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Meditations on Ukraine

Monday, September 17th, 2012

As a Ukrainian friend once said of Western postmodernity: it is “a way to convert everything into banality.” Everything about the values and schizophrenic fragmented subjectivity of video games, internet personas and synthetic sub-cultures is completely asinine and destined for collapse. As someone who responds the pull of the archaic, I feel completely alienated in the West, totally at odds with the prevailing society of madness, almost as an agent behind enemy lines. Perhaps this is literally true, and I have declared war on the postmodern world.

One can, if sensitive to such things, detect a loathing in the West of today for aesthetics. Any standards of beauty or decency -whether this be in the arts or garments- are trashed and ironic blends of utterly ridiculous and incongruous styles are mashed together. Such a contrast to my friends of the Ukrainian Traditionalist Club who are sartorial archeofuturists, often combining a sharp suit with an ancient vyshyvanka. …read more

Chandalas Without Borders

Monday, June 25th, 2012

Behold the sub-man! The uncouth mobs of the international chandala uprising against beauty and refinement. They have not will, nor rationality, or a sense of the romantic, only an inarticulate urge to wreck, a baneful impulse towards destruction of all true cultural forms.

“Destroy two-thousand years of culture” was the distorted, hateful scream of the sub-man Alec Empire at the height of his days as chief din-maker for the recently reformed juvenile noise producers “Atari Teenage Riot”. His psychotic band mate, Carl Crack, died alone in his no-doubt abominable apartment, with a stomach full of alcohol and drugs. A fitting end for a chandala without past or future, without heritage or destiny. Carl’s stage surname was after after the crystalline form of cocaine, the narcotic of choice among the most wretched of dying metropolis squatters. …read more