Alan Sondheim on Mon, 24 Dec 2001 07:48:05 +0100 (CET) |
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<nettime> midrash and phenomeology |
- Of the Latter Days and what you might hear And of unto your inner worlds, where you must die. It makes no difference, whether you make peace. And of course one always hopes that embracing the worst, overcomes. And of course that is a myth. We have not escaped the fire, to speak. Do not make peace. For whom shall you make peace. Do not seek your hearts. For whom shall you seek your hearts. ... This is temporary. You may not receive this. You may receive this only on a temporary basis. With the proliferation of small-scale nuclear devices, the Internet is in imminent danger of collapse. There may be days, weeks, months, a few years, left. This is the end-game of culture. Your knowledge is useless. Don't fret our media. But it is a privilege to read this. It is a privilege to witness the curtain coming down on the future. It is a privilege to recognize that little will remain on the other side - that later, much later, something else might inscribe similar words to these. Later, much later, something else might read them, but not these, but others. There are too many bombs; there is the untoward simplicity of the bomb. It is human to hate, human to take out one's enemy at the risk of one's life. Sacrifice is the core and kernel of being human; hate is the shell that derives destruction. These lines are written between one destruction and another, between one and another finality. They are produced on the road to another's paradise and the dissembling of our own. ... The world frantically holds peace concerts. The world frantically produces beautiful music reaching throughout heavens and earths. The world produces books, fashion, songs, operas, magazines, articles, psalms, poems, epics, sculptures, paintings, puppet-shows, cinema, theater, whole literatures, all in the name of peace. The world produces screams, terrors, whimpers, moans, cries and whispers, all begging for peace, caterwauling for peace, yelling for peace. Human beings scurry in all directions. Plants burn. Rivers burn. Animals are blinded. Lesions develop. There are rumors of bombs. There is no electric. Servers and routers are silenced. I will stand up and sit down. I will be the prophet of the last and latter days. I will type on dying keyboards, dead laptops. My words are the words of truth. My words die from crippled fingers. My words die in ten throats. My words die in one. My words are lesions. ... Countdown. This is written from the future to the past. This has already been written. This will already have been written. This will already have not been read. Not by us. Not by something else. Listen: We are all dead. Listen: It is too late now. The poison is here. Listen: It is time to make our peace. Listen: It is time to listen to ourselves. This is the end of the sentence to which we are sentenced. No one will make peace. No one will listen to another. It is the nature of being human. It is human to hate. It is human to act on that hate. We will dance until we are burned alive. We will dance with our lesions. We will dance and destroy. We will go to heaven. We will take you with us. It takes only one. Technology: It takes less than one. One minus one is zero. It will take nothing. It will take nothing at all. Hello Pakistan will you not listen to us. Give us your weapons. Hello USA please listen to us. Give us your weapons. Hello India, Israel, China, France, Germany, Belgium, England, Russia, Sumer, Latvia, Babylonia, Chad, Japan, Italy, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Canada, give us your weapons. We will take your weapons and we will beat them into weapons. We will take your weapons and we will make a column of ash and smoke, fire and debris, radiation and cloud, from pole to pole, an axis of fury, an axis of death and destruction. We will cleanse the earth. We will boil the oceans. We will flood the lands. We will freeze the oceans. We will burn flesh. We will fuck our enemies. We will arrive in paradise. We will arrive in heaven. We have removed our enemies. We have removed your enemies. We do this out of our own goodwill, out of the hearts of men. We do this out of kindness and charity. We have removed their hearts. ... But we write between one destruction and another. At the risk of boring you: We write between one destruction and another. We write into the air we breathe. We write through the slaughter, onslaught of lesions always already among us. We write through our sickness. We write for the decades of routers and servers. We write for the years of wireless, months of optical, weeks and days of pdas, minutes of broadband, seconds of remaining life. We write for audience of one, for audience of one-half, for audience already tending towards zero. We write for the terror among us and the success of that terror, and its end. We write for an improbable length. It takes nothing. It takes nothing at all. We write for our lesions, our implacable hatreds. It takes nothing. It takes nothing at all. We write in order to kill. We write against one another. There is no other writing. We write the enunciation of slaughter. We write its emancipation. We write in order to be silenced. We write in order to be successful. We are successful. We write for an irrational number. It is a matter of time; it is a matter of nothing else. And we write for the silence to follow. We are at the end of days. We are of the end. We are the meat of the end, the flesh of the end. We are of the flesh and its lesions. We are not improbable. We are not improbable at all. We are most probable. Of this I am sure: We are most probable. It takes nothing. It takes nothing at all. ... - from a midrash _ phenomenology of speech and prophecy it doesn't matter what you say.:it happens anyway.:problem with being a prophet: no one listens. :: your death is a proof they won't allow you to see.:the best they do is spit at you. the worse they do is ignore.:you're not writing for them. you're writing for collateral.::you speak to the murderers of your speech. she speaks a language of no consequence whatsoever. to an audience of no consequence whatsoever.:the prophet more than anyone else knows it doesn't matter.:you speak to your murderers. your speak to the murderers of your speech.:: it is always already in another tongue.:it is always after the fact and therefore both eternal and ephemeral, langue and parole.:it is the nature of pure speech or the purity of natural speech.:: _ # distributed via <nettime>: no commercial use without permission # <nettime> is a moderated mailing list for net criticism, # collaborative text filtering and cultural politics of the nets # more info: majordomo@bbs.thing.net and "info nettime-l" in the msg body # archive: http://www.nettime.org contact: nettime@bbs.thing.net