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20
Feb 09

E Pluribus unum

How Culture resolves itself.  The new improved war, while Iraq still simmers...

Photo: JOHN D MCHUGH/AFP/Getty Images

…How Culture resolves itself … battle of arbitrary identities.

Culture is a byproduct of the parasitic State feeding on the vitality and labor of the individual.

As a highly evolved and efficient parasite, the State lures and entices the individual with its facile and abstracted benefits while it ultimately destroys the radiance of the individual.

However, the Cultural beast has become malignant and is unable to be birthed into its evolved stage; thus it is suffocating with obsolescence and irrelevance amid escalating and perpetual acts of absurd and meaningless consumption as it thrashes about for legitimacy.

In all fairness though, it must be granted that the secondhand artifacts of Culture and the derived products of State can and do indeed benefit the needs of the individual through this de facto outgrowth of symbiosis; however, it must be made clear that under no circumstance should either Culture or State act as the basis and matrix for the Individual’s identity or logos.

In an ideal mode the Individual inherently and ultimately exists autonomous and independent of the confines and constructs of State.  The Individual’s value transcends the pedestrian preoccupations of State and the superfluous trappings of Culture.  Likewise, the individual’s identity stems from the fundamental core of being and source element of life.

It is this recognition of the potential of the radiant Individual that has enabled a few among us to illustrate the sinews of providence while the rest of us fester as fodder and perish as inert matter.

-Iliad Alexander Terra

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19
Dec 08

Duel

So my friend,
My dear old friend,
I hate to say,
But this is the end.

The years of yore,
Some telling signs they bore.
Signs that foretold
Of what was forevermore.

Of the worshipers of gore,
There were those who the Sun adored,
And others still who by Saturn swore.
Betwixt them they left a gaping sore!

Today,
Be it Saturn’s day,
Or be it Sun’s play,
Who can say!

Yet must we fight
A bloody hell fright,
Trapped in this plight,
Caught ‘tween their might.

-Iliad A. Terra

Hal

Remember the late Arthur C. Clarke’s prescient 2010: Odyssey Two?

Now examine Saturn’s unexplained phenomena on the eve of impending year 2012

While Saturn has developed foreboding aural rings, it’s noteworthy to consider that our Sun is inexplicably cooling off, as if rapidly, inexorably dying!


…The minimum Sun, longer span with no sweet spots as of couple summers afore

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17
Dec 08

Ink

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26
Sep 07

Deep profound irreconcilable injustice

The other day I had this grand idea: to film a homeless person and share his story with the world, um, as far as I could reach the world, that is. So a friend of mine, named R, who’s exceedingly smart, too smart for his own good if you ask me, and I, astride my brand new luxury coupe drove down the pike to pick up our homeless work of art, superstar-applesauce-gone-stale sort of work of art.

At the first intersection right next to the local Anthropology, we noticed him panhandling his daily fare. So, cool as a rotten cucumber, I drove up to him, rolled down the window and cracked an innocent smile even a baby wouldn’t trust! But he did trust me, and agreed to be filmed. As he hopped in the back seat, my partner-in-crime betrayed a flash of fear and lust as he voiced his concern over my pristine leather seats getting sullied, all the while his eyes sparkling at the prospect of fresh catch!

So we filmed him, vicariously and voyeuristic, perched in our safe-house we penetrated his soul and fears and wants, fatuously seated in our privilege we eavesdropped on a man’s loss. Like some suburban vultures assuaging some deep-seated guilt, we picked our brother’s flesh to fill our own void.

Well, chewed up and mangled, we dropped him off with a twenty-spot ne’er to be sought evermore!

But, as universal justice would have it, such tidy sums seldom bid an ego’s fit. So, a month later, in the dead of noon under a baking sun I saw him again, broken, even more frail, old, forlorn and dejected, walking with his anger, begging for our loose change. Only this time I knew his story, I knew what had crushed him: it was us, our sideways glance, permitting an innocent man to fall through the cracks.

At the stoplight, he walked toward me, not really recognizing me!but then he did, and our eyes locked. His expression changed from his pain to a trace of smile, fleeting, very fleeting, and then horror, for he saw, in the crevices of my glance that I too had abandoned him, that his fate, the enormous burden of his fate stretched before him! His smile vanished and changed to a smile!

I looked straight ahead, like a man with purpose, all the while trembling, with blurred vision!

-I.A.T.

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25
Sep 07

Dot.

...what if you're blind?

-I.A.T.

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