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Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Sun Jan 27, 2019 8:59 pm

Bounderied into places
by Curve, into the shells buried
Contained, but nearing
The place where through the time's
annals, too many to count
Dracul,
Vision of whom fortified doubly
by Helix,
doubly so,
to arise the serpent.

It is happening the lust
For blood
The gain of strength
and power ,

Feasting on souls,
reversals do
Jinx the effort
Of stimulating the simulatio. of it's self negating it's power to consume it,
Itself bereft on islands
Of lonely abjegation,
Without breakage of the solemn oath,
to withstand the attack, by reversal, without losing it's I by revenge,

Such is the slow drip of vintage leak of a scintilla of time,
To ensure a recreation
Of the eternal wish to love
and bind. So that even
Faust be freed
from the engaged lover
of liver eaten into
Perpetua to a rock be chained
For sin of bringing
the light to the fire of luminance.

This be so that the count can again be freed from the duplex of harbored
bleed of everlasting dampness ,
the fire within to forfeit the tears, that
falsity , to extinguish, fears for tears,
that drama and effect mask in order for the antichrist already
begotten,
but not made in the
Image of The Father.

In accordance with the scriptures,
may the vampire soul return to
a previous
State, eaten but not forgotten in the conjunction,
for good but tentatively, oh so tenderly,
for a new revival, through the eternity of the halls of vast forgiven images.
But not forgotten.

Whirring in tendom with the myriad of philosophers stones.
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Re: Vampire

Postby MagsJ » Mon Jan 28, 2019 1:45 am

Does detesting sunlight and preferring to rise at dawn, a vampire make?

Nah.. it's just my cf.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Mon Jan 28, 2019 4:14 am

Au contraire, me lady, the opposite be true, to rise at dusk and rest at dawn so be his hearte be ever knawn , as the cruel found rays break the frown , of brows exposing wisdom's crown, the ages on its fore head thrown , pray to ,forge its massive throne of gathered moss on the lawn
for just this one day's corpse's a faun.

For hidden from light of day he much feare , and doth yet desire,

then may , turn leary dungeons, nay, to day , as ages' olde may, to nights of fire.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Wed Jan 30, 2019 3:41 am

As Shakespeare would have had it :



Au contraire, me mistress, the opposite beest true, to rise at dusk and rest at dawn so beest his hearte beest ever knawn, as the cruel did find rays breaketh the frown, of brows exposing wisdom's coronet, the ages on its fore headeth thrown, pray to, forge its massive throne of gathered moss on the lawn for just this one day's carrion man's a faun. For enshielf from light of day he much feare, and doth yet desire, then may, turn leary dungeons, nay, to day, as ages' olde may, to nights of fire.

Close enough me thinks
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Wed Jan 30, 2019 8:14 am

And the first verse:


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Bounderied into places by curve, into the shells did inurn did enwheel, but nearing the lodging whither through the time's annals, too many to count dracul, vision of whom fortified doubly by helix, doubly so, to arise the serpent. 't is happening the lust for blood the gain of strength and power, feasting on souls, reversals doth jinx the effort of stimulating the simulatio. Of 't's self negating 't's power to englut 't, itself did bereave on islands of lonely abjegation, without breakage of the solemn holidam, to withstand the attack, by reversal, without losing 't's i by revenge, such is the slow drip of vintage leak of a scintilla of time, to ensure a recreation of the eternal wish to love and bind. So yond coequal faust beest did free from the engaged lover of liver eaten into perpetua to a rock beest chained for sin of bringing the light to the fire of luminance. This beest so yond the count can again beest did free from the duplex of harbored bleed of dateless dampness, the fire within to forfeit the gouts of sorrow, yond falsity, to extinguish, fears for gouts of sorrow, yond drama and effect mask in charge for the antichrist already begotten, but not did maketh in the image of the father. In accordance with the scriptures, may the vampire soul returneth to a previous state, eaten but not forgotten in the conjunction, for valorous but tentatively, oh so tenderly, for a new revival, through the eternity of the halls of vast forgiven images. But not forgotten. Whirring in tendom with the myriad of philosophers stones.

Bounderied into places
by Curve, into the shells buried
Contained, but nearing
The place where through the time's
annals, too many to count
Dracul,
Vision of whom fortified doubly
by Helix,
doubly so,
to arise the serpent.

It is happening the lust
For blood
The gain of strength
and power ,

Feasting on souls,
reversals do
Jinx the effort
Of stimulating the simulatio. of it's self negating it's power to consume it,
Itself bereft on islands
Of lonely abjegation,
Without breakage of the solemn oath,
to withstand the attack, by reversal, without losing it's I by revenge,

Such is the slow drip of vintage leak of a scintilla of time,
To ensure a recreation
Of the eternal wish to love
and bind. So that even
Faust be freed
from the engaged lover
of liver eaten into
Perpetua to a rock be chained
For sin of bringing
the light to the fire of luminance.

