.

One of the worst things about living in London is the daily sight and sound of the red double-decker buses, of which there are apparently several thousand. So metachemically square and indicative, somehow, of state-hegemonic criteria, like, at the other pole of what is in effect a state-hegemonic axis, the metro, or underground. Neither of those modes of transport have any appeal to me, and, as an Irishman of Catholic descent, I do my level best to avoid them.

Ultimately the only 'dragon', 'lion', 'wolf', or whatever to be neutralized is the female of the species, without whose neutralization (in 'Kingdom Come') the male adult will continue to play 'second fiddle' in a world dominated by females and characterized by 'family values'. You do not espouse, let alone achieve, a society characterized by otherworldly values (hegemonic over pseudo-netherworldly ones) by endorsing the world, least of all the one (there are in fact two principal types of worldliness as characterized by axial division) dominated by female hegemonic criteria in what used, in the Christian or Catholic West, to be Marian vein, but is nowadays more likely, under some degree of republican socialist criteria, to be akin to the Delacroix (strange name for such a painter) icon of 'Liberty (the embodiment of female values) leading the People' … back up towards metachemistry as the type of the free female (feminist bitch) par excellence, who has to 'strut her stuff' (upstairs) before she can hope to achieve a surrogate plenum (to temporarily relieve the emptiness of her fundamentally vacuous condition) through maternity and, hence, world-perpetuating propagation, both of which, I regret to say, would get Old Testament sanction.

Socialism is a bitch and bitches suck. Therefore socialism sucks.

I detest the whole bitch-ridden socialistic disposition that poisons the individual and makes culture, in any genuine sense of the term, virtually impossible. Not only do sociable people suck, they lack any sense of self and, hence, culture of the soul.

The Artist, Philosopher-King, or whatever, stands apart from society like one who knows about a better world which he feels it his duty to depict, one way or another, according to his medium. Society, for him, is a threat to his art, his thought, his vision. He avoids it whenever and wherever possible.

When, like myself, you are axially single-decker to overground (the El, or elevated train line), it follows that you will not be too partial to double-decker to underground (the metro), since that will be axially at variance with your ethnic (and gender) predilection for church-hegemonic axial criteria, being, by contrast, decidedly a confirmation and reflection of state-hegemonic axial criteria. The former axis tends to predominate in the Republic of Ireland, the latter one in the United Kingdom, not least in England and, in particular, London.

It's a sad fact, but most people prefer to live in ignorance than to have the benefit of knowledge, whether or not because of a fear that such knowledge would expose their shortcomings or undermine their self-esteem or bring them into conflict with the system, or whatever. Knowledge for them would be like a mirror held up to their face, albeit one that was apt to show them in a poor or distorted light.

Besides which, there are class barriers over which ignorance dare not jump … from fear of encountering a new form of knowledge and/or a type of knowledge inimical to class interests.

Ignorance is only painful once it has been exposed by knowledge.

Knowledge is often a compensation for the fact that we live in ignorance of our destinies, blindly groping, through knowledge, for a possible key or lead to the future, even though the future is not always what we make it, but sometimes what others make of us.

Those who experience bliss, which is a form of self-knowledge, are rarely ignorant.

'Kingdom Come' will only come when the People elect to de-mystify themselves, thereby embracing Truth. Wishful thinking? Ionnesco would certainly think so!

The permissive age or the so-called permissive society – permission, through want of religion, to be either a bitch or a sonofabitch, and to be either with virtual impunity. The modern age par excellence.

For me, the worst of all possible worlds, or deals, is having to live with the scrapings of the British Empire when you're not British but Irish. An improbable juxtaposition of ethnically incompatible types … making for a strung-out, up-tight existence in the city.

These days I write with more ease, fluency, and even frequency than was formerly the case – doubtless a sign of advancing age if not impending senility.

The mindset of the masses is linked to certain prejudicial archetypes – moral, ethnic, racial, cultural, sexual, etc. - which they are rarely able to transcend, largely because prejudice is a consequence not so much of ignorance as of suffering and the general intolerance if not hatred of others that arises from having to endure them too often and too closely.

