Date: Thu, 29 Aug 1996 13:09:33 -0700
From: biomorph-AT-ix.netcom.com (Wm. Dubin)
Subject: revolting life equals death 


Some of us live in the post-apocolypse. I wish it were my term, its 
not, it is the title of a book by Adam Parfrey.(Not a very good book, 
and written to titilate the bourgeouis), but it did give some their 
first read-on Necrophillia, and their first knowledge of Hermann 
Nitsch. However, the title, and what what it means if I use it, to say 
SOME OF US LIVE IN THE POST APOCOLYPSE... makes it worth appropriating.

Frank admits the world seems to be not so good... but the world of 
Copenhagen must be WONDERFUL, at its worst, when compared to Calcutta, 
or East Los Angeles, or Houston, or Chicago, or New York... and I 
haven't even THOUGHT about Bosnia, nor Chesnia, nor major tracts of 
land in Africa and Asia....

Yes, our rather PRIVELEDGED world (and, as we sit utilizing these 
rather expensive toys whose purchase-price might have equaled food for 
a year in some living holes on this earth, we DO enjoy our (many) 
momments of life, as Frank has pointed out. But those for whome the 
enjoyment lessens each year, grow greater in number, and as they grow 
more desperate, their solutions take on degree's of radicalism far 
beyond the nursery-school run by Torquemada or the summer camp 
activities of Eichmann. The woman in Chicago, who sliced a pregrant 
womans belly open and removed her fetus, because she wanted a baby of 
her own (accomplised by some of her relatives), is but the beginning.

We are in a fucking war!

As Pierre correctly points out, the vast majority of murders (or of 
most other mayhem other than the joys of car crashes), occurr between 
people who know and LOVE each other (yes, I apologize, Pierre, I 
embroidered that a bit).AND, please read CRASH by J.G. Ballard for 
further rewards re:the joys of car crashes...

But MY murder, and the murder Celine is celebrating are GRATATOUS... 
they live in Hitchcocks "Strangers on a Train" and more so, in Camue's 
"The Stranger".... they are the murder's committed simply as daliance.

Richard Dadd (GREAT Victorian painter...) had a list of some 400 
important people (heads of state, etc) in his pocket. While riding a 
train through Europe, he decided that if he first saw the rising sun 
through one side of the train-car, rather than the other, he would kill 
all these individuals.

Richard Dadd was a GREAT artist, I believe he would have made a great 
murderer also.

And so, lets take murder to its next step...AN ART FORM... forget the 
John Wayne Gacye's and Jeffery Daumers, how about Giles De Rays... lets 
get REAL!

Violence is the habitat of the artist, its our birth-right.

It is simply to easy, or to convienant to pass this back to Neitsche.

(Sorry, I have to stop this at this moment... I'll try to pick it up 
later).

Wm.