The Smile of the Unvanquished

At Wintersolstice, the backbone of the night, as a ghostly dotted veil of campfires dancing in a whirl of fumes, arches longest over a world shivering and more dull than livid, stripped of fragrances, even of decaying fruits forgotten to be harvest before the barns were closed and icy talons raped the land. And for the few who dare the calamity of elements outside their cosy den, and whose eyes peel layers of crusted infatuations and inflations of illusory commonplaceness, there's this hovering reassurance, unperturbed and aloof, a canopy of light though that beckons to hope, sense and love in harbours formerly unknown, often obliqued in daily consciousness, and in the rush of events and habits, that pins the soul down in its self-created pool of direness, now lifted up to citizenship of the abiding grace.

Re.: Mercenaries, Private Defense, and Genocide http://www.lewrockwell.com/rozeff/rozeff125.html It is clear that the world’s system of states does not have a method of policing genocides, despite the fact that the states claim to be in the business of protecting citizens. Why not? Such a method would require interference of one state in the so-called domestic affairs of another state, and states do not want to interfere with other states typically. If they did, it would mean war and they avoid wars unless there’s something in it for them. Each gang (state) more or less respects the turf of the other gangs. In this way, each gang holds on to its power – the most important aim of the gang. Stopping genocide and saving lives is not the object of these gangs (states.) I don’t even have to say that states shouldn’t be in the business of stopping genocides or go into the reasons why they shouldn’t be, because they don’t do it anyhow. This is one government program they avoid like the plagu...

Re.: George Orwell - Socialist, Anarchist or What...? http://members.tripod.com/wintermute10/cbs-uk.htm 1984 nicely puts together how feeble the prospects of a revolution by the mass or merely the single well-meant intellectual action of an individual is, which is exceptionally true in modern society but also in a pre-industrial world; discontentment and uproars manifest itself in the latter not as a consequence of poverty, but primarily in reaction to intrusion into popular religion and folkloristic events or in case of famine. Mind you, in the book, the Proles are relatively spared from the party-control and live more or less like every underclass in pacifized exclusion. The cynical angle and in this Orwell wondrously foreshadows the fears of the Situationists is that the intellectual weapons and icons of the revolt are manufactured, delivered and orchestrated by the Party. "A new form of domination had been perfected, they( = the Situationists) maintained, in which every act o...

To quote Jean Anouilh, the saliva of the Intelligentsia has never changed the world..; "-isms", politics and ideologies in the end are merely impostures. It's part of our human condition to objectify reality, then to spin ideas and models and superimpose them on the world and people as a map of a warped reality, a hyperreality, instrumental to make the weal and woe, or the trauma of the mysterious more accessible and on an emotional level, more bearable. One way or the other, we're unable to dislodge ourselves completely from "manufacturing machinations"... but we might undertake an attempt not to cahoot with their spellbounding lightweightness and their ready solutions for big scheme contrivances. Beyond these factionalism of perspectives, only two axioms should survive: being true to oneself and to live, simply to live – as one put it in German: artgerecht Leben in artgerechte Haltung. Why are humans so easly manipulated? Manipulation doesn't go straig...

Days wander off, fugitive landscapes along trails of dreams and thoughts. Clogged to sweat and muck a soul shatters in fragments with no end and bound, each shard carves a mark. from each mark wells a pool of blood, in each pool effuse the sun's glow, the soul's ointment that chastise the barren livid squalor, we call life, to an enterprise of character and a blade of contumacy.

What will seal the Fate of Europeans, but the privation of identity. Not propagation of "individualism" as some conservatives fear and loath, besides what is stamped under the label of individualism today is nothing else than shaping a de-rooted personality, pre-conditioned in thoughts, needs and desires, manageable by outer forces; consumerism - also in the political field - is where blatantly this new drone-like human excels in... trivial needs, effimated behaviour, folding back to calculable patterns; they're surprisingly uniform in attire, attitude, action, and vision. In an age where you would think that the individual triumphes, nothing seems so suspicious and discomforting like identity, a confirmed and grounded Gestalt, a distinct bundle of shape and style opposed to synchronisation, the elimination of a irreducable and non-interchangable Gestalt. The same war against individual identity is fought against a specific racial and cultural identity, the one aforementi...

When sadness seizes the heart, no briny trails remind of tears and stillness brightens the air, placidity descends like a whirl of delight, then in near dark the vanquished will smile.