The Culture of Disbelieving

How can one create from the complexity of human experience & the unique bonds that necessitate such in such a one dimensional world? STRUGGLE?
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We often fail what we believe in, to manage our insecurities, agendas, to get our way. As well as helping in perpetuating consumer culture.
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Freedom of ideas, speech & expression has everything- to do with the evolution of critical thought.
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We are too commercialized, pornographied, dumbed down, & blindly sexist towards both- genders & we misunderstand & abuse our thinkers & artists.
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We take communication for granted & sometimes it's actually an incredibly hard interaction & process for anyone to mutually achieve.
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Indifference is humanity's scourge & terror.
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"'self' as taboo-.."
"what kind of hell is that..?"

"There is nothing worse, than self as taboo..."

Self as Taboo - Marcuse
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"En effet vol ma foi, j'ai eu la bonne, rare foi, la foi tres utile, mais je n'ai pas foi gauche. Bled loin."
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All excerpts from work & 'Our Culture of Disbelieving'- by, Amy Marina Denes

“The web of domination has become the web of Reason itself, and this society is fatally entangled in it.” - Marcuse

Humanity is the manifestation of an insatiable hunger for a variety of assimilations - you are only dangerous, simply, because you are real. - A.M.D

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NOTHING

An excerpt from a short story by A.M.D.



☎ "What is her film about??"

"It's a 3 hour- time lapse film which is filmed from the roof of a building, a mosque actually- in Baghdad, in the center of war torn Iraq..."

( NOTE: "General David Petraeus, is said to be a “big supporter” of bringing Disneyland to Baghdad." )

"What happens??"

"There is no sound- except for when something violent occurs the film returns to a normal speed, for example a boy got shot in the head riding his bike into spontaneous cross fire, then you had sound.. When soldiers die the film slows to normal speed as well.. But then after the violence quells, it speeds up again.."

"Who shot the boy??"

"U.S soldiers... & it's a bit shocking how quickly the 'situations', or injuries & deaths, get 'cleaned up' with the film returning to its rapid fast forward pace.. I saw two people die in exactly the same spot & I don't think anyone would have realized this if it were not for her film.."

"What is it called??"

"Nothing."

"??? What a title.."

"In her interview, what did she say it was about??"

"Nothing.."

"Who did she say was in the film??"

"Nobody.."

"??? - Did you watch the entire film??"

"Parts of it.. For some reason, right now at least- it can't be a full screening.."

"- h u hm -"

"Does it have an ending, did you get a sense of the ending??"

"I've heard from others that at the end of the film all there is- is a long written message to the Iraqi people, it glows on the screen for about 10 minutes & in complete silence.."

"What does it say do you know?? "

"I've got it partially written down on notes at home, taken from the interview- funny thing about memory, anyhow- something along the lines of "we never should have been there - or attacked your country, invade you for oil", blah, blah to the world & more horrible facts & so on....."

"What did you think of the film, the parts of it that you watched??"

"It scared the shit out of me- .."

"Why??"

"I don't know - why do you think, perhaps the surprising number of innocent people on 'both sides' whatever than means- who die right in front of your eyes??"

"How was she able to film it??"

"She robotically controlled a camera from the top of a mosque - & it was filmed over a four year period leading up to now.."

"Must have been hell to edit!"

"She says that nothing is cut out.. It's fast forward- time lapse - it gets blurred & frantic, in its moments of slowing down you get an increasingly nauseating inkling that soon it will stop.. The majority of the film is when it stops & that is too many times to count.."

"What is too many times to count.."

"I told you... - All the people that get murdered in front of your eyes.."


( 5 - 17 - 2010 )

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Once Again for The Possible Worlds

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“The web of domination has become the web of Reason itself, and this society is fatally entangled in it.”

“Obscenity is a moral concept in the verbal arsenal of the establishment, which abuses the term by applying it, not to expressions of its own morality but to those of another.”

Herbert Marcuse

JOURNAL - HOW DOES EVERYTHING- FEEL ( INDIVIDUATION )

"Imagination is more important than knowledge." Albert Einstein

"through rows of bowing hissing Birch
they dreamt
the sun smoldering
beyond
each exclamation of star
a trail
of cosmos
the hanging
of breaths
winding around intervals

as they search the moment
it pries, them loose"

( Excerpt from The Paper Mistress, by, Amy Marina Denes )

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How does a tree feel?

& how does gender feel?

& inveritably almost any circumstance- to access & be the other/s.