This be so that the count can again be freed from the duplex of harbored
bleed of everlasting dampness ,
the fire within to forfeit the tears, that
falsity , to extinguish, fears for tears,
that drama and effect mask in order for the antichrist already
begotten,
but not made in the
Image of The Father.

In accordance with the scriptures,
may the vampire soul return to
a previous
State, eaten but not forgotten in the conjunction,
for good but tentatively, oh so tenderly,
for a new revival, through the eternity of the halls of vast forgiven images.
But not forgotten.

Whirring in tendom with the myriad of philosophers stones.


-- -- -- --


You that, like a dagger’s thrust,
Have entered my complaining heart,
You that, stronger than a host
Of demons, came, wild yet prepared;

Within my mind’s humility
You made your bed and your domain;
- Infamous one who’s bound to me
Like any felon by his chain,

Like a gambler by his games,
Like the bottle and the sot,
Like the worms in one’s remains,
- Damm you! Damnation be your lot!

I’ve begged the merciful, swift sword
To overcome my liberty -
To poison I have said the word:
Save me from poltroonery.

Alas the sword! Alas the poison!
Contemptuous, they spoke to m:
"You never can deserve remission
Of your accursed slavery,

"Imbecile! - If our deadly empire
Freed you from your present fate,
Your kiss would soon resuscitate
The cold cadaver of your vampire!"

by Charles Baudelaire





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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Fri Feb 01, 2019 9:58 am

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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Fri Feb 08, 2019 7:44 pm

Meditation 1 .

Disembodied poetics, other day had to prove eternal return, and he thought return eternally.

How feeling as of out of body experience as somewhat akin to depersinalisation akin, intentionally to recreate it , risking the survival of the personality as perceived. As before is after , a conscious choice to tie in with what lies beneath and outside.

But that state introduce a paradox of choosing it, then samsara will continue.

Once the rejection of all that into its nirvana, based on meritorious realization , it being determined without doubt, this state lead au-natural, all fear dissipates.

If, no certainty of that, needing still,
a mirror to self to behold, then it's not yet time. Once the fear is gone, certainty will be contemporanious.

Keep this equivalence between body and soul together , by reconnecting opposites.

The price?

The darkest side of the moon, the black sun can not reach, and the faith to pull out and pull through.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Sat Feb 23, 2019 6:04 am

Used to by hi, used to be low, used to know, and used to go,
but now I am slow,
and row row row and row
Where others don't throw
rocks at their show, cause they probably pro,

Or, somthin' no,
figure this toe
figure that Moe,
My best friend
only one, befo
felled by the curse where hermetics
grow, now he ain't so loud, ain't so proud,
Cause know, that some still, in birth,
as in life, as though,

stress of magnetic e-go
Can not ever really let
Go,
Who cares to grow,
As long as it flow!

Cause danger Bro,
and ma bee, have some tee
to po and bo and no, so he will
blow and lie low.oh,
No no no.

This if ever ure safe space, deserts and return again in guise as spirits in a spurned world, angels slowly drip off the delicate green veins of daisies.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Tue Feb 26, 2019 10:07 pm

Meno_ wrote:Used to by hi, used to be low, used to know, and used to go,
but now I am slow,
and row row row and row
Where others don't throw
rocks at their show, cause they probably pro,

Or, somthin' no,
figure this toe
figure that Moe,
My best friend
only one, befo
felled by the curse where hermetics
grow, now he ain't so loud, ain't so proud,
Cause know, that some still, in birth,
as in life, as though,

stress of magnetic e-go
Can not ever really let
Go,
Who cares to grow,
As long as it flow!

Cause danger Bro,
and ma bee, have some tee
to po and bo and no, so he will
blow and lie low.oh,
No no no.

This if ever ure safe space, deserts and return again in guise as spirits in a spurned world, angels slowly drip off the delicate green veins of daisies.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Tue Feb 26, 2019 10:18 pm

Meno_ wrote:Used to by hi, used to be low, used to know, and used to go,
but now I am slow,
and row row row and row
Where others don't throw
rocks at their show, cause they probably pro,

Or, somthin' no,
figure this toe
figure that Moe,
My best friend
only one, befo
felled by the curse where hermetics
grow, now he ain't so loud, ain't so proud,
Cause know, that some still, in birth,
as in life, as though,

stress of magnetic e-go
Can not ever really let
Go,
Who cares to grow,
As long as it flow!

Cause danger Bro,
and ma bee, have some tee
to po and bo and no, so he will
blow and lie low.oh,
No no no.

This if ever ure safe space, deserts and return again in guise as spirits in a spurned world, angels slowly drip off the delicate green veins of daisies.[/qu
quote=[/"vampire"]Text of quote here
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Tue Feb 26, 2019 10:28 pm

[quote="Meno_"][quote="Meno_"]Used to by hi, used to be low, used to know, and used to go,
but now I am slow,
and row row row and row
Where others don't throw
rocks at their show, cause they probably pro,

Or, somthin' no,
figure this toe
figure that Moe,
My best friend
only one, befo
felled by the curse where hermetics
grow, now he ain't so loud, ain't so proud,
Cause know, that some still, in birth,
as in life, as though,

stress of magnetic e-go
Can not ever really let
Go,
Who cares to grow,
As long as it flow!

