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THE MOUSE AND THE LION

October 5, 2013

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MAN’S CONTEMPLATION OF HIS OWN VIOLENCE AS SURVIVAL ITSELF:

STAND AWAY FROM IT TO BE ABLE TO OBSERVE IT, AND NOT BE ALWAYS AT THE MERCY OF IT AS PART OF IT

-What is art, in this sense-in this most elevated sense?

-What is spectacle as representation?

-What is sex instead of actually killing others?

-What is ritual, in this context?

BEGIN NOW

That you come to fabricate a ritualized knowledge that it is simply no real knowledge at all; it is the mental fossilization of the mind to serve the body, necessarily, so the balance as anthropological culture is not upset by further-true and raw-thought-that is substituted itself by its own ritualization as immobilization; and the mind is necessarily subservient to all things body-to the power balance of body as socialized stability.

True, live and open thought as reasoning, brings disturbance-throws power balance off its stability point: ritualize, fossilize and “make it Mickey”, and be kitsch, be dumb-but funny and engaged, so that rationality does not undo cultural balance as body control as supremacy-and the mind must be dormant in its potential (but not entirely dead, of course).

I love you, Mickey!

And in your own children you find the true mental spark as vitality as the visceral passion to know; but of course, this is tamed-this is benign from a system stability standpoint-because any time you want, as parent as controller as adult culture itself, you can kick their ass because their “freedom”-that you so relish in-is under your goddamn Nazi boot of the Auschwitz death camp guardian of culture as power-as body control for the Proctor-the ass man as Gamble.

This is why, once again, you suck so much.

And our violence-since Cain-is elliptical, blotted out in its darkness, but centered always and truly at the heart of what we are and as the foundation-ultimately and always-of how we live.

And because you can’t talk about it, it is your banality, finally, that saves you-that has always saved all of us.

Until I came to town.

Until I was brought to stand in judgment of and before this abomination as monstrosity.

And it is this “mother*ucker” that has to die.

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SK

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