What is the significance of the roles we play & act out?

Self?

What is it to define?
Decode?
See?
To be local, universal.

Hegemonic.


How does it feel to think? To process, weigh & react. To doubt, to be solvent..

We are in a time where we finally have the tools to do much more elaborate & conscious work on testing & expanding our awareness of the origins of everything, exactly where- everything (food, clothing, shelter, the human psyche, origins of psychology, 'the spirit', the natural world, energy, art & creativity, ideas- etc ad infinitum) comes from & especially as of late, where war- comes from, how it is created & produced, what war is for- & why- we have wars..


But still, we are failing to ask ourselves where- all our functioning ideas, the materials & systems we depend on & perpetuate originate from.. We fail to go against convention, in order to create & found a new & far more sustainable system of ethics & 'morality'...

We need to further encourage & examine the free & creative dissemination of our ideas, perceptions & concepts, our understanding of the natural world on which we depend.

Are we so sure of the constructs of reality we create & act upon?

These are complicated evolving questions, with equally complicated & diverse answers- & possibilities,
& they always will be. Evolution predicates the process of the discovery, organization & realization of ideas & acts.

At our disposal, is the beauty of focus & observation & at times a panopticon of focus' & observations.

One might assume that trust (a most vital- human need) is an emphasis on the known, the given, the consistent & understood-. An engaging & evolving reciprocity & fruition of trust-.

There might be some program- for human understanding, there.

Individuality is born in the group.. (&, the reader to this journal must know- that I am grouped & allied with some truly- extraordinary & inspiring individuals.. Il bocca al lupo to you..)

So, why do we often go against understanding- ( & new understanding ) & towards any other amorphous & superficial re- definition which simply leads us back to the same arbitrary & exhausted questions?

What is it to ask who- someone is as an individual?

For an example- let's say Dostoevsky's 'Idiot' "in a world obsessed with money, power, and sexual conquest, a sanatorium is the only place for a saint." No individual is an island, well, maybe J.D Salinger, but he had some- reasons...

A 'saint'.. - An island... Hmm..

&, what are the reasons why we struggle with & against being
& in fleshing out the life of an individual, self & identity?

What is it to define oneself outside of the expectations & limiting perimeters of society?

Politics?
Gender-. Etc.

What about believing & solely trusting in all one's ever known? - (or being forced to -.)

Really..

What is it to look 'inside' oneself if it's possible. Inside of our complex, mental, emotional, creative & destructive origins & places of human drive- motive- desire-..

To seriously examine & take a look inside of our own motives as individuals, our influence upon others & the world..

To hold this psychological mirror up, & as Habermas says- "to be more or less reasonable, to give answers to the questions- why did you say that, why did you do that"..
The ability to reflect on ones drivers & ones need to engage.

Perhaps, a lot of our 'problems' (life is a problem) stem from our inability, or lack of desire in facing or answering these questions, as if it's somehow futile, painful or impossible for us to find a 'destination' or a 'destiny' in individuation.

A calling of the human spirit, freedom of the psyche & the will of the self.
A willingness to attempt to understand & confront individuation as the ultimate drive....
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At present, I think we can agree that self confrontation (self- analysis, skepticism) is not- a popular activity.

It's expected then to suppress these powerful hidden drives. Perhaps, throw them into a cloud of repressed assumptions, desire & shame, further our self deception.
Yes. & how absurd is that?

Self, other, & origin- as taboo.-

& to then choose- to live out the design of a proudly hardening, inaccessible, limited & artless self.

Yet, if these drives for love & individuation are there, then what is their use?
What do these drives mean?
How can one speak for the human experience, attempt to know it & appeal to it, if one is not actually living the 'human' experience?

Why is this a very real dilemma?

Is the discovery of, creation from & release of- these expressions too much mental & emotional work for the average individual?

Is there a program to be followed....

Or does everything really just come down to survival, a self absorption that seeks to thrive in a vicious Darwinian sense, or is there something more?

When anyone- is forced into the margins, (yet again)
in front of us, is that great & ever looming desire to individuate, to organize-.. Make sense. Originate.
Within every individual (& many would say every living thing & space itself), are these desires, ever ready to organize..


(Jorn Asger painting, Paris by night, 1959. Defiguration.)

But for what?

An often hidden prime, is- to relate to & create from this drive for individuation..

To arrive.


Now, love as individuation's engine would be far too limiting, or cliche- or- is it.. ?