Cause danger Bro,
and ma bee, have some tee
to po and bo and no, so he will
blow and lie low.oh,
No no no.

This if ever ure safe space, deserts and return again in guise as spirits in a spurned world, angels slowly drip off the delicate green veins of daisies.[/qu
quote



abandoned in the formless, gorgeless fathomless possible,
In the non in fin ite, that is now, where?
never perceived or happens as perceived in an aura of illusion, pregnant with eternal primacy,
continuing the quest onto that place and time where
Yearn, to return , to reassemble it on some likeness, brothers fathers lost ,
for good is fair and just kind,
Or, forget aeternum as if gently dropped the feather in spring delirium.
sprung out of seance. Said the wise one , "anyone can be every one as every one can be some one."
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Mon Mar 11, 2019 5:10 pm

Out in the panopticone evolved,
Now is the winter,
Where focus become light's discontent ;defraction,
With the bentham's masochism toward the base,
The try angle's tip, as its base character. , on who h they dance in glee,

Trust in the descent, even as inside looking out of narrowing walls, at last, nothing can tip there, the strength from an act through
and through, through now,
The opened point of controlled abandon.
Its not that it should work, but that it must not fail.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Mon Mar 11, 2019 5:49 pm

Meno_ wrote:Out in the panopticone evolved,
Now is the winter,
Where focus become light's discontent ;defraction,
With bentham masochism toward the base,
The try angle's tip, as its sources character. , on witch they dance in glee, but so tremendous a sorrow,
To turn into.

Trust in the descent, even as inside looking out of narrowing walls, at last, nothing can tip there, the strength from an act through
and through, through now,
The opened point of controlled abandon.
Its not that it should work, but that it must not fail.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Fri Mar 22, 2019 5:39 pm

Meno_ wrote:
Meno_ wrote:Out in the panopticone evolved,
Now is the winter,
Where focus become light's discontent ;defraction,
With bentham masochism toward the base,
The try angle's tip, as its sources character. , on witch they dance in glee, but so tremendous a sorrow,
To turn into.

Trust in the descent, even as inside looking out of narrowing walls, at last, nothing can tip there, the strength from an act through
and through, through now,
The opened point of controlled abandon.
Its not that it should work, but that it must not fail.



Spatial compression effects time's velocity as in so much of those constrained, where so much can be determined , where pain and pleasure blending inordinately, undistinguished, yet causing a strange glow, oh know, now, such typicality is destinies' choice, of which those who may remain invisible the painful choice to exit borders remains closed.

Hermetic message.



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The Vampire Lestat (The Vampire Chronicles, #2)
by Anne Rice

None of us really changes over time. We only become more fully what we are.



The prince is never going to come. Everyone knows that; and maybe sleeping beauty's dead.


I never lie," I said offhand. "At least not to those I don't love.



Very few beings really seek knowledge in this world. Mortal or immortal, few really ask. On the contrary, they try to wring from the unknown the answers they have already shaped in their own minds -- justifications, confirmations, forms of consolation without which they can't go on. To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner.

And my dark soul is happy again, because it does not know how to be anything else for very long, and
because the pain is a deep dark sea in which I would drown if I did not sail my little craft steadily over the
surface, steadily towards a sun which will never rise.


Anne Rice, The Vampire Lestat (The Vampire





We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.


In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Sun Mar 24, 2019 2:35 pm

NOVEMBER 9, 2012
The Zombie Vampire Industrial Complex
by ELLIOT SPERBER
As Obama celebrates his reelection, and his supporters find themselves in the odd position of planning how to fight the man they helped reelect in the first place, it is worth reflecting on the fact that Obama was able to prevail in the presidential election by receiving a preponderant number of ballots – and that these ballots (a term derived from the word ‘balls’) in many respects represents the surrender of his supporters’ symbolic balls – not only their symbolic heads, and minds, but also their actual autonomy to the ruler whose power they simultaneously support and decry.

What is interesting, as well as relevant, is that this dynamic of surrendering autonomy shares a substantial resemblance with features of the fictitious, yet symbolically loaded, figure of the zombie and its relationship to political power. Appearing in countless books, movies, tv shows, video games, and advertisements, the zombie has arguably attained the high level of popularity it has in recent years on account of the fact that, as a society, we relate to these undead creatures in more ways than we might initially suspect.

Indeed, who doesn’t from time to time, when commuting to and from work each day, for example, feel like one of a veritable army of zombies? Or, deprived of energy or power at the end of a day of work, who doesn’t find themselves shuffling about like a member of the “living dead”? Among other things, just looking about at the crowds surrounding them, who doesn’t ever think of altering the famous words of the late June Jordan and reflect – only half-facetiously – that, in certain respects, “we are the zombies we’ve been waiting for”?