A writer is a person who writes. The question then arises: What kind of writer are you – dramatic, poetic, prosodic, or philosophic? I can confidently say of myself that I am a philosophical kind of writer who occasionally falls back on poetry as if descending, in axial terms, from overground trains to single-decker buses, since of Irish Catholic descent.

There are others, I full know, who would be the converse of that, occasionally ascending from poetry to philosophy, and still others who, given to opposite axial predilections, would be partial to either drama or fiction, or maybe even to a descent, as it were, from plays to the occasional novel, as from double-decker buses to conventional rail and/or the underground, or perhaps even ascending or, rather, counter-ascending from prose to the occasional play, as from trains of the aforementioned types to double-decker buses, or something to that effect.

In the case of prose, I think one has to distinguish, moreover, between the liberal democratic novelist and his social democratic counterpart, as though between conventional trains (not elevated) and the metro, or, in book-publishing terms, hardbacks and paperbacks (softbacks), not to mention, in terms of writing implements, between, say, fountain pens and biros, the latter surely a kind of proletarian alternative to the bourgeois type of pen which I would regard as typifying liberal democratic criteria in general.

Be that as it may, I am not one of those writers who writes in state-hegemonic axial terms, whether with regard to double-decker type drama (plays) or to conventional train/underground type prose (novels), since my preferred axis is demonstrably church-hegemonic, as though from single-decker buses at the southwest point of the intercardinal axial compass to overground trains (the El) at the northeast point thereof, with a predilection less poetic than, as noted above, philosophic, which has resulted in a number of aphoristic not to say supernotational (the term is mine) works of an intensely ideological and comprehensively-exacting logical order to which the state-hegemonic British pay little or no attention, given their predilection for plays and novels at the expense not merely of philosophy but, not altogether surprisingly, of poetry too.

This, I know, is an oversimplification; for things are rarely cut-and-dried, as they say, and my writings, being logically comprehensive, have documented, like no other writer, the distinctions between hegemonic and subordinate gender positions at each and every point of the intercardinal axial compass, thereby doing justice to the further distinctions between drama and pseudo-poetry at the northwest point of the said compass, between pseudo-philosophy and fiction at the southeast point thereof, a point polar, in state-hegemonic terms, to the northwest, as also to the further distinctions between pseudo-drama and poetry at the southwest point of the compass in question, and between philosophy and pseudo-fiction at the northeast point thereof, a point polar, in church-hegemonic terms, to the southwest, not least in terms of philosophy to poetry, my own gender predilection with an emphasis, it need not be forgotten, on philosophy, albeit a philosophy 'fertilized', from time to time, by poetry or, at any rate, by some kind of poetic injection of metaphorical licence. Voilà!

Salvation means nothing if not unequivocally associated with the deliverance of males or, more correctly, pseudo-males from female dominion, an eventuality, no matter how seemingly implausible in today's world, requiring the correlative counter-damnation of females to a position subordinate, in pseudo-metachemistry, to metaphysics, like pseudo-space (spaced) under time (repetitive) at the northeast point of the intercardinal axial compass on what would have to be the stepped-up (resurrected) church-hegemonic axis, no longer beholden to metachemical domination, but completely independent of all materialist/fundamentalist constraints such that, formerly, would have anchored extrapolations of a Christian nature.

A big ask, to be sure, but never despair! For the alternative is what you've got, not least under state-hegemonic domination.

Saving all from sin irrespective of gender – isn't that the Christian delusion fuelled by a certain worldly relativity, an almost androgynous want of proper gender discrimination which was to lead, in due course, to the downfall of Western civilization as the Protestant heresy (issuing in state-hegemonic axial criteria) gained in secular momentum, resulting in the alpha-stemming if not alpha-orientated feminism and so-called gender equalitarianism of today.

In Britain, a society dominated by females, with a female sovereign (not for the first time), is a more or less taken-for-granted situation, despite the pretensions of right-wing parliamentarians/puritans to male-hegemonic control. Whether they like it or not, such persons are compromised by the monarchic/anglican rule, like the Gideon New Testament by the King James Bible in which there is, of course, more Old Testament than New. Britain is the land, par excellence, where no opt-out clause from female dominion along the lines of religious idealism is taken seriously, and where, in consequence, the concept, never mind prospect, of 'Kingdom Come' is a non-starter. I am not, of course, talking about Catholic, gay, or other exceptions to the general rule, but about the rule itself, all the way down from the northwest to the southeast points of the intercardinal axial compass on what is, by any definition, a state-hegemonic axis.