This noble & nurturing force ironically drives our self limiting needs, what is 'popular & fashionable' or 'politically correct or incorrect', blah- blah- etc, etc. Seemingly relegated to forever be attached to a lonely & speechless wet nurse to care for, quiet & soothe our lucid, dramatic & profound emotional & mental complexities.



Love seems to be a quality & energy, that by 'cultural, commercial, social & political standards & laws'- finds itself incessantly abused, always escaping us & inevitably, defeated.(Marcuse, One Dimensional Man)...

& what of a humanist universal love, a desire to understand & nurture the human condition, to leave ourselves open & vulnerable enough- to fully, rationally, completely & willingly, register with & learn from others & the world in any way possible. To courageously ally with reality & risk.

To be fallible & culpable. To face, realize & account for the effects of our own irrationality, error & cruelty.

Why has love for anything-, especially others, become an obligatory & over romanticized terror? Or an act of tiring & inconsequential labor- & work?

Is it really only such a personal, rare, ephemeral, illusory & coincidental feeling?
An aimless, forbidden & dispossessed universal guide?

Who taught us that this is 'true'?

Interestingly, love is also a form which often separates us when we have not the courage to realize it.
Unrealizable? Love has countless- nurturing forms & potentials - whether it's a mother breast feeding her infant, a boy carefully folding a paper plane, a surgeon performing heart surgery on her patient, a student thoughtfully finishing his thesis paper, an artist's hand on a thriving & symbolic painting, in the completion of a sustainable farm in South America. Or most importantly- the way life just erupts out of the earth & falls from the sky to give us something miraculous & tangible to experience.

One could go on & on. Love affirms, unites & allies us. It is a dwelling, a place. A uniting human understanding which is outside of the realms of exclusivity.

Love is the quite useful & stimulating, emotional & mental ecstatics that come with being realizable.

How could we ever- take this great power for granted?

Am I really being presumptuous in observing our lack? It's battle?
It's attack?

Love for humanity & others as a rational, vital, sophisticated & elegant force, has it's work, artists & audiences, yes- absolutely,
but such small & disconnected groups... However robust we are always somehow outnumbered..

We have seen this drive enter & escape us like an erratic, desperate dance & pattern, with countless hopeful incarnations, possibilities & failures, in the story of human history.

& then we long to just sit on our 'supposed' laurels?

Is it about success then.

Is that it.


Success, as some ability (conspiring) to prove that we each may have some kind of authority over each other.

"I successfully rule over you, in some way..." (Hah??)- Isn't this a condition much more worthy of disbelieving?

Can't we distinguish ourselves more often- with awareness, skepticism & empathy instead of, expectation, paranoia & 'status'?

Is it a weakness then...-

For.. ?

Mechanically liberated, I suppose- ........., from the empathy (reason) we secretly strive to discover & work from.

All of us painfully await a chance to emit, our sounds, nature, being. To join with something true- & greater than ourselves. Unite.

Emerge & become. BE. Be as in being to be with others & fully of self.

No one can accomplish anything- entirely alone. There is no 'moment' for all moments are future & this requires that the future be now. That awareness, be now.

We all seem to wait & wait to visit & actually face the broken & seeping life heart of the Gulf of Mexico (& The Yellow Sea ) & think- & actually do something about the impossible misery we- create & have created.

We put off falling out of war- to grow to despise human fear & hatred. To stop, to just stop killing- as a way to solve our problems.

We ruminate endlessly on the possibility of starting to attempt to effect change in ours & others lives in great & small ways, by recycling, volunteering, taking long walks, visiting elderly neighbors with news, spending one's free time writing a book, etc.

Human beings have a repressed passion, a yearning inherent in their natures & in their mental & emotional lives to find, experience & incite the love of humanity into a greater way of being..
To be led into a greater possibility of being.

To question self & being.

To love, is to invite- inquisition. Originate.

It's this simple... - I had a 60 or 70 year old or so, healthy & towering, moss green pine outside my front bay windows & some angry & disgruntled asshole- literally wasted money in order to chop down, grind up & throw away this pine in order to 'groom & beautify the courtyard'- ( yesterday ).

Understand- this pine was not diseased, sick or dying, it was not overgrown, its roots were no problem, it never grew into the windows, it was simply a gentle & beautiful pine.

It had consistently kept me company through many summers & winters.
It was life & held life, bird & squirrel nests, it also held my meditations through early morning sun rays & cups of tea... I watched it withstand pelting summer storms & every winter it would become cloaked in fresh & lofty glittering boughs of snow...

