T.S. Eliot, "The Hollow Men"Mistah Kurtz—he dead.
A penny for the Old Guy
I
We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar
Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;
Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.
II
Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death's dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind's singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.
Let me be no nearer
In death's dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—
Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom
III
This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man's hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.
Is it like this
In death's other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.
IV
The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death's twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.
V
Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o'clock in the morning.
Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long
Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom
For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Friday, September 7, 2018
The Powerless Process
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Guy sounds remarkably like Tucker Carlson. IS it Tucker? Could be his voice double, except for his sounding ess hysterical. Poor Tucker usully remunds me of a rabid fox terrier running around yipping frantcally as he tries to bite the ankles of everyone in sight.
What this might have to do with Ted Kaczynski I can't imagine. Wasn't TK the bomber a sort of Latter Day Luddite who believed our machines and electronic gadgets, et al. have put us on the road to ruin, and must, therefore, be destroyed –– something like that?
At any rate, T.S. Eliot, the midwestern American from Missouri, who lived as though he were a natural-born Britisher was one DEPRESSING dude.
I enjoyed reading Eliot when I was young, because like ALL young people I was confused, anxious, uncertain of my direction, and therefore, depressed a lot of the time –– when I wasn't fucking my brains out. ];'^}>
Misery loves company, so of course, I gravitated towards Eliot. But then miracle dictu with some very good luck in finding salubrious influences filled with practical wisdom I began to learn what life was really all about, got religion, and began, despite many setbacks, to be ––– would you believe it? ––– HAPPY!
Ergo, I haev no use anymore for breastbeaters, soulsearchers, and guys who draw attenton to themselves and become cult leaders by working sedulousy to sound mysterious, cryptic, unfathomably complex. and as esoteric and arcane as possible. You know the guys who love to make simple things sound terribly complex and far above YOU in order to make THEMSELVES seem important.
And I have even LESS use for TROUBLEMAKERS like Al Gore, Barack Obama, Maxine Waters, Chuck Schumer, Kamala Harris, the Ocasio-Cortez upstart, etc.
PHOOEY on ALL of that, or as Nero Wolfe wuld say, PFUI!
The Power Process is Ted Kaczinski's reason for doing away with technology. He wasn't entirely wrong.
I understand. I was not unsympathetic to Kaczynski's AIMS, but his METHODS ...... well
I often long fo a return to a simpler, less "convenient" way of living.
After all my grandparents and great aunts and uncles used OUTHOUSES, and had artesian wellheads on the counter right at their kitchen sinks. You had to pump the water by hand. If you wanted hot water, you had to heat it in big heavy pots on a cast iron wood or coal stove. Had to stoke the coal furnace in the basement several times a day, and haul the ashes up the celar stairs in buckets, then s[read with a rake over the driveway.. The iceman delivered big blocks ofreal ice to be put in the wooden icebox once a week. The drip pan hsd to be emptied every day, or else ... Grandma made all her own clothes on a TREADLE sewing machine. So di two of my great aunts. Everyone had fruit trees, blackberry and raspberry bushes, mulberry trees, and BIG vegetable gardens.
And then there were the HOME CANNING trulls every fall. Puttigup preserves like crazy, and lots of pies and cobblers made wth the overflow..
I got in on the tail end of all that, but remember it as WONDERFUL for all concerned. A LOT of work, yes, but it gave life more focus, more meaning and more shared family experience.
So, YES! The good old days really were GOOD.
I always figured Kaczynski was driven mad at the realization that technological progress has made leftism obsolete. The poor check their food stamp balances on $800 cell phones and all that.
Kacynski was no "leftist". He became good friends in prison with fellow bombers Tim McVeigh (before execution) and Ramzi Yousef,
Kacynski on Leftists...
KAcynski on McVeigh...
I know all that. What I mean is how do you seize the means of production of a telecommuter? The Left would have to become the State, thus usurping and surrendering their own first principle. Kaczynski discovered communism is a lie, and got mad about it not being true.
Who is the "we" in Kaczynski's manifesto? Did he keep a mouse in his pocket?
Nuttier than squirrel turds.
Even Kropotkin was a Bakunin-style advocate of attendat / "propaganda of the deed" anarchist terrorism at first...
Kaczynski never knew about Thoreau's cell mate. "These four walls do not a prison make, but my cell mate tattooed nipples on my shoulderblades and calls me Bitch"
Thus the flaw of neo-Luddites like Ted Kaczinski. He believes in the myth of control. His little shack can't stop weeds from growing, much less a tornado from blowing it away. He can't stand a world where working together - with pointy sticks or combine tractors - feeds more people than ourselves. He wants to be a tribe of one, and the lions ate him.
