Violence of Nightmare Thought http://www.alansondheim.org/pvd10.jpg http://www.alansondheim.org/pvd12.jpg more than anything I do wish for nuclear annihilation, this rampant species collapsed like a broken juggurnaut on a plain or mountain, on a boat or at the bottom of the sea. I'm sick of it, this half-life we live beneath other more elemental half-lives; I'm sick of the debris the species leaves everywhere - beyond its own meager journeys - there at the bottom, or among the ions where stratospheric trash makes the slightest journey impossibly hazardous. our leaders are defined as leaders simply because they have command of thermonuclear power; they walk and talk like the rest of us; it's the leverage that's different. and the insanity of their every movement, every word uttered as acidic drool. it makes me and everyone I know sick. let annihilation come quickly, and without a doubt, doubtless, and nothing at that point, therefore, will ever be the same. in any case, people are already dying like flies, fleeing one or another country, people are already doing inconceivably ugly acts to one another. they'll bring everything into play, plants and animals, all the new orders we've discovered, just to bring them to a halt. it's time to stop pretending. the world curdles with overpopulation, rampant militarism, the ugly enclaved rich, global heat, melting ice, atmospheric and water-born poisons; what's left in the trash is slow death, infinite pain and fear, the future feature of annihilation to the limit. better to punctuate this quickly, bring our so-called leaders down to the size of the rest of us; nuclear annihilation cuts through the fanciest resorts, reduces all of us to ash. sooner or later something will replace the world as we know it, another world, not out of the ashes, but out of plastic sludge and heated basins, potential wells, of continued nuclear fury. this is the fundamental chemistry of the world: cultures as catalysts for annihilation, self-destruction using up our momentary resources. our oils will be their oils, will be us. we can't stand it any more, we refuse to accept life lived under such conditions of depression and anxiety that we might as well be dead. to act on this, on the 'might as well,' is to be at least honest, to turn brutally and bravely towards the cessation of pain - in other words, to annihilate ourselves from the inside out, saving what's left of the ravaged world for others perhaps not so sentient, perhaps nothing more than diacritical remarkings on our own species which is busy dooming all the others. why resist our so-called 'president' or thug in charge of nothing more than four-thousand nuclear warheads. or more? why concern ourselves with global warming which is non-existent, surely creating non-existent flooding, 1/3 of Bangladesh under water. I'm utterly sick of water, the basis of life, but slowly choking us and every other living thing to death. better have it once and for all. our so-called 'leader' or thug of dprk, in charge of a few dozen nuclear warheads, has the right idea, the juche idea, the idea/l of the leader, of the rampant dissolution of the planet such as it is - the right idea, the cessation of the world as we or anyone else might know it - the annihilation which is almost tantric in effect, nuclear chakras at war with one another, collapse of enormous forces into enormous forces, inconceivable pressures and temperatures, inconceivable speed - and then the long slow radioactive inadaptations cleansing out the rest of the brutality - which for too long has been one- to-one - knives and guns, bombs, mace, acid, burning alive, crucifixions, beheadings - it's all there, already a dead and exhausted litany, a poor excuse for a news story - battles everywhere, water drying up in one place, flooding in another - we keep building on flood plains, killing every vulnerable (and not-so-vulnerable) ecosystem in sight - it's time to end the charade, which has never been a charade I maintain, ways of life and death, forms of habitus, corrals, stockades. too much misery for too long, too much death, and all of us are cowards yammering against suicide, talking about the preciousness of life, and at the same time treating life as the trash it obviously is. we have nothing to lose, I say bring it on, bring it in, bring it up, bring the whole thing down. I say clearly there's no end time except what we make of it all. I say let accelerationism grind us into dust and stop the rhetoric. I say we have nothing to gain staying here at the site of the crash which will continue - unless we annihilate the crash itself. and that takes fission, fusion, not even much imagination. and if we were around we'd be grateful for it. we should hope beyond hope our Leaders do the right thing - With All the Means at Their Disposal - nothing more than a few buttons pushed, perhaps a phone-call, last words uttered here, Hello. +++ < mountain, on a boat or at the bottom of the sea. I'm sick of it,
mountin, on a boat or at the bottom of the sea. I'm sick of it,
< its own meager journeys - there at the bottom, or among the ions
its own meagre journies - there at the bottom, or among the ions
< this is the fundamental chemistry of the world: cultures as
this is the fundamental chemistery of the world: cultures as
< once and for all. our so-called 'leader' or thug of North Korea, in
once and for all. our so-called 'leader' or thug of Nkorea, in
< to-one - knives and guns, bombs, mace, acid, burning alive,
to-one - knives and guns, bomgs, mace, acid, burning alive,
< we keep building on flood plains, killing every vulnerable (and
we keep building on floodplains, killing every vulnerable (and
< let accelerationism grind us into dust and stop the rhetoric. I
let acceslerationism grind us into dust and stop the rhetoric. I
< a phone-call, last words uttered here, Hello.
a phonecall, last words uttered here, Hello.
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