Year round it was pure & green & there was always life in its boughs which brought me comfort & respite in times of stress & in the long winter months.

It perfumed my home, it brought me a consistent, uncommon, mysterious, & graceful companionship.

On clear nights, like an angel, it pointed towards the stars, & moon.

It was reduced to something considered useless, out of place & unwanted, removed & done away with, as if it had never been. & as if it never should have been.

I'll tell you- when I saw a robin & other small birds & squirrels which used to live in this pine's nurturing branches return to it's former dominion,
hopping & scrambling in the dirt in confusion at its absence-, I was so moved that I started to cry.

I cried so hard. It was a stendhal effect & much more.. I did not expect to feel as confused as the pine's inhabitants, but I felt a hole in my life & my heart & that hole is still there, embedded in my history.

& it means something-.

& I felt an even deeper urge to realize all the needlessness in the world, & an even deeper urge to understand my love & my belonging to other living things & my relationships with all that surrounds me on this short, mysterious & delicate plane of existence.

For better or worse, love & it's transformative powers is a willingness to find- solidarity (& self) among all things. It just, is.

It's not the known that discloses us, it's the unknown- that discloses us. It is all the happening of life that dwells beneath all our surfaces which rises up into experience, & truth.

To destroy the possibility of discovering & understanding the unknown, is a cosmic crime. It's unoriginal & unintelligible, a perversion of possibility, reality & the truth,
it's vacant & loveless.

& anything loveless & needless is just brutally & predictably banal.

& will probably, die that way.


Journal by, Amy Marina Denes


( Asger Jorn, Poussin,1962. Defiguration.)

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( For the 'earth shaman', my pine, thank you. )( CLICK )

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The RACH

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"But deconstructionism tells us that each time we see the quilt (or encounter some similar object that can be seen in more than one way) then the other pattern is obscured from our sight. "

From: Derrida's 'differAnce'

All Kind of Flowers -
Yegelle Tezeta - & BACH

WILDERNESS

"This is a heart that knows its way in a wilderness of desires."

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NO BUT'S.

Being extraordinary is as simple as doing the right thing.

DO NOT- EAT YOUR HANDS.

Вы можете съесть ваши руки и выжить, чтобы сказать рассказ? Должны быть много историй, но увы, ничто, чтобы сказать рассказ.. Не ешьте ваши руки!!! By, Amy M. Denes

LOOK AT YOURSELF

( CLICK ) -> 1,000,000 Strong Against Offshore Drilling

Peter Orlovsky - R.I.P - July 8, 1933- May 30, 2010

FRIST POEM

A rainbow comes pouring into my window, I am electrified.
Songs burst from my breast, all my crying stops, mistory fills
the air.
I look for my shues under my bed.
A fat colored woman becomes my mother.
I have no false teeth yet. Suddenly ten children sit on my lap.
I grow a beard in one day.
I drink a hole bottle of wine with my eyes shut.
I draw on paper and I feel I am two again. I want everybody to
talk to me.
I empty the garbage on the tabol.
I invite thousands of bottles into my room, June bugs I call them.
I use the typewritter as my pillow.
A spoon becomes a fork before my eyes.
Bums give all their money to me.
All I need is a mirror for the rest of my life.
My frist five years I lived in chicken coups with not enough
bacon.
My mother showed her witch face in the night and told stories of
blue beards.
My dreams lifted me right out of my bed.
I dreamt I jumped into the nozzle of a gun to fight it out with a
bullet.
I met Kafka and he jumped over a building to get away from me.
My body turned into sugar, poured into tea I found the meaning
of life
All I needed was ink to be a black boy.
I walk on the street looking for eyes that will caress my face.
I sang in the elevators believing I was going to heaven.
I got off at the 86th floor, walked down the corridor looking for
fresh butts.
My comes turns into a silver dollar on the bed.
I look out the window and see nobody, I go down to the street,
look up at my window and see nobody.
So I talk to the fire hydrant, asking "Do you have bigger tears
then I do?"
Nobody around, I piss anywhere.
My Gabriel horns, my Gabriel horns: unfold the cheerfulies,
my gay jubilation.

