When you have PrimoRATZ up your backside...

It was a lovely day in January (or so phatic claimed) at most everyone minded theirs own business.
"Did you know Bowie passed?" Suit asked.
"The test?" phatic torted.
"That joke was crueal and insesitive," Suit responded.
"Yes, sorry," phatic said.
Then Suit started lecturic phatic on lying and its definition.
"Do," phatic said, paying attention (seemingly).
"To qualify as having lied, one must (1) have made a statement that is (2) not true (3) to someone (4) that you're trying to fool," Suit said.
"So if I'm just pretending to pay attention...?"
"Yes?"
"I haven't lied?"
"Would you say that putting on a show is excempted from the notion of 'making a statement'?" Suit answered (with a question, flaunting one of the more or less unspoken imperatives.
"But what is a statement?" phatic inquired.
"A statement is when x utters the expression E with the intention of causing y to believe that x intended to utter E as an expression of the proposition p, which would be a standard use of E in their language," Suit said.
"So it would be sufficient for someone not to be lying if he were to tell his friend it was raining so long as his intention was to get his friend to believe that the utterer thought it was raining?" phatic said (cleverly).
"Eh... yes?" Suit said.
"He wouldn't have to KNOW it was raining?" phatic said driving the point home.
"No, it would be sufficient that he bleieved it was raining at that THAT was what he intended his friend to believe," Suit explained patiently.
"WHat if he knew it was raining but didn't believe it?" phatic said non-deceptively.
"Now you're moorish," Suit exclaimed.
"Well, what would be the non-deceptive statement to make? 'I believe it's not raining [but it is]' or 'It's raining' even though the utterer didn't actually believe it?"
"Well, you're clearly comfy on the moors, rain or not. How did you come up with that stoopid title of this post, anyways?" Suit said as a way to try to get phatic to believe (rightly) that he (Suit) was trying to get him (the writer of this irritating post) to STOP WRITING!
"It's named after a famous case study by Freud -- on a patient who thought he had rats up his backside -- and NOT Primoratz, who made the definition of lying," the writer wrote.

the path #1

"belief is what you have that has yet to receive a name";

the path according to phatic

More: phatic@diasp.eu

after nihilism, or The day Superman got something in his eye

It was a fine morning and Superman was out surveilling the eastern seaboard of his native land (not Krypton). Then he was called to the Mullah's office. When he (Supermn) arrived it was already past noon. Gathered in the Holy Sanctimony of Mullah the Supreme Knower of All Things Earthly and Divine, was not only the Mullah and his self, but also his secretary, his secretary\s secretary, and his secretary's sectretary's undersecretary. It was a meeting that would be thoroughly documented.


The Mullah opened by asking what Superman believed in.

"Believe in?" Supe said.

"Are you a man of the Church?" the Mullah continued.

"Well, I digest as much of the commonly circulated scripture as any man, so..."

"Don't go on, Supe," the Mullah interrupted. "Let's test your powers of deduction. What if..." and here the Mullah raised his one eyebrow slightly, which made him seem the more cleverer, "what if tomorrow the scripture would be abandoned for some reason or other, say we'd no longer perceive it the same way due to some event or such, what it the whole scaffolding that supported your everyday life was torn down..."

"Yes, yes..." Supe retorted impatiently.

"If some such event happened, who would then supply your values?"

"Would that not be Supe his self," squeeked the lowest of the Mullah's undersecretaries.

"Shut up, you fool," said the Mullah's secretary. "Take notes, that's what you're paid for, and let Supe do the thinking with his Over-brain."

"Well, it certainly couldn't be _I_, as _I_ wuz made by the scripture that you so thoroughly refuted," Supe said.

"That's very true," the Mullah said, waiting for the punch line to thishere tail.

"So if _I_ didn't make my values, and they're not originated in Scripture, then who made them?"

phatic (phatic@diasp.eu) is migrating his micro blogging to http://www.diaspora.org/ Be advised of the phatic files (http://phatic.blogspot.com/) -- ongiong updates on things #phatic

phatic unburdens hisself

As phatic's 14th birthday was coming up (September this year), B Suit -- acknowledging his young friend's suboptimal mood -- he (Suit) sat him (phatic) down at the Limit Bar & Grill, 255 Florida Ave., Fla, The United States of America.

"What seems to be on your mind, my friend. You seem dejected and emasculative."

"Well," said phatic, "I know it's soon phatic's [he would at time refer to hisself in the third person singular or plural (or both)] birthday, and all..."

"Yes," Suit's interjected, "yous were born 14 yers ago, with the inception of the Canon Factory (later closed), and at the mercy of the powers that may be (or not) emigrated through the desert of Nile (in supplement to the high seas) to the blogosphere..."

