/lit/ - Literature

> Fascism is not so much a symptom of political desperation, as of libidino-religious numbness, a kind of anti-poetry on the streets. Like all policy-obsessed behaviour patterns it is rooted in the humanist dead-end characterized by hysterical struggle for autonomy: self-determination, national self-management, master-races, autarky...all attempts to seal the blister from within, to hide from the ocean. The thought that there might be a political response to fascism makes me laugh. Shall we set our little fascism against their big one? Organize ourselves, become disciplined, maybe we could make ourselves some smart uniforms and stomp about in the street? Politics is the last great sentimental indulgence of mankind, and it has never achieved anything except a deepened idiocy, more work, more repression, more pompous ass-holes demanding obedience. Quite naturally we are bored of it to the point of acute sickness. I have no interest at all in groping at power in the blister. What matters is burning a hole through the wall.

Our thoughts on this passage?

"From birth we are brain-washed into conformity with the cage, taught to accumulate,
to shore ourselves up, to fear madness and death. Trapped in a constricting tangle of
language routines we tread a narrow circuit in the maze
We are told that chance will not take care of us, and that it is difficult to live
but work and seriousness are slums of delusion the garbage-heap of individuation has
no worth what is called life at the outer edge of patriarchy is a bleak box of lies,
drudgery, and anaesthesia blended with inane agony what matters about the outside of the
box is not just that it is the outside of the box, but that it is immense what matters is the
abyss, the gulf
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They want us to fear death so much, but we can inhabit it like vermin, it can be our
space, in our violent openness to the sacred death will protect us against their
Fluent bodies (a digression on Miller) 93
exterminations, driven insane by zero, we can knot ourselves into the underworld,
communicate through it, cook their heavenly city in our plague."

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