Yet, if the powerless, half-dead zombie may be said to represent one end of the spectrum of political power, the other extreme is arguably occupied by another popular, undead figure. In contrast to the speechless, decaying slob of the zombie, at the other end of this spectrum of power one may not be too surprised to discover the stylish, aristocratic, and generally articulate, vampire.

While living people occupy the midsection between these two undead extremes – and are under attack at each end by these vampires and zombies – in one sense the zombie may be seen to be the product of vampires. For, among other things, zombies are generally produced by a parasite or some other life-depriving agent; and this is just what the figure of the vampire represents.

Whereas the zombie is a relatively powerless walking corpse, it should be remarked that their lost power does not necessarily merely evaporate. Rather, it may be seen to concentrate in the agent or parasite that so deprived it in the first place – i.e., in the vampire. In this respect, then, we can view the figure of the vampire as – to some degree – symbolic of the owners of the world, and the zombies as their exploited underclass. For just as Marx opined concerning capitalism, it is “vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor and lives the more the more labor it sucks.” Zombies, as the nonthinking result of this deprivation by the owners of capital, are for their part the living dead whose life force has been sucked out.

However, as physically (and metaphysically) powerful as the vampire is, with its capacity to fly, and its ability to defy age, among other powers, the vampire is at the same time in certain respects profoundly weak. For like any parasite who dominates its host, yet is at the same time utterly dependent on it, the vampire’s power is restricted by this dependency. And the host, strangely, who is depended upon – who in fact is the source of the parasite’s power – is the one who is in turn dominated.

To some degree this parasitic relationship of powerless dominator and powerful dominated is formulated by the German idealist philosopher G.W.F. Hegel. As he elaborates it in his Master-Slave Dialectic, in the Self-Consciousness section of his Phenomenology of Spirit, the host or slave can ultimately come to live without the master, but through their exploitative relationship the master becomes unable to live without the slave.

Dominated by the master and forced to work, the slave, according to Hegel, winds up becoming creative, and consequently attains self-consciousness. The master, meanwhile, becomes ever more dependent on the slaves’ output. Yet, as a result of the slaves’ emerging self-consciousness, the slave comes to demand independence from the master, and the dialectic continues from there.

So, in spite of its similarities, the so-called Master-Slave dialectic is distinct from the dynamic between the vampire and zombie. For, whereas the master’s slave ultimately achieves self-consciousness, and freedom through his or her creative labor, insofar as the vampire deprives people of their blood and energy through mindless work, the vampires (unlike the Master) succeed in creating zombies who, instead of attaining self-consciousness, become a member of the living-dead without seeming to notice or mind much at all.

Insofar as it contributes to an understanding of the speculative relationship under consideration between vampires and zombies, Friedrich Nietzsche’s master and slave morality schema – as elaborated in his Genealogy of Morals – deserves consideration alongside Hegel’s theory. However, like Hegel’s theory, Nietzsche’s also ultimately fails to capture the complex dynamic at play.
To be sure, although the vampire possesses a type of nobility (in the aristocratic sense of a nobleman, or noblewoman) and may be said in this respect to embody the morality, or ethos, of the master in Nietzsche’s Genealogy, the other aspect, that of slave morality, does not in the end arise.

Among other things, because the zombie is not especially vindictive or resentful, the zombie may be said to lack not just a slave morality, but any morality or ethos altogether. Unlike Nietzsche’s slave, who schemes to destroy the master, zombies don’t want to bring the vampire down at all. They are more than happy to simply eat vast quantities of brains and watch American Idol. In spite of this, however, one can attribute a type of cowardice and resentment (which Nietzsche argues characterizes slave morality) to the zombie. This sentiment (or, rather, resentiment), is not directed toward the vampire, however. Rather, it is directed at those who critique the vampire. Zombies seem to truly hate such tiring exercises in critical thought.

Among other characteristics of slave morality, Nietzsche argues that the slave possesses a desire for equality. The contemporary zombie, however, to the degree that s/he considers this notion at all, tends to think of equality in only the most superficial, regressively egalitarian ways. The championing of the elimination of public sector employee benefits, based on the rationale that all are not fairly suffering the effects of an austerity economy – all the while neglecting to consider the excesses enjoyed by the rich (vampires) who created the wretched conditions in the first place – provides just one example of such invertedly resentful zombie “thought.”

However, while Nietzsche’s theory may not fit the relationship between vampires and zombies very tightly, certain similarities are still worth considering. For instance, like Nietzsche’s master, the vampire may be said to be – in Nietzsche’s words – “value-creating.” This is the case insofar as the vampire creates social norms. However, this value can also be viewed as the “value” that the businessperson creates in degrading the living world to an assortment of lifeless commodities. This “value” of the master, or vampire, and its attendant norms, which Nietzsche’s slave emphatically rejects, are, however, uncritically embraced by the zombie.

