Archive for March, 2009


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stalin watching newsreels of hitler

seething rage.
pissing cunt.




name of the theorist

following jameson,
as althusser proved,
and marx himself demonstrated,
allah be praised,
luke 2.2.





[B]eyond their physical reality, the territories of [Trantor/Korell] have constituted a schematic description of a conceptual system whose properties have been used to understand other geopolitical problems. The Rebellion unfolding in [Kalgan] is part of an imaginary geography that [Hari Seldon] called the [“Korellization of Kalgan”]. Yet if the [Kalgani] resistance is perceived to have been [Korellized], the [Nexonian] military has been [“Trantorized”]. Furthermore, both the [Nexonian] and the [Trantorian] militaries have adopted counter-insurgency tactics that increasingly resemble the guerilla methods of their enemies. When the wall around the [Nexonian] Green zone in [Kalgan City] looks as if it had been built from left-over components of the [Korellian] Wall; when “temporary closures” are imposed on entire [Kalgani] towns and villages and reinforced….



A locomotive is moving. Someone asks: why does it move? A muzhik says: the devil moves it. Another man says the locomotive moves because its wheels turns. A third asserts that the cause of the movement is the smoke blown away by the wind.

The muzhik is irrefutable. In order to refute him, someone would have to prove to him that there is no devil, or another muzhik would have to explain to him that it is not the devil but a German who moves the locomotive. Only then, by way of contradiction, will they see that they are both wrong. But the one who says that the cause is the turning of the wheels refutes himself, because, if he enters upon the terrain of analysis, he must keep going: he must explain the cause of the turning of the wheels. And until he arrives at the ultimate cause of the locomotive’s movement, the steam compressed in the boiler, he will have no right to stop in his search for the cause. The one who explained the movement of the locomotive by the smoke blown back, noticing that the explanation by the wheels did not furnish the cause, took the first symptom that came along and, in his turn, passed it on as the cause.

Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace, p.1186





Hiroshima, 1945, August 6, sixteen minutes past 8 AM.

Who really gave that order?

Answer: Control.

Answer: The Ugly American.

Answer: The instrument of Control.

Question: If Control’s control is absolute, why does Control need to control?

Answer: Control… needs time.

Question: Is Control controlled by its need to control?

Answer: Yes.

Why does Control need humans, as you call them?

Answer: Wait… wait! Time, a landing field. Death needs time like a junkie needs junk.

And what does Death need time for?

Answer: The answer is sooo simple. Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sake.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker.

Death needs time for what it kills to grow in, for Ah Pook’s sweet sake, you stupid vulgar greedy ugly American death-sucker… Like this.

We have a new type of rule now. Not one man rule, or rule of aristocracy, or plutocracy, but of small groups elevated to positions of absolute power by random pressures and subject to political and economic factors that leave little room for decision. They are representatives of abstract forces…

[Ah Pook picks up a double-barrel shotgun and opens the breech, where two shells are chambered. It closes the breech.]

…who’ve reached power through surrender of self. The iron-willed dictator is a thing of the past. There will be no more Stalins, no more Hitlers. The rulers of this most insecure of all worlds are rulers by accident…

[Ah Pook is caressing the shotgun.]

…inept, frightened pilots at the controls of a…

[Ah Pook puts the shotgun into its mouth, and its voice continues]:

…vast machine they cannot understand, calling in experts to tell them which buttons to push.

[Ah Pook pulls the trigger.]

William Burroughs, “Ah Pook The Destroyer”, Dead City Radio



With Paul Salamone