NIHILISTERINE - Comes in MAGA-flavors (cheezwhiz n bacon fat!) too, denominations listed by the hundreds on the peel-back label - Messiah du Jour, the "Bleeder's Digest" Saccharine Condensed Version!!
"When a revolutionary spirit confronts his contemporaries, the violence of his contempt for banalities, for the dead weight of worn out traditions, for dead symbols as D. H. Lawrence called them, causes antagonism and resistance. Fear paralyzes understanding." — Anais Nin, from the Introduction to Antonin Artaud, Man of Vision, Bettina L. Knapp, First Swallow Press / Ohio University Press edition 1980, from the Preface, pg. x
The perfected hat-trick of American religion, fries on the side, is to disguise nihilism with variegated 2000 year old plus "brands" rife with the extreme chaos of archetypal MessianismS mugging groups all sizes led by one or more tyrants with "Charismatic Personality Disorder" who often confuse "intuition/psychic powers" for "religion" aka PROPHETS with a direct line to MANA which indeed is an equal opportunity "mugger" of any and all so read the fine print - wait, wait, there IS no fine print unless it's that of official Holy Writ, then, thusly the only safety is RINSE and SPIT and head for the hills), so
suffice it to bray, to point out the obvious, there are many many rivals (BORING yet deadly) NOW as there were in, say, ancient Rome as the millennia turned, all vying for "THE one and only Messiah" (cue Heinz 57 meg-millioned multiply squared) which, a major theme in the deemed to be "civilized world", again, "varietal" since "all deities are local viz Mid-East and surrounds, the bloody clown shows of (not so) ancient Rome, Alexandria, Carthage, et. al. (major roads connected these centers for trade and tyranny) massive city states proclaiming themselves Unus Mundus, Navel of the Universe, therefore ruthlessly ruling, serving the real deity, POWER (and will again if MAGOG, I mean, MAGA has it's crimson way),
alas, in the end, out's ITSELF, the POWER DEVIL (C. G. Jung's accurate name for it), shows its xenophobic dark side disguised as light and fluffy, always, and promises that everything (even concentration camps, book bannings and burnings, hyper-control of press and information, et. alI is ALL for the Universe's own good (humans presume to "know better" therefore their local variety deities also presume to "know better" so, hey, get with the anthropoidal-hemorrhoidal programs with their inevitable pogroms righteously enforced, weight their local deity upon others who do not "hold with" said deity and varietal, manifestly destined "plans". (which usually ends with locally and IN THE END with a apocryphal, apocalyptic destruction of the old world (NIHILISM, ANYONE?) for "good's sake" (thus even Deity does not solve but is conditioned to, and bound, by the opposites of Good and Evil...IT renders evil to preserve the good...OY? I'm ready for my close up, Mister Surreal (muddled and bloody as she goes).
American Religion has and will fail as they do throughout humanoidal bipodal hysteria, I mean, history. Religion is best, at most, served tongue in cheek, better than teeth biting cheek OUCH! with instructions to copiously RINSE AND SPIT. REPEAT. REPEAT. REPEAT. AMOR FATI.
We were forewarned by the infantile King Baby
DJT, the Tyrannical Child
Only spits, never rinses
SAME AS IT EVER WUZZZZZZ.
Talking Head's Live (from the movie Stop Making Sense)
sSumzit up massively:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TGofoH9RDEA&list=PLke4g-fS3LOaaUgmHkFiQ8K9Bww8dfKTf&index=11
Excerpt from "The Lives of the Saints"
by Charles Wright
Randy Newman - God's Song (That's Why I Love Mankind)
NOTE - and do your own research - There were 300 plus so-called messiahs along with many hemi- simi- demi- messiah wannabes in the first century and all of them were crucified. And there were many more rival messiah-like candidates of different religions. Mithraism, the religion, was the major rival to new Christianity. Worth reading of this Bull religion (god was a Bull), where the god was killed, rose again in 3 days. Rituals included killing a bull and eating the flesh and bathing in and drinking the blood.