Moreover, rather than resenting the vampire, the contemporary zombie often aspires to become just like one of them – just as the well-known Joe the Zombie Plumber aspired to become a vampire, a la some Bloomberg. Indeed, unlike the slave, the zombie does not villainize its oppressor at all. Like those afflicted with Stockholm Syndrome, who come to care for their tormentors, or the host possessed and deformed by a parasite, the zombie more or less willfully sacrifices itself to the vampire.

Though Nietzsche is often presumed to support a version of a master morality, a careful reading of his works leads to the conclusion that Nietzsche in the end rejects slave morality as well as master morality. This position finds considerable support in Nietzsche’s consistent, tireless argument for not master morality at all, but for “a revaluation of all values.”

Relatedly, the term Value derives from the Latin Valere, which means wellness and health. Considering this fact, it is especially noteworthy that the opposition of class interests, or values, is complemented by the phenomenon that the health of one class in today’s world is generally dependent on the diminution of the health of the class they exploit. That is, just as the vampire extracts one form of value (health) from its host, it is significant that it then replaces this with its own (ideological) values. And because the zombie seems to accept the values of the vampire, rather than Hegel’s Master-Slave dialectic or Nietzsche’s master slave morality, the Italian philosopher Antonio Gramsci’s notion of hegemony may at this point help to elucidate the relationship between the vampire and the zombie.

According to Gramsci, cultural hegemony occurs when one social class successfully imposes their values on another social class – justifying the status quo’s contingent constitutions and institutions and distributions of power and resources as inevitable, natural, and just – in spite of the fact that such values are not only contingent, but operate to the detriment of the oppressed classes.Trained in the masters’ schools, raised on the tv shows the masters create, which reflect their cultural norms, reading the newspapers the masters run, and generally swallowing the predominant ethos, culture, and tastes of the ruling classes, it should come as little surprise that the zombified host (who, as living dead, lost his political resistance along with his pathogenic resistances) should come to esteem the enterprising vampires.
(That these parasites should be portrayed as sexy aristocrats, ought to yield little surprise either. Meanwhile, unlike the sexy, aristocratic vampire, the proletarian zombies – sapped of all elan vital – are rarely portrayed as anything aside from the thoroughly repulsive creatures they have been deformed into. Indeed, no one ever wants to touch, let alone sleep with any of these shuffling, rotting corpses.)

But the correspondence between vampires, parasites, and hegemony does not stop there. Insofar as the dominant classes’ values tend to produce behavior among the dominated that is to their detriment, there is an interesting – albeit highly problematic – parity between cultural hegemony and the biological, deterministic dynamic inherent in parasitism.

That parasites change their hosts behavior to the detriment of the host, and to the benefit of the parasite, is a well-established neurobiological fact. In the article How Your Cat Is Making You Crazy, which appeared in the February 2012 issue of the Atlantic Monthly, a number of examples of this phenomenon are examined. Among others, the evolutionary biologist Richard Dawkins is quoted discussing a parasitical flatworm that turns its host – an ant – into its slave. Although uninfected members of this particular ant species normally hide underground at the approach of sheep, when infected with the parasitical flatworm the ants exhibit apparently self-destructive behavior. Exposing themselves to the sheep by climbing to the tips of blades of grass, they attach themselves there and are consequently eaten by the sheep. While this behavior may be regarded as harmful for the ant, it is vital for the parasitical flatworm. Swallowed by the sheep, the parasite is thereby able to reproduce and thrive in the sheep’s digestive system.
Beyond these examples, parasites and viruses have been shown to alter human behavior as well. As cited in the same article, behavioral biologists and biomedical anthropologists at Colorado State University, and SUNY Binghamton, have discovered social behavior in humans that is influenced by pathogens. When infected with the flu, for instance, and the virus is at its most contagious, otherwise unsociable people have been observed to experience highly increased desires to socialize with others, going so far as to throw parties when they otherwise only rarely hosted such activities. It goes without saying that this type of behavior is not beneficial for the host, who needs rest to recover from his or her illness. However, it is quite advantageous for the parasite to be exposed to new hosts in which to spread. Additionally, people infected with herpes, syphilis, and AIDS have all been found to express an enhanced desire for sex when their respective virus is most contagious.

While there is no evidence to support a correlation, it is intriguing to reflect on the similarities that exist between these biological, parasitical relationships, and the antagonistic relationships that exist between social classes which result in a dominated class exhibiting apparently self-destructive behavior vis-a-vis their exploiters. To be sure, there may even be a biological homology between parasitism and cultural hegemony.

However, though one may be tempted to find a cause for the zombification of people within biological processes, we must nevertheless resist the temptation to attribute contemporary zombie-ism to such environmental, genetic or strictly neurological factors. For as much as biological and subconscious determinants may be at play in the reproduction of ideologies, we must not overlook the fact that for the most part the things which influence our thoughts are, overwhelmingly, things we can control – and things which we are, therefore, responsible for. That is, the things that most influence us are not so much microscopic organisms, but those things which are – more than merely learned – intentionally taught (not least of which are floods of advertisements, ideology, and propaganda). Surrounding and immersing us in so-called consumer culture, this dogma is all around us. And, among other things, it is this dogmatism – and its corresponding lack of skepticism – that ensures that zombie and vampire “thought” is not able to rise much beyond the level of distraction and reflex – i.e., it hardly attains the level of thought at all.

