Lost & profound

definiendum, witt-knit, v definians, 1. to knit an abject so as to resemble the figure of Witt, the pduct of which is referred to as _a_ witt-knitt; 2. to knit in such a manner as to be consistend with that of Witt.

T

Everyday apocalypse Sky and sea Like upper And lower jaw Between them Men with anatomic posters In the company of skinned cats and phoenix witches Collecting small flames to nourish their spawn in lanterns Though this lantern is one in which we From Tor Ulven, _shaded by the first bird (1977)

WHo is afraid of the anti-egalitarians?

...or reading Nietzsche backward Thesis 1: Nietzsche was anti-democratic and anti-egalitarian, and these were not minor abberations in his thought but deeply rooted and closely connected to his other beliefs. Thesis 2: Nietzsche was right that egalitarianism would entail a "limitless process of levelling" (Bull, "Leveling Out"). The egalitarian ideals of the French revolution would have "required elimination of all substantive social advantages, generating equality betond mere formal conferral of rights" such as is prevalent under liberal political regimes. Nobody is seriously against equality today. What we usually hear is that the disadvantaged should be brought up to the level of those of privilege. This is what we should think of as a process of LEVELLING UP. Thesis 3: Nietzsche was wrong in concluding that because of this levelling process, one should adopt a stance AGAINST egalitarianism. Thesis 4: In reading Nietzsche like a loser (ie. the audience Nietzsche did not write for), it is possible to, instead, EMBRACE the levelling process, but also to acknowledge that a process of levelling up is not, will never be, sufficient. What is recquired is -- CONTRA Nietzsche -- a process of levelling DOWN: We should welcome a "regime in which each individual, without exclusion or exception, will have equal access to property, but no property rights, eiher individual or collective, because property as such will not exist" (Malcolm Bull, /Anti-Nietzsche/, 2011, p157). Thesis 5: This is a notion we should refer to not as anti-egalitarianism (qua Nietzsche) but EXTRA-egalitarianism. Yrs, T Fjeld Sendt fra Yahoo Mail på Android

On various plants

Natinal poet Jon Fosse has written on translations of Borges - or reinscriptions, rather- into Swedish and Norwegian. What would be preferred rendering of /La rosa profunda/? The eteernal rose? The deep rose?

Borges might have claimed all his work to be translations/reinnscriptions.

What a day to chase

@m_phatic

For sale: DIY lobotomy set

Hardly used, outstanding condition DIY lbotomy set. Contains:

* easy to use drill, adjustable size head

* steel, corrosion proof wire 

* idiot's guide to self lobotomy (the manual)

Shall consider exchanging in easily callapsible social structure. 

The Myth of Wu-Tao-tzu

Sven "Exterminate All the Brutes" (*) Lindqvist was born in Stockholm in 1932. He holds a PhD in History of literature from Stockholm University. This is an excerpt from a piece written while a cultural attaché at the Swedish embassy in Beijing, China, in 1960-61: 

"One day the Tang-artist Wu Tao-tzu appraised a recently completed mural of his. He clapped his hands, the gates of the temple opened, and he entered into his work. The gates closed behind him.

We often speak about art appreciation (/einfühlung/), but rarely in a concrete manner. Only very young children tend to understand what it entails. One hasn't "penetrated" a work of art until one has made the banal mistake of confusing fiction with reality. ...

In the mountains to the West of Beijing there's a cavern with a gilded Buddha sculpture. According to local myth it's a real human being whose expressive face has been overlaid with a thin sheath  of gold. Those who listen can hear his heart beating.

The same dream speaks from this legend as from the story of Wu Tao-tsu: To be from within that which can only be apprehended from without. Art is merely a gilded material brushed onto reality so as to fixate it. Under the surface there's a living human being, introvert and maintained by the golden surface.

...

In prison I asked for permission to paint.

Permission was granted.

I painted a small landscape onto the cell wall.

