#768 JANUARY 24, 2014
Copyright 2014 FRANCIS DIMENNO
https://dimenno.wordpress.comWe make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry. –William Butler Yeats
BOOK THREE: SAVAGE NOXTOWN
CHAPTER EIGHT: PART TWENTY-SEVEN: THE FALL
“My friends,” said the Reverend John Otis Cross, “I say that that poor BEAST…as clever as he mought be…like the Gadarene swine…is condemned to perdition…because has no immortal SOUL.”
“We like that pig!”
A bit of white froth began to appear upon the left corner of the Good Reverend’s mouth.
“Do not the maunderings of this loathsome heretical swine reflect merely the effects of Lucifer his own self and his perfidious black arts–learned, all right–learned at the feet of the father of lies!?”
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I must say I believe, or fear, that taking the world as a whole these things are on the increase. Hitler, no doubt, will soon disappear, but only at the expense of strengthening (a) Stalin, (b) the Anglo-American millionaires and (c) all sorts of petty fuhrers of the type of de Gaulle. All the national movements everywhere, even those that originate in resistance to German domination, seem to take non-democratic forms, to group themselves round some superhuman fuhrer (Hitler, Stalin, Salazar, Franco, Gandhi, De Valera are all varying examples) and to adopt the theory that the end justifies the means. Everywhere the world movement seems to be in the direction of centralised economies which can be made to ‘work’ in an economic sense but which are not democratically organised and which tend to establish a caste system. With this go the horrors of emotional nationalism and a tendency to disbelieve in the existence of objective truth because all the facts have to fit in with the words and prophecies of some infallible fuhrer. Already history has in a sense ceased to exist, ie. there is no such thing as a history of our own times which could be universally accepted, and the exact sciences are endangered as soon as military necessity ceases to keep people up to the mark. Hitler can say that the Jews started the war, and if he survives that will become official history. He can’t say that two and two are five, because for the purposes of, say, ballistics they have to make four. But if the sort of world that I am afraid of arrives, a world of two or three great superstates which are unable to conquer one another, two and two could become five if the fuhrer wished it. That, so far as I can see, is the direction in which we are actually moving, though, of course, the process is reversible.
I RODE A MURDER TRAIN
I rode a murder train; along the aisles
Its passengers stood back to back
And troubles were their tribal lot;
And I saw death upon the way
He wore a face which time forgot
Afflicted with a million Smiles
I felt the train begin to sway
And knew that I was never coming back.
SUPERBOWL AS MIDWINTER SEX FESTIVAL
The ovum-shaped football emerges from the huddle and is attacked by multiple male sperm until one successful candidate carries it across the threshold. This process is reiterated until one genetically superior tribe “wins”.
CONTROVERSIES IN POPULAR CULTURE. 726.
ON LITERATURE AS PRESENTLY PRACTICED
Could we pretty pretty please have a moratorium on precious poetry and writing-school prose? I mean, goody goody gumdrops, and gosh-all fishhooks, it sure is nice to know that people are in touch with their innermost feelings and stuff. But…since when does being literate mean the long-suffering reader must put up with solipsistic bilge written by humorless, emotionally frozen writers who couldn’t ad lib a belch at a Hungarian banquet?