From: luke-AT-seol.net.au Date: Thu, 31 Jul 1997 04:14:16 Cen. Australia Standard Time Subject: None LB Message-ID: <MAPI.Id.0016.00756b65202020203030303430303034-AT-MAPI.to.RFC822> In-Reply-To: <19970730042841.3519.qmail-AT-hotmail.com> References: Conversation <19970730042841.3519.qmail-AT-hotmail.com> with last message <19970730042841.3519.qmail-AT-hotmail.com> Priority: Normal X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Priority: 3 To: surrealist-AT-jefferson.village.Virginia.EDU From: "Luke Pellen" <luke-AT-seol.net.au> Subject: Re: Dreams of Nyarlothotep. [intoxication speaks...] Date: Wed, 30 Jul 97 19:33:11 PDT Nothing to be said really... > And the blind idiot god Azathoth screams you awake: > > >Surrealism is deeply psychological > > No it's not: Surrealism is as material as the day is long. One does not exclude the other; psychology is also material. > ..Hear and see > what I mean? One cannot speak of the depth of Surrealism, for > Surrealism is not even shallow. Surrealism is possibility, and if > possibility is given the ground of personal disclosure, then yes, > encouragement to share ground is well founded. I no longer care what surrealism is! You could have said "surrealism is an orange acrobatic mongoose" and I would have agreed with you..... RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR gjgk fdgu 9fdsugd rt > As I said. Surrealism occupies a plane that is a sort of buffer zone > protecting us from pure gnosis. To speak of death as unreliability is > the last stage of the archontic metaphor. Surrealism occupies no plane! It is nowhere! To understand it is to misunderstand it! > You are trapped in the archontic realm of singing matter, which frolics > hedonistically with(in) the company of your brain in stitches, up > against the wall that is the limit of language... We are all trapped... and there is no escape! ******************* > ...you say you cannot > express yourself in that pure state of gnosis... of course not, for the > "excrement" you speak of is the prisonhouse of matter, not of > language... let us not blame the offspring... nothing makes sense when > you cease to be human and become possibility, divinity.... The fact that nothing makes sense also makes no sense... but it could not be any other way. > >If God exists, He abuses synchronicity and contributes unfairly towards > >my sporadic madness. > > Drink cranberry juice. Wise advice... > DEATH is the poorness that speaks volumes.... afterbirth Death is indeed this poorness... it is a word which has no place, except from the lips of those that cannot speak. [mutual intoxicated masturbation/// - the seed has been spilt] ......................................;;;"WhAt we need is an orgy"?! Luke Pellen e-mail: luke-AT-seol.net.au -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- 'No, on the whole I think all writers should be in prison.' - Ralph Richardson on being asked to appear in a charity programme in support of imprisoned writers -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- This random quotation was generated by SIGGEN... SIGGEN is an e-mail signature generator programmed by Luke Pellen
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