Eschaton I Sequence, section i, read also in full

E4R6Y2 eschatonIsequence

Y7I8O0 There are terrible things waiting to be written.

F4T6U3 The word world is a mystery, waiting to be cracked.

N3R8O8 A subject is a body of knowledge thinning itself, on grass.

K4Y8O2 Currency is what fails us: we’d flog everything but our back.

N3T7I9 Philosophy is killing us, and still doesn’t make me stronger.

M3R6U7 Philosophy proper is wasted on us, and I am wasted on IT too.

M3R5T1 The meaning of life is essentially sex. No surprises there.

N3T6U2 The meaning of love is essentially death. Again: no surprise.

Z5U7Q1 Madness is a mystery taken very seriously. The mystery is men.

N5T7I2 Man is a metaphysics, woman, a physician.

W3R6U1 The best of doctors earns our love, but never our desire.

V3T7K2 The best of actors learns his art from life, not the theatre.

M9O6Y8 Living is interpersonal. Life is not.

Q2W3D1 Philosophy is learning to serve with the balls you’ve got.

O3T7K2 To abandon a first love for philosophy is not a perfect start.

M2W4T6 Trying-to-make-ends-meet is not even trying to make me laugh.

E4V6Y6 Resistance is puerile. Acceptance is the key to all floors.

V2E1W7 The postmodern condition is to give up the suspicion that all knowledge lies beneath our suspicion.

N2E5T0 Logo-centrism is the critical equivalent of berating our over-fondness for oxygen.

F6Y5J4 Post-structuralism; the state-assisted suicide of professorial self-preservation.

D2V8K5 Love and calamity are more than just a metaphor - they are often synonymous expressions.

M4I8X5 Life and death are more than two trade towers: they are both commodities as well.

K5Y6J1 My will-to-kill-an-hour is tired by abundance, and saddened by solar activity.

V3F5H2 Obscurity is the writer’s best friend, and his worst company.

J3E4R1 ‘Enter’ and ‘Submit’ are two imperatives opening up a portal to a world of pain.

N3W5Y7 The solution to all manner of public loss, is a private gain.

L9P0I4 Going down. Maybe devolution would do to conquer our inertia.

K5G6H1 Life becomes: a hyper-textually transmitted, ultimate disease. i.e. I am terminally ill.

N9K6A2 Writing this is an attempted overdose, with no prescription.

L7U5G3 I masturbate to prove I still exist. Those who can – will.

K6Y5B3 Home’s a place of recall alone. I want credit for having a clean memory.

G1A6R5 I’m a missionary on behalf of misery. I’ve a mistress: she’s plain tenacity.

G6Y7N3 Nietzsche only changed his mind according to the season. We manage with opinions that are altered daily, or even hourly.

D3T5H2 Nothing happens to man he is not formed by nature to be potentially bored by.

C3W6H7 Whatever is yours – or what you make of it – is mine to keep.

V3R5A2 Your will to power crawls on the hands and knees of my will-to-sleep.

B1S7L0 To the spoilt child of Sills-Maria, the ironic bloodsucker of Basle, I say: Dionysus must die.

F4R5N2 Philosophy continues to succeed where the poets fail and the mystics have faltered: she is still unspoken for.

M5T3G7 Faced with demons promising eternal recurrence I’d have to ask: “Who in hell’s supposed to have died and made you [a] Demon?”

C4Y6T5 These are the bite sized meditations of a minor miracle. The miracle is that there is anything here at all.

S3E2V1 Amulets and Omens, what is a life reduced to these? A Give Way sign.

V3H6E4 Rolling eyes, an eyebrow raised, an averted gaze of mine, are all bad signs – of a highly self-conscious design.

F3T5Y7 A little plot is required to cultivate what vegetates under the surface.

B0W1E3 A foreign voice upsets my meta narrative; a more familiar one asserts my need for a metaphysics.

J3B5Y7 So I’ve fallen in love, it’s true, with mere lines.

K3R6Y1 Or is it that I have I simply fallen for a line?

X2E3T5 Well my fate serves me up on a plate to Satan.

G6U8O2 This will be my lost will and investment. Man.

M2K6S2 The privilege of error is reserved for the past.

G3R6Y7 A knowing irony is wasted on the intellect. Irony should waste the body too:

I7V4W5 I should like to tattoo the Titanic on my face. And an iceberg on my ass.