Many many rituals/religions involved such rituals either literally or symbolically. Something there is in the oral, as in eating, drinking aspect of religions. Comparative religions, history of religions gives many accounts of such.
In fact, "adoration" - a word greatly, well, adored and meaningfully used in religions as well as secularly (I love you, golf, movies, et al). Etymologically adore: from ad "to" + ลrare "speak formally, pray" (see orator). We all know that "oral" is not just voice but eating, tasting, swallowing. Since human (and other mammalian life) depends on eating from birth to live, makes sense that eating and mouths figure very strongly as religious activities!
Adoration, The Deconstruction of Christianity 2 goes into "adoration", its meanings etymologically. Nancy expands those meanings significantly and deliciously especially in the word's emphasis on the mouth, its functions, literally and figuratively.
Brief review of the book here (from 2018, discovered the book by accident on Christmas Eve! - a major wheel turner for me):
"NOT theology here at all. Dis-enclosure of theological language, to break free of enclosed, calcified and deadly provincialism poisoning old and haunting new articulation/gestures toward sacrality...Jean-Luc will more than dis-enclose, he will blast the earnest reader without swag or chin-jut in your face tired old defiance as if shouting one's unbelief could rid sacrality from being itself once and for all.
Jean-Luc's efforts arrive at hard won sublimities of articulation which may at least hint at/evoke/appproach adoration, that which discloses the Excess, that Exceedingness, which is what all such talk and idea attempt to reveal but cannot since IT, God, is that which exceeds all knowing and understanding; all attempts at such are what petrifies/reifies God into murderous "idols."
The Western god-project holds an inherent nihilism which deconstructs itself as it goes along, splintering into surplus perpetuated by force, often violent, which could possibly lead to literal destruction of the planet. We find ourselves in that abject place now. Nancy contends that this place of abjection is exactly where a reawakening of the spirit is, or can be, must be:
"The form of spirit as it awakens is adoration." - Ludwig Wittgenstein
Publisher's Note:
Adoration is the second volume of the Deconstruction of Christianity, following Dis-Enclosure. The first volume attempted to demonstrate why it is necessary to open reason up not to a religious dimension but to one transcending reason as we have been accustomed to understanding it; the term "adoration" attempts to name the gesture of this dis-enclosed reason. Adoration causes us to receive ignorance as truth: not a feigned ignorance, perhaps not even a "nonknowledge," nothing that would attempt to justify the negative again, but the simple, naked truth that there is nothing in the place of God, because there is no place for God. The outside of the world opens us in the midst of the world, and there is no first or final place. Each one of us is at once the first and the last. Each one, each name. And our ignorance is made worse by the fact that we do not know whether we ought to name this common and singular property of all names. We must remain in this suspense, hesitating between and stammering in various possible languages, ultimately learning to speak anew. In this book, Jean-Luc Nancy goes beyond his earlier historical and philosophical thought and tries to think-or at least crack open a little to thinking-a stance or bearing that might be suitable to the retreat of God that results from the self-deconstruction of Christianity. Adoration may be a manner, a style of spirit for our time, a time when the "spiritual" seems to have become so absent, so dry, so adulterated. The book is a major contribution to the important strand of attempts to think a "post-secular" situation of religion.
Google preview here:
https://www.google.com/books/edition/Adoration/6JGUDwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&printsec=frontcover
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My brief review of "Adoration, The Deconstruction of Christianity II by Jean-Luc Nancy" refers to the inherent nihilism in .
NOT theology here at all. Dis-enclosure of theological language, to break free of enclosed, calcified and deadly provincialism poisoning old and haunting new articulation/gestures toward sacrality...Jean-Luc will more than dis-enclose, he will blast the earnest reader without swag or chin-jut in your face tired old defiance as if shouting one's unbelief could rid sacrality from being itself once and for all.
