Abracadabra Alakazam
Is all the world a war of good and bad? Have you not thought it might be something more?
“why do they call it tupperware. why don’t we call it supperware”
I fully believe that your average German peasant was happier, more fulfilled, and better looked after than the standard American cubicle dweller. I think he ate food that was more nourishing and wore clothes that were more durable, warm, and colourful. Yes, I would go back to the Middle Ages.
“The Dark Ages”. No phrase makes my blood curdle like this one, this scandalous libel perpetrated by Enlightenment freaks. They had to be “coming out of something”, progressing towards something better, so the past must have been horrible! Can’t have an enlightenment without darkness first, right? Godless heathens, devil—ridden hook nosed wackjobs. Voltaire and all his foul brood, they were Paleo-Redditors! Thank Spinoza and Locke for the opiod crisis, thank Benjamin Franklin for 9/11!
Enlightenment - I’d say rather a full, headlong plunge into a Deep Dark Hole, a kind of Darkness that is Outer even when it’s In. The Hellmouth gapes!
“What is an artist? A man who gets it.”
Some people say that the best art has always been free. These people deserve to have their every rib removed without anathesia, so as to fully illustrate how hollow their aspirations are. The best art has been expensive and taken a long time, because that’s how the world works.
And who can deny it?
Nobody really thinks that the old kind of thing is bad. Everyone still gasps when they see the inside of a grand cathedral, everyone still goggles their eyes at a masterwork of painting or of sculpture. But for some reason, their minds almost never connect to what made these things possible. Almost never realize why we don’t have them now.
Anyone who says something that is wrong about art is either deceiving themselves to fit in, or is possessed by a devil of Hell. Fully and completely do I believe this.
I will be a happy little feudal lord with a happy little feudal lady, and we will live on a big farm in the North and we will have eleven children and I will train them in the ways of the sword, even the girls. My mom can live with us too, and all my rowdy-boy compatriots. This will happen.
Or maybe we will live on an island in the Adriatic. That could work too.
Stay safe out there kemosabes.