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I am The Founder and started kicking even haha
well that's all folks, I would sellout by linking you to my kickstarter
but it won't even be approved
cuz im underground
aboveground
and hey....
disrupting disruptions disrupting
thats the sound of bad posts falling like rain
peace be with you
dance every day
the guy stuck in Portugal, Fernando Pessoa's little brother,
is in the Culver Hotel lobby forever in a timeloop
the ambient sound of the rest of his life is
Track 216 on my album
which is just an mp3 player i carry around
nomadically the god-emperor of East Los Angeles
a suburb of Mexican empires
so feminine
beauty is the sun worshippping meeee
anyways Bernie Sanders is getting elected
because I promised everyone I wouldn't ever work for him
brown works for me
when y'all take a shit and the sewer system delivers me diamonds
I even had a good conversation with a singularitarian
as part of the wetularity
of fuckgasms
anyways
that's the project
don't stop asking
what it is
im a rapper
and a bon-a-fide
antigenius
so dumb they invented
strokes for folks
20ccs of motorcycle fumes
stat
im a hipster
a marxist
and an EXCELLERATIONIST
so communist
an anarchist
gave me plane tickets
to a club in beirut
its on a piece of paper in my wallet
with a nick cave look-alike impersonator
thats me
thats you
2
3
4
stepping
into our hearts
revolutions so dinnered and partied
the pissle was a halloween experience
last year
this year im just moving in
and out
of ghosts
and hot sex fuckings so delicious...well
im a joker
a player
and not a terminator
so
p
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a
c
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dipshit420 posted:the inmates are running the asylum...
Is this a bad thing? SPK seemed to have some interesting theory and practice in that direction... http://www.spkpfh.de/index_english.html
I'm a fairly consistent lurker here and have learned a lot from the conversations and debate over the last couple years, but beyond ifap (run by an absent conec) and dytd there doesn't seem to be a concerted effort to productively organize around mental illness. Seems like it's almost necessary considering the high incidence among posters here. The alternative is the current stagnation through closed registration.
-tracy morgan
Gssh posted:dipshit420 posted:the inmates are running the asylum...
Is this a bad thing? SPK seemed to have some interesting theory and practice in that direction... http://www.spkpfh.de/index_english.html
I'm a fairly consistent lurker here and have learned a lot from the conversations and debate over the last couple years, but beyond ifap (run by an absent conec) and dytd there doesn't seem to be a concerted effort to productively organize around mental illness. Seems like it's almost necessary considering the high incidence among posters here. The alternative is the current stagnation through closed registration.
I'm rather we follow the ideological line "Open Registration and Amnesty for Mustang" than get lost in the winding roads of Anti-Psychiatry....
Not that I particularly trust Shrinks or Big pharma, mind you.
Panopticon posted:there's no such thing as "mental illness", any apparently objective set of criteria for humans to be compared against by the bourgeois "mental health" industry is an arbitrary and unattainable standard created to mystify proletarians, make them unhappy with their lives and worship the "perfect" celebrities paraded by the mass media.
Agreed.
drwhat posted:ok, sure, great, so what's the "ideologically correct thing" to tell a friend who is overcome by tears every day and feels utterly useless and empty and whose tiny savings are running out and who can't get any job. i literally am asking for a friend (ok multiple friends really) but as some of you may know if you have existed outside of college, being unemployed is just that, except until recently there was still an expectation that you might get a job someday
Thats a noob and noobs get owned.
drwhat posted:ok, sure, great, so what's the "ideologically correct thing" to tell a friend who is overcome by tears every day and feels utterly useless and empty and whose tiny savings are running out and who can't get any job. i literally am asking for a friend (ok multiple friends really) but as some of you may know if you have existed outside of college, being unemployed is just that, except until recently there was still an expectation that you might get a job someday
I recommend moving back in with your parents and sleeping 12 hours a day making no effort to keep in contact with anyone. When there are no places in the world left to explore, you can always find something surprising inside yourself. Listen to what gusts of wind and autumn rain drops beating down on the roof are saying instead of society.