Jean-Luc's efforts arrive at hard won sublimities of articulation which may at least hint at/evoke/appproach adoration, that which discloses the Excess, that Exceedingness, which is what all such talk and idea attempt to reveal but cannot since IT, God, is that which exceeds all knowing and understanding; all attempts at such are what petrifies/reifies God into murderous "idols."
The Western god-project holds an inherent nihilism which deconstructs itself as it goes along, splintering into surplus perpetuated by force, often violent, which could possibly lead to literal destruction of the planet. We find ourselves in that abject place now. Nancy contends that this place of abjection is exactly where a reawakening of the spirit is, or can be, must be:
"The form of spirit as it awakens is adoration." - Ludwig Wittgenstein
Publisher's Note:
Adoration is the second volume of the Deconstruction of Christianity, following Dis-Enclosure. The first volume attempted to demonstrate why it is necessary to open reason up not to a religious dimension but to one transcending reason as we have been accustomed to understanding it; the term "adoration" attempts to name the gesture of this dis-enclosed reason. Adoration causes us to receive ignorance as truth: not a feigned ignorance, perhaps not even a "nonknowledge," nothing that would attempt to justify the negative again, but the simple, naked truth that there is nothing in the place of God, because there is no place for God. The outside of the world opens us in the midst of the world, and there is no first or final place. Each one of us is at once the first and the last. Each one, each name. And our ignorance is made worse by the fact that we do not know whether we ought to name this common and singular property of all names. We must remain in this suspense, hesitating between and stammering in various possible languages, ultimately learning to speak anew. In this book, Jean-Luc Nancy goes beyond his earlier historical and philosophical thought and tries to think-or at least crack open a little to thinking-a stance or bearing that might be suitable to the retreat of God that results from the self-deconstruction of Christianity. Adoration may be a manner, a style of spirit for our time, a time when the "spiritual" seems to have become so absent, so dry, so adulterated. The book is a major contribution to the important strand of attempts to think a "post-secular" situation of religion.
https://www.google.com/books/edition/Adoration/6JGUDwAAQBAJ?hl=en&gbpv=1&printsec=frontcover
***
APPENDIX (OR IS IT)
Design - Fabricate - Install: A Carol On The Difficulty Of Communion With The Ineffable In An Age Of Disbelief, Solitude, And Profound Anxiety
for Hank
“Poetry, alas, grows more and more distant. What commonly goes by the name of 'culture' forgets the poem [or distorts it into 'popular' dissemblances]. This is because poetry does not easily suffer the demand for clarity, the passive audience, the simple message. The poem is an intransigent exercise. It is devoid of mediation and hostile to media.” - Alain Badiou, “Language, Thought, Poetry”*
NORTON'S "Postmodern American Poetry"
arrives with a broken
back & me with a limp
(a broken big toe)
crossing East 7th street
to Via Della Pace - the
Way of Peace Bistro
only to find a welder
welding the lowest step
there Rodriguez 13 the
tee shirt reads & he is
intent kneeling before
searing incandescent
single-pointed flame
it's quick sparks pre-
sently a hurting light
startles, my entrance
prevented by such kneel-
ing the #13 the books &
Christmas the Cross the
candle-hand man the ab-
sence/presence of light/
Light heavy in hand
Let me pass he lets
me pass/limp up
the 4 steel steps
push in to the Way
of Peace take the
usual place & settle
rattled by icon &
image pain of toe
Pewter visions of
what is not any
longer there the
wear of a half
century not to com-
pare that of 20
centuries past what
can last or come
from all that so
sit hard down
upon wood get to
the books at hand
the known & the new
mystery emerging
from the white plastic
sheath carefully
packed
Christmas any day
heavy the book's
poetry
a flat hand sans
candle holder
feels good to
the hand & the
man making
Christmas joy in
the Way of Peace
remembering
his first pair of
Buster Browns
brown shoes
shiny as Christmas
blisters on heals
hurt to pop unlike
the book wrapt
clear of air filled
pleasant to pinch
shoes drenched
with blood
so feared the limping
boy then now the limping
man home from school