Furthermore, it is vital to stress that everyone has a tendency, at least from time to time, to become a zombie, or a vampire (or, for those for whom being a zombie or a vampire is their primary mode, to from time to time become “human” – that is, to become not undead, but alive). In other words, though we have been distinguishing between the undead monsters and living humans, the zombies and vampires under consideration are still, after all, human beings. And not only is it a constitutive part of being human to at times become a monster, with even the most sensitive among us possessing the potential to at any moment carelessly slip into some monstrous extreme, humans may in fact be the only actual monsters anywhere.

Being sentient, however, and not being some member of the living dead, arguably means being able to catch and preclude this proclivity – just as it also means becoming cognizant of one’s ability to disrupt the causal, inertial chain of everyday life and determine our own fate. In spite of this, however, our power and ability to determine ourselves is itself severely limited by the present political-economic system, which concentrates and attenuates power to monstrous degrees, deforming people into zombies and vampires.

In other words, irrespective of one’s social role, no one is in essence a monster. However, the monstrous forms of work, among the other relations which possess us, deform us, and destroy our dignity and our health – not to mention the health of the world – is the vampire which reproduces vampires and zombies alike.

While we cannot at present explore all of the implications raised by the attempt to distinguish the vampire and the zombie from the human (such as responsibility, dignity, and many others), we can at least provisionally remark that the vampire and the zombie may be said to represent the extreme concentration, as well as the extreme lack, of social, economic, and political power. Considerations of the zombie and the vampire must lead us, therefore, to recognize the monstrous injustice that inheres in a system whose necessarily inequitable distributions of social, economic, and political power concentrates in one monstrous extreme what it deprives in the other.

That is, the problem of zombies and vampires is ultimately a problem of justice. And like the term value, which is related to health, it bears mentioning that justice – insofar as it is intrinsically related to balance – is also intimately related to the concept of health. Indeed, in many respects the concrete conditions of justice are even articulable as concrete conditions of health. Moreover, like the balance of health, which is not the balance of mere cancellation, justice requires the balance of distribution.

The corrective to the extremes of power that result in vampires and zombies is not, then, humanity (which, since we’re all human, is effectively a meaningless term) but the elimination of both of the extremes of the dead, through the equitable distribution of the world of the living. This parasitic relationship of zombies and vampires has its corrective, then, not in the destruction of the parasite or the elimination of the host but, rather, in the replacement of the capitalist system (along with the other relations of domination) with not parasitic relations, but with a symbiotic social arrangement in which all may benefit – and justice, which is always possible, can be made actual.

Elliot Sperber is a writer, attorney, and contributor to hygiecracy.blogspot.com. He lives in New York City, and can be reached at elliot.sperber@gmail.com.












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The Lost Highway of Dr.Moebius .

The explosion was delayed , and others a panic in consequential realization of an absolute frenzy with finality, of which set, could have driven some such as he balmy?

The crucipixel signed and unsealed commitment?

What of it? So much sub conscious stuffing and yet the fore knowledge of what may lie ahead if released at all, security breach and all, impressed nominally, with excruciating pain of jouissance, inseparably abstracted from both mind and body.

Will it help some body or mind ? (You).

Nah!


Should have but nearly in conceivable, says whippersnapper, as he goes on with the art, and they start to talk about respect, and this them a stretched to the very limit of vampirism, clashing against a strange as well craft,

and why write about it or could it be written , at all, for all the margins pulled inward, by the force of implosion, to the point of teleporting limit, where the whippersnapper's strength lconsisting of smoke and mirrors.

That is the real strength of vs.irism, to resist it's opposite, where the good masquerade as its embryonic derivitive in a well trodden underworld, where forgiveness for the Dark one is a cry for total absolution.

For this, the wretch is unwilling to descend for fear of the dark, only light superficiality and its familial confounding labyrinth being his forte ,
relishing confusion and mired in impunity.

The simpletons later, can be taken care of the same. familial currency, the provocative and belligerent cold heart of the opportunistic.

But taking unending covers for discovery, he and his ilk, will go to extremes of appearance against whose goodness the bad .just struggle, forming ugly images toward what he will..........&
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Meno_ wrote:The Lost Highway of Dr.Moebius .

The explosion was delayed , and others a panic in consequential realization of an absolute frenzy with finality, of which set, could have driven some such as he balmy?

The crucipixel signed and unsealed commitment?

What of it? So much sub conscious stuffing and yet the fore knowledge of what may lie ahead if released at all, security breach and all, impressed nominally, with excruciating pain of jouissance, inseparably abstracted from both mind and body.

Will it help some body or mind ? (You).

Nah!