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drwhat posted:ok, sure, great, so what's the "ideologically correct thing" to tell a friend who is overcome by tears every day and feels utterly useless and empty and whose tiny savings are running out and who can't get any job. i literally am asking for a friend (ok multiple friends really) but as some of you may know if you have existed outside of college, being unemployed is just that, except until recently there was still an expectation that you might get a job someday
There is no "ideological" solution to unhappiness, though there are certainly more or less correct hypothetical solutions out there for unemployment.
chickeon posted:i'm mentally ill
same
tpaine posted:well i'm gay!
same
Keven posted:I'm a liberal now.
Holy Shit, same
Keven posted:.custom291060{color:#5C182A !important; background-color:#DADCF5 !important; }Panopticon posted:there's no such thing as "mental illness", any apparently objective set of criteria for humans to be compared against by the bourgeois "mental health" industry is an arbitrary and unattainable standard created to mystify proletarians, make them unhappy with their lives and worship the "perfect" celebrities paraded by the mass media.
Agreed.
https://nofreewill.bandcamp.com/album/dancejockey-3-18
thats a secure link to eternal fucking spacecommunism
delete the s or browse to it in chrome
or just peoplewhopaymewhy???
btw i am going into debt, flipping houses, and running EAST LA FUCKJOB MOTORCYCLE ANTIREBEL CLUB
so u fux will be ok with
whatever results
btw
uh, that guy tunneling into ur house
and ending student debts which we can never repay
watch
Brazil
&
Branded To Kill
side by side
because that's the rest of my fucking life
being dedicated to
anti-pro-rhizzonic-beauty-fuck-communisms
eternal peacewars
and
poetry, performance art, and a love? life so crazy
there is no excuse that works to avoid death
but i am always already situationally playing
it might actually be working
i may be a 3rd-world 1st-anti-wolrdisssss
trax
on
trax
on
snax
on
well
im married
to communism
which is whoever
fucks with my right hand
or left hand
or 3rd eye
or 7th dick
i just dance
ants just appear
on wall street
in my unmarked maple syrup anti-packages
ask
Corn.exe
and i'll share your wealth to the homelessest peoples of East LA
ie the people who talk to me and know
i understand
sharing everything is never enough
i post little paper crows
i dream-dance-write-the-world
if you want to be a millionaire
register as a PI/graffiti cleanup crew
and chase me a CROSS the desert
in a truck made out of 47 ak.exe.eternal.gun.repair
anyways i only carry a stick or a samurai sword
budoist
*clicks heels and spins self into darkest night*
else if
idk i thought poetry all sucked and then started writing it anyways?
mostly im into spoken word/speeches/rap/battlesongs for anti-republics
lets say john browns dead body
if thats poetry?
"By this the northern wagoner had set
His sevenfold teme behind the stedfast starre
That was in ocean waves yet never wet,
But firme is fixt, and sendeth light from farre
To all that in the wide deepe wandring arre;
And chearefull chaunticlere with his note shrill
Had warned once, that Phoebus' fiery carre
In hast was climbing up the easterne hill,
Full envious that Night so long his roome did fill....
At last, the golden orientall gate
Of greatest Heaven gan to open fayre;
And Phoebus, fresh as brydegrome to his mate,
Came dauncing forth, shaking his deawie hayre;
And hurld his glistring beams through gloomy ayre.
Which when the wakeful Elfe perceiv'd, streightway
He started up, and did him selfe prepayre
In sunbright armes and battalions array;
For with that Pagan proud he combat will that day."
Are you talking about the song or the John Brown's Body by Stephen Vincent Benet? http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks07/0700461.txt
The answer is yes either way, by my lights.
For the record, I did not regret the 50 cents I spent "rescuing" a 85 year old copy of that above-mentioned fulsome second rate epic poem about the civil war at a library sale. It has its moments:
"You can weigh John Brown's body well enough,
But how and in what balance weigh John Brown?
He had the shepherd's gift, but that was all.
He had no other single gift for life.
Some men are pasture Death turns back to pasture,
Some are fire-opals on that iron wrist,
Some the deep roots of wisdoms not yet born.
John Brown was none of these,
He was a stone,
A stone eroded to a cutting edge
By obstinacy, failure and cold prayers.