(memory) the yellow
bus doomy screaming
gull cries of carrion
children jeer at bullied's
tears how could such
round-toed & brown
shining turn to catastrophe
mystery felt yet
unkenned
something needing
study so ordered
hold them (poems)
reverently
now in hand &
open book anywhere
open it & read: It is
a human universe &
> I is a correspond-
dent
> The Innocence of
of children is not long
if ever
genuine
it, something,
dreaded felt
as yet unknown
other
shines
(bruised
shins or toe
as yet untold
but wailed
woes 'thrown'
world)
forth from
faces
JUNG SAYS 'TIME IS AN ORPHAN'
THRUST INTO A
MEMORY SUCH
IS A HEAVY DOOR
sorting shattered
ornaments each
Christmas before
the tree is trimmed
the grim task to sort
each broken globe
glinting shards from
the survivors (I AM
ONE) so sad a mystery
to me still remains
how they do break in
darkness stored in
attic high untouched
by light my hand
the supple hold of
green everly - I cannot
toss them (pretty shards
all the more beautiful
because pitiful (I am)
any-old-way away) so
bear them to woods
where the tree is yearly
cut/coif-ed & so scatter
them upon needles brown -
changelings into sparks -
resembling those the
welder makes just out
the door now kneeling
as I have kneeled (once
& do still) chub boy
adrift midriff-ed betaken
by betoken mysteries'
brokenness's safe(r) re-
turn to trees ever green
though hard on toes &
orphaned shards I now
adhere to a bard or two
the goodfew ('Call me,
Goodfew') of words &
what of them of absence
be made though presenting
sleight of palms even
Rodriquez 13 kneeling
before fire/light
Erotic stance w/ pewter
hands the welder removes
his mask reveals a fine
face w/gold teeth unbroken
as ornaments were once
& forever; Bro eats his
sand-the world-wich
blankly staring
past his truck
notice then the
side of it says
DESIGN - FABRICATE - INSTALL
& I think -
the history
of religions is this,
just, only the sign
reads Modern Steel
(NOT Postmodern
as it now should be
to be precise & true
to the age bereft) located
on Stagg Street thrust once
again into Christmas - deer
& such - though Celtic too -
Cernunnos snorts from forests
rough deeply into green mown
fields where sits beside
a full silver stream an
orphaned god abandoned
carved upon stone with
bronze (before steel) but
still (the god is) stone
fearing it is no longer
real yet sentinel to
'an archaic authority' (Kristeva)
I AM ONE, BUT OPPOSED TO MYSELF' (JUNG)
orphanspeak from
orphanmouth tries
Rodriguez 13 sandwich
done kneels again mask
in place again showers
more the steel step
single-pointed flame
so hurtingly bright
reflects back to it-
self but unopposed as
is night sometimes op-
posed by me such stars
sparks upon a steel
black step above I fear
to take that one so
whistle in said dark
a friend to nothing
much but a friend to
sparks such are whist-
les in the lurch the
stretch of mind not
disregarding toes &
a nose for pain
The nail of my toe
is purple beneath
with blood congealed
there/no place to
go though my foot
takes it to & fro
back & forth the
ugly nail an eye
blind scarlet as
the fabric in my
brother's poor
church behind the
empty wood (Beauty)
of Cross the pewter
hands (make too much
of them the mind says)
indicating that 'light
is or can be found
there in 'absentia'
Black tape it began
with black tape it
began & so too ends
the tale of a nail
swollen misshapen
each step a hurting
forward keeping a man
awake Christmas & all
& being or striving
to be a poet I do not
care at all any longer
(a lie) so wrap my
injured toe blood eye
& all in electrician's
tape feels good there
& not to see it screaming
there seeking surcease
& so seeking I
open the thick
tome of a half
century America
blood & steel
misshapen god
so misshapen
citizens with
miscreant tongues
reel but with
feeling snort
paganly into
the green hope
in spite of all
that has gone
before in spite
of Christmas
even once a year
other holy days
gone, too, wild
for gelt 'all melt
& maya' I too
spill into the
the covers the
heavy book &
open it up it
always now
opens to its
(all our)
broken back
the poem there
at the breech
HOWL
as did
I/we all (just
to remind) when
the blue water
broke to nuclear
flame over an
elegant place
as did the now
faceless orna-
ments break
into armaments
& my/our own
wooden burden
for blades dropped
(& falling still)
hard upon as
did/does the mid-
(mad) century drop
fall into this
new one while
Robin Blaser
sing-songs from
the room of the (my)
(our) living the (my)
(our) in-breathing
breathing out -
'The clown of dignity sits in his tree.
