if you haven't heard the of montreal song that the title of this post is referring to, scroll to the bottom of this post. i'll add the lyrics also, because i'm that nice... i shall first begin with an interview with the journalist naomi wolf (and above the of montreal video is a video for the song 'naomi' by of montreal's former elephant 6 fellow jeff mangum, of neutral milk hotel. this is perhaps out of line as naomi wolf writes some feminist theory, though the song isn't supposed to be about her). watch and learn about america/fascism. the information contained therein is throttling and upsetting, especially for proponents of freedom and democracy who believe in elections, like the one that the united states is about to stage.
the contents of this interview are all the more vivid for me, as last night i screened el topo for the first time, alejandro jodorowsky's 1970 masterpiece. i read a piece that he wrote recently in last month's 'arthur magazine' which you may download as a pdf <"http://www.arthurmag.com/magpie/?p=2969" target="_blank">here (the article is on page 14 of the pdf). el topo displays the beginnings of christianity a bit absurdly, as a psychedelic series of shamanic gunfights. the end of the film displays the illuminati insignia currently found on the back of dollar bills everywhere. this society is destroyed in the film's apocalypse by god the gunfighter himself, as it has corrupted itself through enslavement, debauchery and secrecy. it is not clear to me whether jodorowsky is speaking of america or capitalism as a concept, as many societies are complicit in the slave trade, but he is deriding it regardless. here are a few clips from that film.
rent el topo. do it now. you will thank yourself later. now, to the promised contemporary culture:
forecast fascist future lyrics:
The language of the frost lobs dead balloons over ruins today
In view of wan wordless crowds that chase waifs to spires with fiery plumes
And incite the firmament’s portrait of ’A Drowning in Styx’
That gives impotents kicks
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
Masking vapor trails from Mercury for a killer on Umbria
Who crippled birch mares now briars replace their old cotton limbs
Who will tell? I mean would it make a difference?
Look metal flower petal tears do not even appear in the Myopic Mirror
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
The moon was sagging in the sky as I held her face to mine
All our thoughts were coming in so clear beyond the Myopic Mirror
We were darting from the place where we just couldn’t fit
For away from all the violence safely flying in our own orbit
Why do I always have to tell you ”forget about the prescient signs!”?
Forget about the life we knew
May we never be stripped of anything we love
may we grow so gentle never go mental
may we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
May we never go go mental
may we always stay stay gentle
Boredom murders the heart of our age while sanguinary creeps take the stage
Boredom strangles the life from the printed page
What was my number? What was my number? I don’t care!
No no no no no