Discredited farmer, dubiously involved
In lawsuit after lawsuit, Shubel Morgan
Fantastic bandit of the Kansas border,
Red-handed murderer at Pottawattomie,
Cloudy apostle, whooped along to death
By those who do no violence themselves
But only buy the guns to have it done,
Sincere of course, as all fanatics are,
And with a certain minor-prophet air,
That fooled the world to thinking him half-great
When all he did consistently was fail.
So far one advocate.
But there is this.
Sometimes there comes a crack in Time itself.
Sometimes the earth is torn by something blind.
Sometimes an image that has stood so long
It seems implanted as the polar star
Is moved against an unfathomed force
That suddenly will not have it any more.
Call it the _mores_, call it God or Fate,
Call it Mansoul or economic law,
That force exists and moves.
And when it moves
It will employ a hard and actual stone
To batter into bits an actual wall
And change the actual scheme of things.
John Brown
Was such a stone--unreasoning as the stone,
Destructive as the stone, and, if you like,
Heroic and devoted as such a stone.
He had no gift for life, no gift to bring
Life but his body and a cutting edge,
But he knew how to die."
c_man posted:i never really got much out of poetry until i read omeros this past spring/summer and i really really liked it
Interesting; if you like Derek Walcott, you may also want to check out Aimé Césaire:
Lagoonal Calender
I inhabit a sacred wound
I inhabit imaginary ancestors
I inhabit an obscure will
I inhabit an irremediable thirst
I inhabit a one-thousand year journey
I inhabit a three-hundred year war
I inhabit an abandoned cult
Between bulb and bulbil I inhabit the unexploited space
I inhabit not the vein of basalt
but the rising tide of lava
which runs back up the gulch at full speed
to burn all the mosques
I accommodate myself as best I can to this avatar
to an absurdly botched version of paradise
-it is much worse than a hell-
I inhabit from time to time one of wounds
Each minute I change apartments
and any peace frightens me
whirling fire
ascidium like none other for the dust of strayed worlds
having spat out my fresh water entrails
a volcano I remain with my loaves of words
and my secret minerals
I inhabit thus a vast thought
but in most cases I prefer to confine myself
to the smallest of my ideas
or else I inhabit a magic formula
only it's opening words
the rest being forgotten
I inhabit the ice jam
I inhabit the ice melting
I inhabit the face of a great disaster
I inhabit in most cases the driest udder
of the skinniest peak--the she wolf of these clouds--
I inhabit the halo of the Cactaceae
I inhabit a herd of goats pulling
on the tit of the most desolate argan tree
To tell you the truth I no longer know my correct address
Bathyale or abyssal
I inhabit the octopuses' hole
I fight with the octopus for an octopus hole
Brother lay off
a kelpy mess
twinning dodder-like
or unfurling porana-like
it's all the same thing
which the waves tosses
to which the sun leeches
which the wind whips
sculpture in the round of my nothingness
The atmosphere or rather historic pressure
even if it makes certain of my words sumptuous
immeasurably increases my plight.
conec posted:no I`m here to promote my old album... with NoFreeWill starring in my video
won`t drop new cuda till 2016. I GTG. smells like fat rotting eggs n dog crap here
walkinginonit posted:RedMaistre what do you think of T S Eliot?
I am all about that literary high modernism.
I tend to return to Ezra Pound more that Eliot's, because of the former try harder to integrate, in however flawed a manner, the concrete details of economics and politics within his elevated ideal of culture. Not to mention the respect I have for those who to try to go out with a bang rather a whimper--and thus, in a sense, earn their later state of resigned repentance.
Of course, a Prufrockian existence requires its own type of courage too.
Say what you will about Chesterton & Belloc, at least they thought the French Revolution was on balance a good, even, glorious event. Nor would you find in the writings of the Eliot an equivalent to Newman's Letter to the Duke of Norfolk.
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RedMaistre posted:Interesting; if you like Derek Walcott, you may also want to check out Aimé Césaire:
yeah this owns
anyways heres my diss track to selling out
http://igg.me/at/EmperorsBrewsIngsOVERLUTIONSARFYAD/x/181405
its good