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this is all so Nagarjuna coded.

apparently i hate myself

AAAAAA I DON'T WANT THIS BOOK TO END!!!!

obviously this book isn't about any of that, and i love these people, but i keep getting irked with their utter unawareness of or disregard for or disinterest in England's violent colonial past while romanticising the 'mysticism' it lost that it had in those imperialist times. like gtfoh. maybe it's just me and my global south sensibilities finally feeling too saturated with the rampant englishness of this book.

after regressing into a catatonic state after a night of doing too much MDMA, John Balance said: 'I once regressed to BIRD MIND and only squarked and chirriped for three worrying days [sic],’ he recalled. ‘I was away with the birds.’

"Coil's Love's Secret Domain as the psychedelic gazetteer of england's hidden reverse.."

pale queens mighty in sorrow

so-called ‘Industrial’ music became dance music. I can't dance to save my life but I've got nothing against dance music – Sly & The Family Stone are one of my favourite groups – but I never understood why people started dancing. So I came out with Swastikas For Noddy, while other people shaved their heads, put on serious glasses and bought sequencers.

made me lol.

We see our music as sound sculptures unhindered by preconceived ideas, where any sound may be used whether natural or manmade, untreated or treated electronically, and motivated only by aesthetic considerations.

Sleazy's father Derman...eventually becoming a knight of the realm i read this and I immediately thought that Sleazy's father became a knight in an artistic, knight errant sense because why not?...until I remembered that he was English and they're weird like that. he was anointed a literal knight. smh.

here with another goosebumpy grindcore black metal album recommendation: Anaal Nathrakh's In the Constellation of the Black Widow. edifying is the only word i can think of to describe it. i have been listening to it on my 500 rupees (5 dollars) earphones and now my ears hurt, so don't do that. but it's worth it anyway.

The objective of harsh vocals and vocal distortions is not the mechanisation of the human, but the distortion or deletion of the human's traditional manifestation.

Attila Csihar’s use of overtone / throat singing through out Mayhem’s album Esoteric Warfare, indicate that this distortion of the signal can at
the same time hint at a second, hidden reality that lies behind the one readily accessible. The consequent next step in informational distortion is outright negation, the eradication of the (arbitrary) symbolic aspect of communication.

“[t]he black metal event is a confession without need
of absolution, redemption.” i thought the point of black metal was corniness (thanks to the second wave) but i guess this is okay too. it works.

There was a picture of some kid smashing the Nike sign, but zoom in, He’s wearing Nike sneakers! I say, who fucking cares? Catharsis is our objective, not a lilly-white and guilt-free existence. We are all hypocrites and failures. Rather than transcendence or redemption, catharsis can point towards the filtering where noise becomes an empirical grounding in contradictions, bringing forward repressed emotions.

i would like to take this update as an opportunity to recommend this reedy post-punk, noise rock album that I have been listening to lately and losing my mind over because of how hard it goes. it's Attempted Martyr by Prostitute. reminds me of a young Michael Gira with hints of Slint. it's politically charged, has middle-eastern influences, and is very different from the usual western noise music. just listen!!!!!!!

If sound at heart is nothing but a commotion of air,
what happens to hearing when all is upended, in despair?

While Russolo made the organ sound like traffic.
What instrument is the descendant of a weapon, he said.
Is this a joke?
Arp’s faithless reliefs bore down on us from the walls like no art
in history, upon which we spat
as if heaven stank
more than our malty flesh and this dance floor, crumbling.
Something must be stretched, beaten or pierced—
you’ll find sound in the wound! he said.

Lacan as an Australian Settler
another abandoned room
for my counterfeit emergence, capture—
my lonely little a? The frontier slides back
daily. See how long such need stays nameless
once we print new money.

she is good!

as exhausting to read as it is to live with someone undiagnosed refusing to acknowledge there's a problem.

why am I reading this?

Master, I go hunting.

"If you ever need me, call on me by my name: Estarriol." Ged stood still a while, like one who has received great news and must enlarge his spirit to receive it. It was a great gift Vetch had given him, the knowledge of his true name.

...it seemed to him that he himself was a word spoken by sunlight.

...to write without the founding myth of original wholeness...

Women’s continuing consumption work, targeted to buy the profusion of new production; growing importance of informal markets in labour and commodities; intensified market commodification of experience, resulting in ineffective utopian or equivalent cynical theories of community; inter-penetration of sexual and labour markets; intensified sexualization of abstracted and alienated consumption.

an emerging system of world order analogous in its novelty and scope to that created by industrial capitalism; we are living through a movement from an organic, industrial society to a polymorphous, information system—from all work to all play, a deadly game.