It encompassed almost everything I had enjoyed in life: Mointains and rivers, oceans and clouds, deep forests. A small train ran at the center of the painting, driven by a steam locomotive. It approached a tall mountain and the locomotive had already entered the tunnel.

But the wardens  wouldn't leave me alone.

Finally I thought it was time to end the misery. If they wouldn't even allow such innocent artictic games I would have to make use of the more serious arts that I had devoted many years of my life to master.

For a moment I stood up, holding my breath.

Then I politely asked my wardens to wait while I entered into the small train in the picture to check on something.

They laughed and let me continue.

Then I made my fire and stepped into my image, entered into the small wagon and was driven by the train into the tunnel. The steam from the locomotive flowed like a cloud out of the tunnel and hid the picture. When the smoke cleared the image was gone.

The wardens were left in a state of great confusion."

Lindqvist, Sven, /The Myth of Wu Tao-tzu/, Stockholm, 1967, pp. 5-8.

(*) A translation of the Swedish /Utrota varenda jävel/, 1996. The following is from wikipedia: Lindquist's later works tend to focus on the subjects of European imperialism, colonialism, racism, genocide and war, analysing the place of these phenomena in Western thought, social history and ideology. These topics are not uncontroversial. In 1992, Lindqvist was embroiled in heated public debate, when his book /Exterminate all the Brutes/ was attacked for its treatment of the Second World War and the Holocaust. Opponents accused Lindqvist of reducing the extermination of the Jewish people to a question of economical and social forces, thereby disregarding the impact of Nazi ideology and anti-Semitism and what they viewed as the unique historical specificity of the Holocaust. Some of the harshest attacks were launched by Per Ahlmark, who declared Lindqvist to be a "Holocaust revisionist". This prompted a furious response by Lindqvist, who considered it a defamatory smear -- at no point had he ever called into question the Nazi responsibility for, or the number of dead in, the Holocaust. Regarding the original dispute, Lindqvist retorted that his main argument was correct: the Nazi quest for Lebensraum had at its core been an application of the expansionist and racist principles of imperialism and colonialism, but for the first time applied against fellow Europeans rather than against the distant and dehumanized peoples of the Third World. However, he agreed that the long tradition of anti-Semitism in European and Christian thought had given the anti-Jewish campaign of the Nazis a further ideological dimension, and amended later editions of the book to better reflect this.

The situation

Nothing like a good shave... mechanically executed?

Paal Brekke:

The Situation *

The situation has changed it's loaded with sex orgies and inebriated 12 year-old black folks approached with batons and electric cattle whips only those who believe in God can have Canadian citizenship

It was a morning like all others and I awoke with the same feeling I always have that something is lost I don't know my wife made breakfast and I went downstairs to fetch the paper put it on my lap and shaved it says bz

To hell with the UN Sukarno screams leaving the body by the road side Little Devils is the name of this battalion Chinese school boys two boys found dead after biker gang invasion buddhist monk burned alive

What are you saying I'm reading the paper no I can't hear you I'm shaving it says bz you know it's like sitting inside the sound enclosed by bz they could detonate hydrogen bombs call the national line but there isn't anyone there I'm in bz like once when I traveled alone and to flat bottles of whisky bought on the plane and I held them I was alone drank into bz a closed room but without walls the walls were like me also Was mother? was bz

Still many lamp shades made of human skin in Germany Mouth Spray with dosage valve gives you a fresh breath South Vietnamese soldiers interrogate prisoners by holding their heads under water the free world awaits

And so what? I blew the facial hair from my facial hair machine and opened my blinds and the morning out there was fine was February to father so clear and dark blue as wine Oh children children! I would have yelled I rocked stopped in my throat like a pregnant to have to vomit before breakfast and to hell the worst of course is waking up I thought and dressed and sat by the breakfast table unfolded th paper it was after all only read half way Quiet kids, said I

What You see to Your left is a radioactive onion

phatic translate

* "Situasjonen" from Pink crooked smile (Det skjeve smil i rosa), 1965.