Where This is all Headed
by Philippe Consere
‘Cei cu cea mai mare viclenie, devin cei mai mari dupe.’
Those with the greatest guile become the biggest dupes.
– Roma proverb
“France has become a she-ass. The Commandant’s Office is filled with people who have come forward to make denunciations…Then they go to the Prosecutor’s Office…the next day they return to the rue de Rivoli…Always in the name of the Fatherland! Just look at the visage of this herd, it’s along nightmare of facial expressions…”
“Such stupidity isn’t even human. So fantastic a stupefaction must merely mark an instinct for death, a penchant for the hecatomb, a perversion so mutilating as to be inexplicable, save that the time has come for the Devil to gather us up, and for ultimate Fate to be accomplished.”
-L.F. Celine
It’s all headed into the compression combustion engine of the mean look of the mean stare of the common people…
Certain people never had anything and so were happy with everything…
The whole thing could be turned around if just two people put their heads together…The provinicial German industrialists just screwed-over the City of London for billions of dollars by playing the game better, which is now going to be outlawed…But we could come-up with this metaphorical state that starts everything with the same idea, how not to accept anything they give to us…Which is why watching Hollywood films is so much fun, because they are meant to be torn apart…
Worse than the law, and macroeconomics and armies even, is the idea that this is all believable, that these twits think they are on to something, which they are, namely in mounting themselves in the adult and popular trade of imagery…
There is a svengali around every corner…this is what they are teaching the children to be, deviant little magicians of nothing…The world will soon erupt with a great cataclysm of stupidity because it can no longer be contained…the vision of synthesis and systems is building one thing, a bubble of stupidity that becomes more insane by the minute…and by insanity I mean calmly, cooly accepting the artifical landscape and the idea of psychology as something real and to be celebrated…
Any moron can play Brahms, actually morons have proven to be really great musicians…and any moron can write for the screen, for television or for musical theatre…and then this has invaded every art form, and it is celebrated as something other than the fecality that it is of a waste of energy, time, culture…
What this big bubble of nothing is doing is preventing real life form from taking shape, by closing off enough clean air from the surface…everything has become a clinic…everything is done in a secrecy that has become plainly open and boring…we are no longer after inversion but the inversion of transgression itself…which is why my writing is popular and I am predetermined to go on…because transgression no longer has any meaning…so we have welcomed this savagery, that really is nothing savage but just stupid…is it really avant garde to poke fun of anything genteel, is there anything genteel left to poke fun of. You meet these apes of themselves and they are asking you now for answers, as you knew you were meant to provide for them, little things that they are. Thank God for Africa I say, or the rain forest, or the poorest and most remote parts of America, for the Amish maybe, because the all seeing eye that is this system anus can ruin everyone with a look, a stare, the idea of being watched and watching yourself being watched by not progeny but sensors, by this homoerotic mirror…
There is a tribe in the Khyber Pass and in the Himalayas and even in the Alleghanies that never needed to be watched over, or to watch over anything but the idea of the world as an accident for fools that they can believe in without any form of cynicism, for this world may be real but it still doesn’t exist…so every word has become inverted and mistranslated…the people that are most eloquent, that can really think on their feet are floating, are hypnotized and hard wired for this bubble candy…these people are fascinated with flowers…
And you could think of numerous cults to invent the idea of the meaning of this inversion as an idea of stupidity taken as a system in all of its tautology…in the beginning was the logic and maybe they have overstepped the bubble…is this the metaphor for the environment in some kind of peril… What environment and how could one possibly care for it in all of these inventions and lies, in this mythology that needed to do anything to circumvent a natural course, for the earth is much older and much younger than we care to imagine and it is not going to have a problem with us…how do you get people back in the bubble in a system that has stretched the logic to the point of collapse… Are scientists capable of even formulating this question… How about a Theosophist, a Randian, a billionaire or Hegelian…
The world has gone from an idea of cultural authority and progeny to an idea of rape in a matter of 500 years…not just rape but intended abortions…and these people may have it good right now, and good for them, but they grow more decrepit by the minute followed by their generation…and they take nothing seriously, neither the bible nor themselves…good for them…they can read signs, immediate, near sighted, warm body signs…good for them…good for them sleeping in dark corners…
The system can no longer tolerate its non meaning…look at anything celebrated, held-up for nothing…aspiration…
There is a clown magician that lives in South America that has worked-out all of this in tablets he has constructed in the forest…the last tablet is the idea of them eating themselves covered in fallen leaves representing nature as the thing before the logic they could no longer see nor do anything about, that they had forgotten about as an idea of meaning, gastronomic, real…
So it is the story that is important, the myth as political control. So we are all authors of our own story.
Philippe Consere is a graduate student in Rochester and originally from Vancouver, B.C.
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