The clown of games hangs there, too.
Which is which or where they go -
the point is to make others see -
that two men in a tree is clearly
the same as poetry''- Robin Blaser
'Oh say can you...' (fledging parapl0gic)
WARREN 'CHRISTMAS EVERYDAY'
SHOUT (to the server, Marco Saint) :
'Arctic honey! ...mouthing the root...
garment crow...declining preacher...' (John Ashberry)
Bring me the check! 'because I was flesh'
(Edward Dahlberg) ...'because I have had
to be fetched out of the deep like a fish,
or fell like a white stone from heaven.
'In woods & mountains I roam' (Jung) in
Christmas world that limps a black taped
toe pointing a way fore/aft the heft of 20
bereft centuries so great a fall
DESIGN - FABRICATE - INSTALL
the subject matter
is not new & not
the sorrow old as
the first cave bear-
ing first fire in
human hand the ex-
piring artist torn
from blank sky to
an expectant wall
a herd there a de-
claration - one day
we too will fill the
earth as hooves have
done & capture sun &
be done over over done
& so come to such edge
of ruin masked BUT
(unexpectedly) OPPOSED
(because of thumbs)
TO OURSELVES & THE
PLACE THAT HOLDS US
STILL THAT MATERNAL
NOW ABJECT & STILL
UTTERING STILL
WRITING BEYOND
CAVE & CENTURIES
TO CONFRONT SAID
ABJECTION:
Kristeva: 'Writing
causes the subject
who ventures in it
(abjection) to con-
front an archaic
Authority, on the
nether side of the
Proper Name'
Rodriquez 13
the welding machine
explains nothing to
a black toe joyous
still for the post
delivered by a
feminine hand
Maria Saint of the
blue & the gray
each day become
Christmas
shards
erotic hands
not
withstanding
the pewter man
the absent Cross
can know of Saviors
by our loss the cost
the price of the
ticket the hieratic
gesture the certain
madness a folie
given Its head
Let me then work
my poem (all of
them) around in
furtherance of
what can be said
without such drama
of centuries &
to come Lines end-
ing in Stillness
which is not Death
but Vast from
Which each comes
then returns
(self/myself)
in
to
Image -
Sky -
Expanse -
Singular Branch
& Many -
Plenty Are
Stillnesses
Advances Even
In The Rot The
Dissolve From
Clot Toward What
It Is Or Was &
Always A Proper
Name-Enough For
Me -
STILLNESS
I am taken with
Such at Which
I stare which holds
my gaze with shades
of It & of Itself
that is, is a death
(or like unto it) -
Stillness unbreathed
or in need of It
(Breath) now, having
been only once (Rilke)
who (It seems) be-
comes relents known
form though (It is)
returned or re-
rested to Itself
beyond Christmas
and yet and yet
the kneeling boy
in the evergreen
the shattered orn-
aments gleam the
needles' net a
permanence enough
**
Dan Bern - Wasteland:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gaN1VfmI3Io
But, to end on a positive note:
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