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On Sat, 11 Sep 2004 22:23:32 -0500, "Pupea" <nospam@nospam.com> wrote
in message news:2qgichFusru2U1@uni-berlin.de...


Replying to yourself now, kook?



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>There is a literature that does not reach the voracious mass. It is the
>work of creators, issued from a real necessity in the author, produced
>for himself. It expresses the knowledge of a supreme egoism, in which
>laws wither away. Every page must explode, either by profound heavy
>seriousness, the whirlwind, poetic frenzy, the new, the eternal, the
>crushing joke, enthusiasm for principles, or by the way in which it is
>printed. On the one hand a tottering world in flight, betrothed to the
>glockenspiel of hell, on the other hand: new men. Rough, bouncing, riding on
>hiccups. Behind them a crippled world and literary quacks with a mania
>for improvement.
>
>I say unto you: there is no beginning and we do not tremble, we are not
>sentimental. We are a furious Wind, tearing the dirty linen of clouds
>and prayers, preparing the great spectacle of disaster, fire,
>decomposition.* We will put an end to mourning and replace tears by sirens
>screeching from one continent to another. Pavilions of intense joy and
>widowers with the sadness of poison. Dada is the signboard of abstraction;
>advertising and business are also elements of poetry.
>
>I destroy the drawers of the brain and of social organization: spread
>demoralization wherever I go and cast my hand from heaven to hell, my
>eyes from hell to heaven, restore the fecund wheel of a universal circus
>to objective forces and the imagination of every individual.
>
>Philosophy is the question: from which side shall we look at life, God,
>the idea or other phenomena. Everything one looks at is false. I do not
>consider the relative result more important than the choice between
>cake and cherries after dinner. The system of quickly looking at the other
>side of a thing in order to impose your opinion indirectly is called
>dialectics, in other words, haggling over the spirit of fried potatoes
>while dancing method around it. If I cry out: Ideal, ideal, ideal,
>Knowledge, knowledge, knowledge, Boomboom, boomboom, boomboom,
>I have given a pretty faithful version of progress, law, morality and
>all other fine qualities that various highly intelligent men have
>discussed in so manv books, only to conclude that after all everyone dances
>to his own personal boomboom, and that the writer is entitled to his
>boomboom: the satisfaction of pathological curiosity; a private bell for
>inexplicable needs; a bath; pecuniary difficulties; a stomach with
>repercussions in life; the authority of the mystic wand formulated as the
>bouquet of a phantom orchestra made up of silent fiddle bows greased with
>philtres made of chicken manure. With the blue eye-glasses of an angel
>they have excavated the inner life for a dime's worth of unanimous
>gratitude. If all of them are right and if all pills are Pink Pills, let us
>try for once not to be right. Some people think they can explain
>rationally, by thought, what they think. But that is extremely relative.
>Psychoanalysis is a dangerous disease, it puts to sleep the anti-objective
>impulses of men and systematizes the bourgeoisie. There is no ultimate
>Truth. The dialectic is an amusing mechanism which guides us / in a
>banal kind of way / to the opinions we had in the first place. Does anyone
>think that, by a minute refinement of logic, he has demonstrated the
>truth and established the correctness of these opinions? Logic imprisoned
>by the senses is an organic disease. To this element philosophers
>always like to add: the power of observation. But actually this magnificent
>quality of the mind is the proof of its impotence. We observe, we
>regard from one or more points of view, we choose them among the millions
>that exist. Experience is also a product of chance and individual
>faculties. Science disgusts me as soon as it becomes a speculative system,
>loses its character of utility-that is so useless but is at least
>individual. I detest greasy objectivity, and harmony, the science that finds
>everything in order. Carry on, my children, humanity . . . Science says
>we are the servants of nature: everything is in order, make love and
>bash your brains in. Carry on, my children, humanity, kind bourgeois and
>journalist virgins . . . I am against systems, the most acceptable
>system is on principle to have none. To complete oneself, to perfect oneself
>in one's own littleness, to fill the vessel with one's individuality,
>to have the courage to fight for and against thought, the mystery of
>bread, the sudden burst of an infernal propeller into economic lilies....
>Every product of disgust capable of becoming a negation of the family
>is Dada; a protest with the fists of its whole being engaged in
>destructivc action: *Dada; knowledge of all the means rejected up until now
>by
>the shamefaced sex of comfortable compromise and good manners: Dada;
>abolition of logic, which is the dance of those impotent to create: Dada;
>of every social hierarchy and equation set up for the sake of values by
>our valets: Dada; every object, all objects, sentiments, obscurities,
>apparitions and the precise clash of parallel lines are weapons for the
>fight: Dada; abolition of memory: Dada; abolition of archaeology: Dada;
>abolition of prophets: Dada; abolition of the future: Dada; absolute
>and unquestionable faith in every god that is the immediate product of
>spontaneity:* Dada; elegant and unprejudiced leap from a harmony to the
>other sphere; trajectory of a word tossed like a screeching phonograph
>record; to respect all individuals in their folly of the moment: whether
>it be serious, fearful, timid, ardent, vigorous, determined,
>enthusiastic; to divest one's church of every useless cumbersome accessory;
>to
>spit out disagreeable or amorous ideas like a luminous waterfall, or
>coddle them -with the extreme satisfaction that it doesn't matter in the
>least-with the same intensity in the thicket of one's soul-pure of
>insects for blood well-born, and gilded with bodies of archangels. Freedom:
>Dada Dada Dada, a roaring of tense colors, and interlacing of opposites
>and of all contradictions, grotesques, inconsistencies: LIFE
>
>
>"Pupea" <nospam@nospam.com> wrote in message
>news:2qgichFusru2U1@uni-berlin.de...
>> You are a listed internet Kook, of the "mad dog, anal retentive" verity.
>> You probably smoked pot with a lot of weed killer on it, but your constant
>> drinking could off-set it.
>> Probably not.
>> One of your Old postings to the groups you hang out in;

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