Nov. 24th, 1957, Paris
SECOND POEM

Morning again, nothing has to be done,
maybe buy a piano or make fudge.
At least clean the room up for sure like my farther I've done flick
the ashes & butts over the bed side on the floor.
But frist of all wipe my glasses and drink the water
to clean the smelly mouth.
A nock on the door, a cat walks in, behind her the Zoo's baby
elephant demanding fresh pancakes-I cant stand these
hallucinations aney more.
Time for another cigerette and then let the curtains rise, then I
knowtice the dirt makes a road to the garbage pan
No ice box so a dried up grapefruit.
Is there any one saintly thing I can do to my room, paint it pink
maybe or instal an elevator from the bed to the floor,
maybe take a bath on the bed?
Whats the use of liveing if I cant make paradise in my own
room-land?
For this drop of time upon my eyes
like the endurance of a red star on a cigerate
makes me feel life splits faster than sissors.
I know if I could shave myself the bugs around my face would
disappear forever.
The holes in my shues are only temporary, I understand that.
My rug is dirty but whose that isent?
There comes a time in life when everybody must take a piss in
the sink -here let me paint the window black for a minute.
Thro a plate & brake it out of naughtiness-or maybe just
innocently accidentally drop it wile walking around the
tabol.
Before the mirror I look like a sahara desert gost,
or on the bed I resemble a crying mummey hollaring for air,
or on the tabol I feel like Napoleon.
But now for the main task of the day - wash my underwear -
two months abused - what would the ants say about that?
How can I wash my clothes - why I'd, I'd, I'd be a woman if I did
that.
No, I'd rather polish my sneakers than that and as for the floor
its more creative to paint it then clean it up.
As for the dishes I can do that for I am thinking of getting a job in
a lunchenette.
My life and my room are like two huge bugs following me
around the globe.
Thank god I have an innocent eye for nature.
I was born to remember a song about love - on a hill a butterfly
makes a cup that I drink from, walking over a bridge of
flowers.

Dec. 27th, 1957, Paris
My Bed is Covered Yellow

My bed is covered yellow - Oh Sun, I sit on you
Oh golden field I lay on you
Oh money I dream of you
More, More, cried the bed - talk to me more -
Oh bed that taked the weight of the world -
all the lost dreams laid on you
Oh bed that grows no hair, that cannot be fucked
or can be fucked
Oh bed crumbs of all ages spiled on you
Oh yellow bed march to the sun whear yr journey will be done
Oh 50 lbs. of bed that takes 400 more lbs-
how strong you are
Oh bed, only for man & not for animals
yellow bed when will the animals have equal rights?
Oh 4 legged bed off the floor forever built
Oh yellow bed all the news of the world
lay on you at one time or another

1957, Paris
Snail Poem

Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired
& handsome felt,
Grave root pillow, tung up from grave & wigle at
blown up clowd.
Ear turnes close to underlayer of green felt moss & sound
of rain dribble thru this layer
down to the roots that will tickle my ear.
Hay grave, my toes need cutting so file away
in sound curve or
Garbage grave, way above my head, blood will soon
trickle in my ear -
no choise but the grave, so cat & sheep are daisey
turned.
Train will tug my grave, my breath hueing gentil vapor
between weel & track.
So kitten string & ball, jumpe over this mound so
gently & cutely
So my toe can curl & become a snail & go curiousely
on its way.

1958 NYC







- PETER ORLOVSKY

MICRO INTERVIEW WITH MICHAEL STEVENS OF SUICIDE PRESS

Image: William Burroughs beside Sphinx, Metropolitan Museum of Art, Fall 1953. Copyright Allen Ginsburg Trust.

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MICRO INTERVIEW IN THREE QUESTIONS, WITH BIBLIOGRAPHER, AUTHOR & FOUNDER OF SUICIDE PRESS.


I. You are right that people's quotes from Burroughs tend to be tired, overused &/or become cliche- what are some of your more unheard of Burroughs Quotes???

Michael Stevens: I have three for you,"Only those for whom the knowledge is intended will find it."

"Watch what everyone else is doing and don't do it."

"To speak is to lie."


II. You & Burroughs exchanged letters & then eventually met.. What was your first impression of Burroughs?

Michael Stevens: We exchanged letters concerning the Stendhal Syndrome, & then out of the blue he told me how to get rid of a headache by using acupressure on your pinky finger... My first impression? I don't really know how I felt, I was overwhelmed.


III. Where can we find your amazing book?

Michael Stevens: SUICIDEPRESS.COM


THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES MICHAEL.



( Image of Stevens )
Michael Stevens: The pleasure was all mine.