As a rule, females are less ambivalent and/or ambiguous than males, 'cutting to the chase', as the American saying goes, with a ruthless precision that is, to a male mind, positively frightening in its directness – a divergent product of objectivity.

It is one of the ironies of history that the Irish got their Catholicism from the Norman English, who replaced the Celtic Christianity of Ireland with their own Rome-oriented form of Christianity. Another is that the Church of Ireland seems more Irish than its Roman counterpart, which is, after all, Roman and not Irish.

The overwhelming majority of symphonies – that classical art form par excellence – are composed along state-hegemonic lines, with a preponderating polarity between brass and strings that normally favours the latter, as though with a bias for physics as against metachemistry, or vegetation (earth) as against fire, or mass as against space. I can't pretend, with my dislike of state-hegemonic axial criteria (double-decker red buses to conventional ground – as opposed to overground or underground – trains), to be greatly enamoured of symphonic instrumental norms, even if the music itself is often quite pleasing.

You can't imagine how horrible it is all your adult life to be doing one thing – and to be doing it to an exceptionally high standard – while being pressurised into doing something else, something completely at variance with one's wishes and predilections as a writer. This is the fate I have endured as an Irishman in Britain. Bad enough that one should be 'doing one's thing' in a place so barbarously inimical to it!

It was a dream than turned into a nightmare as he found himself first sitting upstairs in a red double-decker bus and then alighting from it only to descend several steps into an underground station from which prospect he awoke in a screaming sweat, as though unable to take being rubbed up the wrong (axial) way – a man of Irish Catholic origin – to such a deplorable extent. 'I've had enough of this!' he cried, before realizing it was only a bad dream and that he was still in bed, with no immediate threat of either double-decker red buses or underground trains. 'Phew! What a relief!' he sighed. And yet how indicative this was of what it meant to be in exile from his native land, where single-decker green buses and even the prospect of overground rail services, as in the better parts of Germany, were generally more prevalent. But Ireland was still a country – possibly partly if not largely due to the British state-of-affairs existing in Northern Ireland - where they drove on the left, like Britain, and not, on that account, akin to its continental partners in the euro zone, including its paymaster, Germany!

'Don't be clear with me, sonny!' he snapped. 'I've had enough bitching for one day, as it is!'

I believe neither in the equality of the genders, the equality of the races, the equality of the classes, nor the equality of the ethnicities. Those who do believe in equality in such matters strike me as being deluded, whether through superficiality, perversion, vanity, partiality, or whatever.

Women lead to kids. I detest kids. Therefore women are to be avoided.

I dislike kids. Kids come from women. Therefore I don't like women.

They speak rather glibly of the creative mind behind Nature, but they would do better to refer to the stellar-like inception of the Cosmos and what naturally follows from it in terms of a creative body, since there is far more soma than psyche in Nature, which is probably a testament to the fact that 'the Creator', or creative force, is rather more female than male in character. That's why I call it Devil the Mother, since the notion of God the Father in the Beginning is a bit rich, to say the least, and testifies more to male pretensions and wishful thinking than to the objective and largely bodily nature of diurnal reality.

Creative minds, on the other hand, being male, come somewhat later in chronological time, and are apt, when true, to be rather more against Nature and the Cosmos than for it in consequence of it. If they are for anything, it is more likely to be that which transcends Nature, whether as civilization or culture or some kind of combination of the two. Indeed, taken to its logical conclusion, this would result in a position not merely contrary to Nature but antithetical to the Cosmos, with the maximization of mind and, as its inevitable corollary, the minimization of bodily soma. In other words, to a saint and neutralized dragon-like paradigm which would signify the ultimate triumph of the male principle (psyche) over the female one (soma) and a total rejection, in consequence, of creative bodies behind Nature – a rejection, in short, of Creator-ism as deriving from the Bible.