Should have but nearly in conceivable, says whippersnapper, as he goes on with the art, and they start to talk about respect, and this them a stretched to the very limit of vampirism, clashing against a strange as well craft,

and why write about it or could it be written , at all, for all the margins pulled inward, by the force of implosion, to the point of teleporting limit, where the whippersnapper's strength lconsisting of smoke and mirrors.

That is the real strength of vs.irism, to resist it's opposite, where the good masquerade as its embryonic derivitive in a well trodden underworld, where forgiveness for the Dark one is a cry for total absolution.

For this, the wretch is unwilling to descend for fear of the dark, only light superficiality and its familial confounding labyrinth being his forte ,
relishing confusion and mired in impunity.

The simpletons later, can be taken care of the same. familial currency, the provocative and belligerent cold heart of the opportunistic.

But taking unending covers for discovery, he and his ilk, will go to extremes of appearance against whose goodness the bad .just struggle, forming ugly images toward what he will..........&




Logistics of blood letting

The isms of ontology and phenomenology have stopped the gentle flow of history.

The have developed through metamorphosis and transformation and transfiguratio the central role if intelligence.

Hobbs and Rousseau were compromised by human error.
The coming of the Superman long sensed, into. Kentianism which defied these logistics.

That this central need to form conduits through which control rose Phoenix like through multiple blood lettings, is a history bifurcated and even when data became a useful apparatus to dissect the rising , even then phenomenal figures arose mythically loaded with apparitions of the grand will, reasserting the required dominance, for all wanted it, those who feared the chaos as well and naustalogically pines for the glory of imperium.

The most basic fear was the effect of any capital vampiric feed on alienation through the very fear of vampiristic dissolution of the ego, fleeing the day for the night.

The night raised the willful force of enlightenment, the ego drat, of the victims of flight into the heart of the desert of abandoned reliance on liberty, a famished freedom , regressed into its primal elements of objective force.

The logistics appeared at a critical time, when the dissolution broke through the terror of the night as a protective shield of dliverence into
Satori , where the dark night of the soul and alienation merge in a microsecond's scintilla.
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Arriving forth the mythical tree,
Of Life, some Super Intelligence,
In non suspect company, says:

Those who live life
Will loose it, but who hate their life,
Will inherit the eternal Kingdom.

Nowedays the called it the pleasure principle, and suspending that will
Imitate the one,
Who may be called upon to figure
Khrishnamurti who did not believe in re-incarnation of that pleasure,
But alienation through this maze of
Stings,
As a necessary yolk,
Not a rerunning of reaffirmation, through reintegration of priority with helpless communion.

If this be a pleasure, it is merely the tree, whereby all representation are pulled impulsively and implosively
through a scent or, a vision of simultaneous minimal and maximal past and future, thrown into a new world, a new slate, through a slit of photons.

And this my dear AI, for you not to get blown away by, bi bi miss American Pie.

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The trees are watching us:
everywhere,
all the time.

They hover and bend above us
like a stern jury
or loving parents.
Either way
we will be judged.

They hold above us
not only leaf and limb,
but the wisdom that comes with time
and silence
in the face of a busy and noisy world.

Still, the trees are speaking
through silence
or the rustle of leaves in the wind
or the brittle resonance
of thin limbs
against the crisp blue
of a cloudless autumn day.

And when we talk,
the trees are always listening,
silently:
always waiting(
forever waiting
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Nice one!
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Thanks, Wandering.
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Still, the trees are speaking
through silence
or the rustle of leaves in the wind
or the brittle resonance
of thin limbs
against the crisp blue
of a cloudless autumn day.

The expansiveness of the sky and the sharp finite sounds of the tree make a contrast which strangely speaks of the same joyous wisdom. The noises of the tree are merely imposed by the wind, the tree itself remains silent, like the silent cloudless blue sky that lies motionless above him.
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Still, the trees are speaking
through silence
or the rustle of leaves in the wind
or the brittle resonance
of thin limbs
against the crisp blue
of a cloudless autumn day.

The expansiveness of the sky and the sharp finite sounds of the tree make a contrast which strangely speaks of the same joyous wisdom. The noises of the tree are merely imposed by the wind, the tree itself remains silent, like the silent cloudless blue sky that lies motionless above him.


You clearly feel it, rack.
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the trees are always listening,
silently:
always waiting(
forever waiting
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I love trees.
What is the message which they are attempting to send out to us?
That we must be silently waiting in order to learn from them?
If we can quiet our minds into silence, the trees within us will speak.

I have also received that impression from them and also from mountains...many things actually...including the stars, oceans, ad continuum.
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The sap of trees is the ointment of life. All can be healed using the sap of trees.

Very nice poem by the way.

The Mayans appeared to have believed that trees stand in direct contact with the Galactic Center. How they would know this is quite as unfathomable as how they would know of the existence of the Galactic center, and by implication, of the Galaxy.
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The sap of trees is the ointment of life. All can be healed using the sap of trees.

Very nice poem by the way.