S2R3H6 Every distillation costs us time, and often bottles it, before selling it back in a panic, to those of us with too much of it.

M3E5T3 Uptight. What is it that I’m doing? – creating a knot that’s as illustrative as the undoing of another.

S2R3T9 A philosophy of acting, where the action is itself a text act, becomes only a matter of seeing the world, or write.

E5T6N1 Discussing the ‘meaning’ is a naïve and nonsensical endeavour, since it assumes precisely what it aims to draw into question.

L8I9O5 Instead of Wittgenstein’s thread, let us pull the super-string tight.

F4T6U7 What is Race to me? A failure to discriminate People properly.

J3R6U2 [Absurd to think that you can win it all or lose it by a nose].

M2U7O0 What is this place to me? A synthetic account of my accidental birth.

A2S4F1 And Wales is a minor incident, for what it’s worth.

F3E5Y6 In order to take the chaos out of a current theory

B6J8O2 I would dispense with every category and wait.

M9I6P2 There is patience in overcoming the pain of virtue.

S2W4K1 Alcohol is not managing to take the strain of vice.

M2W4T7 I am leaving – like the ‘plant’, I am shedding my identity.

I6J3G4 Love will not complete me: love is my abandon, or else love is my unwilling. I have no desire to manage many little companies.

H6J3M9 Retaining your identity can only mean rejecting the other entirely. Identify and Destroy.

K2R5M1 Postmodernism tries to scare us back into morality via the medium of insanity.

K3F4G9 My own ‘dark jewel’ is a misery, the mastery of which means defecating on my infant memory.

E3V1H5 Q. Why is there something rather than nothing? A. Nothing is what you’d expect – and do not therefore deserve.

I7F3H4 Posterity is as pointless an incentive to preserve as self-interest is an extra mundane motive to observe.

B4K6X2 A later day miracle: that there are far more brains to be had than suicides. And equally unlikely far less intelligence.

H6J2T5 Arms, legs, objects, trinkets – in other words standard equipment. But what need do we have for equipment without an adequate account of the expedition?

S3E5T2 And I would dearly love to be an untimely man, an unhistorical man, but I am sadly all too of my time. Why are our most suitable, and comfortable, clothes so often hateful to us?

A7J2Q9 I must submit to the fatality of finding form in these fragments, force my philosophy to feel, instead of to simply fathom itself, in trouble.

I0P7N2 Plato’s gods conceal themselves alright: with my head in the clouds my eyes are always full of moisture. If I ever found the gods, would they also wear a vain appearance of weeping?

B6Y8I1 Standing on the shoulders of self-replicating giants, the support gets less reliable, and the prospective fall more potentially fatal, and terrifying.

M8B6V5 To reveal the will in its most complex expression, it is necessary to dramatise the soul.

B4V9I1 My work is no biography but consists of mini portraits of minor affectations of the will.

N7M8Y4 A monologue is on-message has linearity about it. But an inner dialogue is closer to conflict, and requires still a third and further I to kill.

D5R3E2 The fashion of the day is to all everything a discourse. Even for poetry that is poor, but for a philosophy, the poverty is still worse for the prejudice.

A2H6U5 Yes I worry about having a breakdown – I’ve witnessed the AA at work.

G5H7L9 This will be my version: of the World as a Will and a Wrecked Dissertation.

X2S5L9 I want to raise the lightning rod of philosophical catastrophe.

S4S4H8 I piss powerfully against the pearly porcelain: that’s the only will-to-power that enters any real experience of mine.

M3T9M8 Love is the wedge dividing my split personalities. Ours is a sectioned love.

S2S5H1 Losing everything’s what comes of devotion to nothing; and sympathy with nobody from an empathy with all.

R4Y7U2 We will stumble on spectacularly, until the irremediable fall.

M3R5T1 Prey, this is a rehearsal, for something much more dangerous to come.

M2W4G8 From a future Hades I will banish my every memory of Elysium.

E4R3T7 My caution has already cost me your best affection.

M3E4T1 And the collapse of Rome makes an invitation to Attila.

K3Y6J7 I’m so detached as not to feel the calamity, breaking in two above my bed.

A3D5G3 For certain, I am leaving the land that has left me for dead.

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