"In deed," phatic continued, "you speak the truth, parrhesiastically, nd for that you should be referenced."

Suit sipped his spirits.

"However, you encuired aboud the cause and conditions of our dejection?"

"That is correct."

"The fact [although there really are no bare facts] is that is has to do with my father and father."

"Yes?" B Suit raised his eyebrows.

"Their not on speaking tearms."

"THey're arguing."

"Not strictly speaking," phatic said. "As they don't converse an argument is constitutively excluded."

"Very true," Suit said, somewhat on the thither side of his assigned rôle in thishere story.

"...which raises a Lacanian problematic," phatic concluded.

"Don't conclude just yet," Suit introjected meta-phiolosphically. "Which side of Lacan refers to you?"

"Is phatic [here he was referring to hisself again] exposed to a split in the Big Other ... or not? In ther words, or lack of such, is there an expression of desire or just Bad Mood?"

The friends fell silent briefly. The Suit finished his drink, got up and said,

"You should maximin their mood, I suppose. Let's go to the Bank. I've got a deposit to make."

And with that the two interlocutors left the Limit Bar & Grill.

A. Woodland (fiancé)
Fla
On behalf of the phatic editorium

Up to the Limit

One afternoon B Suit and his fiancée, the lovely A Woodland, decided to go for a relaxing evening at the local club, the Limit. What they didn't know -- could not in fact have known, as it was a last minute alter(n)ation -- was that playing this very evening was famed Teutonic outfit Accept, featuring leather clad falsetto vocalist Uuuuuu-do DirkSCNEIDER.

As B Suit and A Woodland settled with their Cuba Librés, Accept took to the stage, the modest -- but highly VOCAL -- crowd greeting them, cheering UUUUUU-Do, UUUUU-Do, etc.

Herr DirkSCNEIDER pierced the room with the following _liedl_:

Do me a favour and leave me alone
The most I love you is when you're gone
Please, disappear and don't come back
I'm not the kind of guy you can check
All I can say -- out of my way
Before I get to the top
All I can feel is wild running blood
Please stop -- you better watch it
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit, etc.

with appropriate Teuton accent.

B Suit and A Woodland agreed they'd had a fine evening at the Limit.

"Fortunately there was no POLITICAL commentary," Suit remarked as they returned _zu ghause_.

From Fla to the End of the World

One morning at B Suit's home, Florida Rd, Fla, Suit's fiancée, the lovely A Woodland, makes a peculiar request.

"I want you to go to the World's End for me," she sais.

"The World's End?" Suit asks, requring a confirmation [validation to some].

"In deed," A Woodland responds.

The following week B Suit had the mayor of World's End, N d Cusa, take his picture in front of the TOwn Hall, sporting a large sign with the inscription WORLD'S END.

"Now you've reached the World's End, and here's a picture to prove it," N d Cusa said, handing the cell phone (with a camera) back to Suit, who -- without further ado -- stored the image on his hard drive.

On his return to Florida Rd, Fla, Suit shows the photograph (or pix, as they says in Fla), to his fiancée, the lovely A woodland.

"Here, now you see. I went to the World's End, on your request," Suit sais with not a small measure of hurt pride in his voice.

A Woodhouse considers her options for a moment, before answering,

"Well, you didn't have to take it that _literally_."

phatic
here, there & everywhere

Note from Artist

Cornelis Vreeswijk, "Perry, my mate, at the Welfare Council"

"Howzit, assistant, you see,
It's the same story as yesterday.
I need some dough for a sandwich and a pint,
If you'd give me a buck I give my best
To the welfare council, and promise and abate
Not to spend it on vodka," said Perry, my mate.

"Nope," said the assistant, harsh and with zest,
"Not a dime will get out of these coffers,
It won't help with prayers or complaints,
A nickel for the subway and two food stamps is what you'll get.
And if you get here tomorrow, arrive in sober state,
Why don't you kiss my ass," said Perry, my mate.

I met Perry by the subway station,
And when he'd explained his situation
We rode into town on the southern track
And finally arrived at "The Gilded Solemnity"
But when we'd sat there for a while
The assistant who snubbed Perry arrive.

"Howzit, assistant! You're most welcome here,"
Said Perry, smelling conspicuously of booze.
"Yuck," the assistant said moderately,
"Imagine eyeing Perry in this den of sin.
Who would have thought this was within your rate?"
"Why don't you give a damn," said Perry, my mate.

"Last time we met," Perry said, "I was anti-social,
But now I'm at home in the house of Solemnity.
Here we're equals, you know,
Red and blue, bony and corpulent.
If you can keep your word, you're a man who can swim,,
And if you can't, then talk to him."