The very exemplar of education creating a moron.
Ted Kaczynski is Pol Pot without leadership skills.
Sorry I "FreeThinke'd" your blog. It was sufficient to dismiss Ted Kaczynski as an over-educated moron. Blindfolded by his rectum.
________ COME, LABOR ON ________
Come, labor on.
Who dares stand idle on the harvest plain,
while all around us waves the golden grain?
And to each servant does the Master say,
"Go work today.
" Come, labor on.
The enemy is watching night and day,
to sow the tares, to snatch the seed away;
while we in sleep our duty have forgot,
he slumbered not.
Come, labor on.
Away with gloomy doubts and faithless fear!
No arm so weak but may do service here:
by feeblest agents may our God fulfill
his righteous will.
Come, labor on.
Claim the high calling angels cannot share--
to young and old the Gospel gladness bear; r
edeem the time; its hours too swiftly fly.
The night draws nigh.
Come, labor on.
No time for rest, till glows the western sky,
till the long shadows o'er our pathway lie,
and a glad sound comes with the setting sun.
"Servants, well done."
~ Tune: “Ora Labora” by T. Tertius Noble
Text: Jane Bothwick
How fondly I remember
––– the days when mothers cared
And tried till the last ember
___ died to teach that what we dared
To say in gleeful wild defiance
___ was unworthy and insulting
A bane to self-reliance
___ 'cause old Nick we were consulting.
Today, as though besotted
___ by an ancient witch's potion
Our mothers mores rotted
__ to Old Nick they've pledged devotion
And children free to shout and curse
___ and freely masturbate
Live lives immeasurably worse
___ for being profligate.
~ FreeThinke
______________ The Maze ______________
Once we discover the lure of unbridled sensuality
Or the false promise that great riches will free us
___ from the burden of our humanity,
We do, indeed, wander into an ever-more-perplexing
___ and ultimately terrifying maze of our own devising,
Till ultimately we fall exhausted, –– depleted ––, and expire
___ amid rapidly growing thorns
That tear the putrefying flesh from our sorry remains,
___ while slowly obliterating every trace
______ of our once-promising existence.
... Andro Megasus McCullough
__ I Sang My Song Deep in the Shaded Wood __
I sang my song deep in the shaded wood
Only the birds, the squirrels, the deer –– and God ––
Were there to hear, and learn just where I stood.
Not one of them gave me the smallest nod.
It didn't matter in the least to me.
I sing because I want to sing, that's all.
I'm grateful to be able to be me.
The forest's fine. I don't need a great hall.
I noticed long ago the goddess Fame
Was in fact a Sham –– a great Deceiver ––
A Lure –– a Siren Call leading to Shame
For one who'd hoped to be a great Achiever.
God's voice they say is rarely ever heard
And yet I'm sure He hears our every word.
~ FreeThinke
None too much. Even "individualism".
___ TO PROMOTE INNER PEACE ___
Divorce yourself from everything that's "pop"
Visualize a cabin in the pines
Close by a silver lake or sparkling stream
Detached from every aspect of the grid.
Chop wood, fetch water so you may survive
Eating fresh caught fish or game you kill
Along with berries, nuts, and tasty leaves.
Carry with you a supply of books
Writing paper and a clutch of pens
Allow yourself an oil lamp for the night
Embrace austerity, and get to know
Yourself, and only what may be essential
To survival in the coming winter months.
Emulating Thoreau may provide
The antidote to hellish modern life.
~ FreeThinke
Kaczynski hated computers because a computer can make a dullard a greater mathematician than he thought himself to be. That computers make his mastery of adding, subtracting, multiplying, and dividing and all the orders of operation one can do with 3rd grade skills exponentiated not seem all that special.
Then there's the extreme brainwashing his loved ones put him through. Here's a window-licking moron told all his life that he's a "genius" by people who use calculators to prove 1 + 1 = 2. He got to a level of education whwre even his students were detecting the fraudulent nature of his academic achievements and he cracked.
Ted Kaczynski was a bullshit artist that technology (calculators / computers) could easily refute and surpass. The jig was up.
I rented and binge watched the Discovery Channel's "Manhunt: Unabomber" series. It hints at things I suspected about Ted Kaczynski that actually turn up in his psychological profile. Did you know he sought gender reassignment surgery in the early 1960s?
The Unabomber is a faggot.
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