Subterranean Musings

Subterranean Musings

In the beginning was the flux. The flux was in god and the flux was god. The eternal play of this life-force was dynamic, creating and being created. Deus sive natura. Then came the Word. The Word was not of god but of grammar. Grammar, contra Nietzsche, was not god. God is the leviathan, the beast of the deep. God is the behemoth, the beast of the earth. Or were these idols, false gods, imperial war-machines meant to conquer, war-machines every age has bowed to? We created our gods out of iron and uranium.

The Word was never in the beginning. That time was reserved for the deed. In the beginning was the deed, and the deed was good. Maranatha! Hosanna in the flux! Blessed be they who come in the name of the deed! The gods of the earth are stilted and sclerotic, needing feeding tubes and biotech to remain. Bio power in the age of necrocracy keeps the dead living on the corpses and ashes of those sacrificed on the alt(e)rs of conquest.

In the beginning was the lure, but the lure did not know it. The lure has no way of being sure, caught as it is between desire and satisfaction. Does the lure desire itself? ...and the desire was god. In the beginning desire, creating the heavens and the earth, separating the light from the dark, called out: “flux is very good in deed.” And Deed called unto the prophets: “woe unto the nation who serves the Word, for many words have come, indeed, many anti-words are now among us.” Maranatha!

Drama Is Dead | Long Live the Drama

Drama Is Dead | Long Live the Drama

Crossing Borders

Crossing Borders