And when Perry said "him", he pointed
generously at yours truly.

Perry and the assistant and I, that makes three
were drinking at my expense, fellow man,
That's how things work within society
If someone is unable, some one else pays
"It doesn't matter who's got a clean slate --
But cheers to capital!" said Perry, my mate.

Translated by Artist

Sv: lit-ideas Digest V12 #3

It's about, it's about relations, it's about relations of the prior kind, it's about the relations of the kind prior to the actual, it's about the relations of the actual relations of the kind prior to the current, it's about the current relations priot to the ctual.

Who fathered the man, prior to the actual? Who actualized the father, prior to the man? Who prioritized the actual, prior to the factual? Who related the factual prior to the actual?

It's about, it's about how to, it's about how to imagine, it's about how to imagine the actual beyond the factual, about how to realize the current after the patrial, how to not to realize the phatual phantastisc phantasmatic

Yrs,

-phatic

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Subject: [lit-ideas] for sage susan lawrence, -thank you
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] Returning to her again



            Sage rested on the soft
            Sand of the trail, her mouth
            Gaping, her tongue aquiver,
            Her eyes half-closed, and
            Ahead through the trees
            Were more places to rest,
            Sand at an easy pace.

            Returning to her again
            Waiting on along
            Looking back my only
            One back then again
            I've never accepted
            This dying of sage,
            Finding another in her place,

            And Susan
            Waking as she once did
            With bright eyes and clear
            Sweet smile, but
            A little while left
            And we'll both begin again,
            Or someone will.

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Subject: [lit-ideas] RIP Miller Williams....
From: Ursula Stange <ursula@stange.com>
Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 13:36:26 -0500

The story about Hank Williams is worth reading in this article about the death of Miller Williams, and the poems, of course.  But the reason I'm posting this is for the somewhat lengthy tribute in the comments below which connects to something that Mike Geary posted about how he judges the success of poems.  So well said....a lesson in honesty and brevity. 
http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015




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Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 14:45:34 -0600
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: RIP Miller Williams....
From: Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com>

Thank you for posting that Ursula.  I've been an avid, devoted fan of
Lucinda Williams for quite awhile, but knew nothing of her father.  His
poems certainly do resonate in me.  I will get a collection pronto.  I see
that at some point he and his family lived in Hoxie, Ar which is about 14
miles south of Pocahontas, Ar where I lived for 4 years back in the 50's.
Wish I'd known that at the time, I would have gone a courtin' on Lucinda.
I think I have all her recordings.  She's wonderful.  Hell of a lot talent
between them.
Thanks again.


On Sat, Jan 3, 2015 at 12:36 PM, Ursula Stange <ursula@stange.com> wrote:

> The story about Hank Williams is worth reading in this article about the
> death of Miller Williams, and the poems, of course.  But the reason I'm
> posting this is for the somewhat lengthy tribute in the comments below
> which connects to something that Mike Geary posted about how he judges the
> success of poems.  So well said....a lesson in honesty and brevity.
>
>
> http://m.arktimes.com/RockCandy/archives/2015/01/02/rip-miller-williams-1930-2015
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Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2015 14:50:03 -0600
Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Sv: lit-ideas Digest V11 #287
From: Mike Geary <jejunejesuit.geary2@gmail.com>

Bravo, Lawrence.

On Thu, Jan 1, 2015 at 11:04 AM, Torgeir Fjeld <torgeir_fjeld@yahoo.no>
wrote:

> The term Mindful has gone viral. Does it have any content beyond "aware"?
> When you have acheived your freedom -- as in having nothing left to loose
> -- it is time for serenity and contemplation.
>
> Med vennlig hilsen / Yours sincerely,
>
> Torgeir Fjeld
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> Subject: [lit-ideas] Sentry duty on dark nights
> Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 11:52:48 -0800
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>            Coming home for weekend Liberty
>
>            At eighteen seemed intolerable.  El Toro
>
>            Was nothing like the getting away
>
>            I had planned, months of training for
>
>            A short ride home?  It wouldn't be
>
>            Like that in Korea.  I planned
>
>            A transfer to the thirty-eighth,
>
>
>
>            But there were a few I knew
>
>            To drink with and not much else
>
>            To do even I heard at the front.
>
>            I had managed to get a long
>
>            Way from home.  I stood in a pouring
>
>            Rain at post five on the north-east corner
>
>
>
>            Beyond a rice paddy filled to over-flowing
>
>            When something changed.  I held my
>
>            M1 pointed down cloaked myself
>
>            In shadow and knew I'd be able
>
>            To see it before it saw me.  On dark nights
>
>            Still I often enter your room and wait until
>
>            I see a sign that you're still breathing.
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>            Attracted to Stoicism did I
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>            Elide it to experience
>
>            Desire, or did I abandon it
>
>            And return to what I was
>
>            All along?  I did not keep
>
>            It up.  Desire for
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>            You satisfied
>
>
>
>            My curiosity.
>
>            On the other hand
>
>            I have not returned
>
>            To Stoicism,
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>            Fearing instead
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>            The dread
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>            Of losing you.
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The idol that is fear