Look forward to a future & extended, interactive interview with Michael at ARTVOLUME1.ORG


© MICRO INTERVIEWS 2010 - by, Amy M Denes

OCELLUS

"I am not one of those weak-spirited, sappy people who want to be liked by all the people around them.

I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.

My affections, being concentrated over a few people, are not spread all over Hell in a vile attempt to placate sulky, worthless shits."

William Seward Burroughs

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"Fascists seek to organize a nation on corporatist perspectives; values; and systems such as the political system and the economy."

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MARIN MARAIS
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suicidepress.com


"The only thing that gets Homo sapiens up off his dead ass is a foot up on it."
-The Place of Dead Roads (If you see this warning, chances are you are losing my interest or it's ----never---- to return..)

COMMISSIONER OF SEWERS

( TANGIERS )

( CLICK ) ABOUT CUTUPS IN LONDON

( CLICK ) WILLIAM SEWARD BURROUGHS

WOMAN DEPICTED AS SERPENT

OUROBOROS -

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Future of the Universe and Possible Death -

EMPIRE OF ILLUSION- DARK VOYEURISM & THE OBAMA BRAND

Chris Hedges: Empire of Illusion



"The greatest danger that besets us does not come from believers or atheists; it comes from those who, under the guise of religion, science or reason, imagine that we can free ourselves from the limitations of human nature and perfect the human species."
(From: I Don't Believe in Atheists)



"In the beginning war looks and feels like love.

But unlike love it gives nothing in return but an ever-deepening dependence, like all narcotics, on the road to self-destruction.

It does not affirm but places upon us greater and greater demands.
It destroys the outside world until it is hard to live outside war's grip.

It takes a higher and higher dose to achieve any thrill. Finally, one ingests war only to remain numb."
(From: War Is a Force that Gives Us Meaning)



"Those who fail to exhibit positive attitudes, no matter the external reality, are seen as maladjusted and in need of assistance.
Their attitudes need correction.
Once we adopt an upbeat vision of reality, positive things will happen.

This belief encourages us to flee from reality when reality does not elicit positive feelings. These specialists in "happiness" have formulated something they call the "Law of Attraction."

It argues that we attract those things in life, whether it is money, relationships or employment, which we focus on.

Suddenly, abused and battered wives or children, the unemployed, the depressed and mentally ill, the illiterate, the lonely, those grieving for lost loved ones, those crushed by poverty, the terminally ill, those fighting with addictions, those suffering from trauma, those trapped in menial and poorly paid jobs, those whose homes are in foreclosure or who are filing for bankruptcy because they cannot pay their medical bills, are to blame for their negativity.

The ideology justifies the cruelty of unfettered capitalism, shifting the blame from the power elite to those they oppress.

And many of us have internalized this pernicious message, which in times of difficulty leads to personal despair, passivity and disillusionment."



"There are always people willing to commit unspeakable human atrocity in exchange for a little power and privilege."



"The split in America, rather than simply economic, is between those who embrace reason, who function in the real world of cause and effect, and those who, numbed by isolation and despair, now seek meaning in a mythical world of intuition, a world that is no longer reality-based, a world of magic."
(From: American Fascists: The Christian Right and the War On America)


"Inverted totalitarianism, unlike classical totalitarianism, does not revolve around a demagogue or charismatic leader. It finds expression in the anonymity of the Corporate State. It purports to cherish democracy, patriotism, and the Constitution while manipulating internal levers."
(From: Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy and the Triumph of Spectacle)


"The enduring attraction of war is this: Even with its destruction and carnage it can give us what we long for in life. It can give us purpose, meaning, a reason for living."
(From: War Is a Force that Gives Us Meaning)



"Violence is a disease, a disease that corrupts all who use it regardless of the cause. "

All quotes by — Chris Hedges

& - Arthur Miller Quote on Suffering and Psychoanalysis: ‘My argument with so much of psychoanalysis, is the preconception that suffering is a mistake, or a sign of weakness, or a sign even of illness.

When in fact, possibly the greatest truths we know, have come out of people’s suffering.

The problem is not to undo suffering, or to wipe it off the face of the earth, but to make it inform our lives, instead of trying to “cure” ourselves of it constantly, and avoid it, and avoid anything but that lobotomized sense of what they call “happiness”.

There’s too much of an attempt, it seems to me, to think in terms of controlling man, rather than freeing him – of defining him, rather than letting him go! It’s part of the whole ideology of this age, which is power-mad!"