We must make an idol of our fear, and call it god. The Seventh Seal Sendt fra Yahoo Mail på Android

Forecast

The forecast says blizzard

The forecast says earthquake

The forecast says mountains block the path

The forecast says floods

And yet the blizzard wears a nice hat

And yet the earthquake has ample savings

And yet the mountains enter long cars

And yet the floods have the police at their disposal

(B Brecht)

*

It's somewhat curious that the architects of  the s.c project for a new American century were very well versed in Lenin -- as if knowing or even appreciating the great masters of Marxism didn't give a direct (i.e. necessary) relation to a Stalinist programme.

Brecht would himself know intimately what it was like being persecuted by a party line. Before the failed putsch in Munich his name had been put on a list of people scheduled for incarceration. As you may know he famously fled Germany in the 1930s, lived in Denmark for a number of years, before taking refuge in the US, where he was marshalled before the Committee of Un-American activities during the McCarthy-regime.

Peace in Bosnia Herzegovina (Allen Ginsberg, 1993)

General Mother Teresa
Emperor Dalai Lama XIV
Chief of Staff Thich Nhat Hanh
Army Chaplain John Paul II

followed by the shades of Ghandi
Sakharov, Sartre & his uncle
Albert Schweitzer

went to the bombed out streets
talked to Moslem Bosnians in
the burnt out grocery stores

parlayed with Croatian & Serbian Generals & Parliament

asked them to quit shooting & firing
artillery from the mountainside

overlooking villages
emptied of grandmothers --

So now there was quiet -- a few fires
smoldered in back alleys

a few corpses stank in wet fields
-- But who owns these houses? The
cinema theatres with broken doors?

Who owns that grocery store, that City Hall,
that windowless school with broken
rooftiles?

Who owns these little apartments, now
all worshippers of Allah

pray in towns besieged 100 miles away
overcrowded in tenements & tents, with
UN portosans at the crossroads?

Who owns these abandoned alleys &
drugstores with shattered bottle shards over
the sidewalk & inside the door?

Who'll be the judge, attorney, file
legal briefs,

bankruptcy papers, affidavits of ownership,
deeds, old tax receipts?

Who'll council who lives where in the rubble,
who'll sleep in what brokenwalled hut

in the full moonlight when spring clouds
pass over the face
of the man in the moon at the end of May?

May 6, 1993, 3AM

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997),

poet, icon, prophet

it is the moral authority of abstinence over greed that keeps austerity alive as a viable alternative

(1) does decreasing government spending in times of Great Recession renew economic growth?

(2) the dismal track record of austerity policies over the course of their long history: from Aristotle to Margaret Thatcher, no argument against spending has ever successfully refuted the Keynesian logic of anti-cyclical government stimulus.

(3) austerity’s long life is due to its moral and political underpinnings – not to economic justification. The moral authority of abstinence over greed has kept austerity alive in public discourse despite empirical shortcomings.

On Florian Schui, _Austerity: the Great Failure_ (Yale UP, 2013).

Nancy on the "just meaning" of the ex-istant

"For [Jean-Luc] Nancy, sense is there, like the world, 'just like that', as he puts it. This 'just like that' means that existence is ungrounded, that we are 'just' open to existence and to the world. The 'just' is of course the whole problem. At a time when every 'us' is under suspicion and we allegedly live in a 'crisis of sense', the evidence of 'we' and/or 'sense' is so to speak no 'common sense'. For Nancy, this so-called crisis makes clear that we are, that existence is nothing but sense: 'One must think against the times, or despite the times, since it is still the time of the crisis' (Nancy, 1997a: 15). In other words, that there is sense and that we are there is the radical consequence of the unfolded space that the 'global' world is to us today."

Ignaas Devisch, "The Sense of Being(-)With Jean-Luc Nancy," _Culture Machine,_ Vol 8 (2006). http://www.culturemachine.net/index.php/cm/article/viewArticle/36/44

But: Doesn't Nancy's assertion that we' re "just open" to meaning entail some kind of non-dualist system ala Berkeley (esse est perciipi) or perhaps Derrida (there's nothing outside language) positing reference sans refererer?

phatic

Florida

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.