The Mayans appeared to have believed that trees stand in direct contact with the Galactic Center. How they would know this is quite as unfathomable as how they would know of the existence of the Galactic center, and by implication, of the Galaxy.


I wasn't aware of the *sap* of trees but I do love to hug them.
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Its amazing that people don't know this. Trees also have blood. They aren't all wood inside. The wood and leaves are actually a product of the sap, which flow from the roots upward. You can often see the sap on the outside of pine trees.
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Fixed Cross wrote
Its amazing that people don't know this. Trees also have blood. They aren't all wood inside. The wood and leaves are actually a product of the sap, which flow from the roots upward. You can often see the sap on the outside of pine trees.


I think that perhaps I did not have enough coffee when I wrote that. #-o Of course, trees have sap...that's where maple syrup comes from. Yummy. I have seen the sap on trees in my walks.

Blood...

Well, you are speaking of chlorophyll - hadn't considered that.

CS: It’s red, ok well plants wouldn’t have this red blood but they do have green, which would be the chlorophyll in their leaves, and if you look at the structure of a chlorophyll molecule it’s really similar to a hemoglobin molecule which makes our blood red. The main difference would be there’s a metal atom in the middle of each of those molecules, and in the case of plant chlorophyll it’s magnesium, which gives it a green color, and in our case it’s iron and that gives us a red color

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The politics of alienation~bloodlust

Reveling in vampirism, the vampire as lost souls wondering along lost cities of the forgotten, preying on severed alchemists, heuristically forgotten .

What own that which forms in the innocent , childlike where the chasm of separation so quickly forms a lasting memory?

That some times , that can be compromised , strangely twisted , as he hoped that he can turn it around to benefit the child?

(Off stage strategically moans , that its pull is not to be compromised, and if it is he be accused of shortcomings.)

Can he break the chain as his father had, and filling excusedly the lapses , the many lapses.

Now she gave him (the jerk) a month to shape up, even though, he acted as he loved the child so that he can sustain his living off her, so that he can fill up on the nihilism left behind by his own abusor.

His abuse leaving behind mountains of reckages,another tormented similar woman and child.

How it began. Punishment of exotic woman , child son delivered , then cut the deal off, says never met him again his own son. Then remarried and had son who did also marry an exquisite exotic. Again the same deception techniques for his own self substanance.

---Here Henry Miller last interview comes to somewhere he admits if he had to do over again he would rather become a truck driver , then write. Say this provisionally to avoid total nihilization of memory flow.

But writing is like an itch which can never be scratched.------'


So he became a criminal , like grand old dad, and their respective exotics were similar . Very much an Inverted way.

suppose he wanted to break the mold and begin a new leaf. The similarities not withstanding.

He knew better that the vampirism of his old dad perhaps measured against the greater vampire in old grandad not his but that of the wife.

Old grandad lost a son , her brother, to another blood sucker, this one a two timer , older woman who put the finishing touches on an already wrecked soul, and placed images of him on the internet of him molesting his daughter . That was a perfectly well plotted image to influence the judge in favoring her in the impending custody fight : a total fabrication

And that as a sideshow.
The Vampire had no strength before the deal. He needed it to protect his family, under assault from all sides.

The brother's soul was buggered by not only his wife, but by the very catholic institution where he was studying to be a priest.

He cried at night before the assaults began with the elders waiting in line luaring after his well sculpted belief in god.

If be any resemblance drawn between his fragility , under which the phobia did dry out some, previously blinded by the weight of unending and actual socially contracted hate, over which newer and newer optically illusive politically inducted hate lay dormant.

The Grandson as his reincarnation through connivance , pressed through book marks of marked books, into a plethora of dissociative predelictions squeezed by the ends of books..

His little soul beating and the jerk to call him, a very generous mark of his inane barbarism.

Kept her mind drugged , by the force of his enduring hate, toward the old grandad , the good vampire to fight this indescribable horrific soulless monster.

He was afraid of him and that is why
his hate was inflamed when he could squeeze in unholy vile distracting. disgusting innuendos to breach old grand dads material alliance .


As things proceed the idea was to thwart this innuendo from spreading into a poisoned political atmosphere for impacting the grandson from further infection.

That Jesus enlightened him through a vast and glamorous promise of redemption, was based in fact, but tempered to an enlightened's warning of never promoting or excercising it for pearls thrown to swine.

For that his swine heard mentality could only understand anything merely literally, presuming relations as before.

Always only to promote his self and fearing his own relationship built on the flimsiest exhibition of human decency , was insufficient. The Grandson was subject.to all this banal immaturity and a forced suggestion of naivete, is almost as incomprehensive to analyse , as it to apply.

The extreme manifestation of the immense pressures in the grand old vampire became fossilized beyond appreception of recognizing and admitting a level above and beyond district separation between a good and a bad vampire, it coalesced to a nihilized power struggle between then presumed conflict between darius and Ariel.

Ariel was old, very old, with the power of ages old attainment of spiritual hieroglyphics and self letting of vampires, while radius was a self promoted idealist of prepostorous and vengeful hater of the impending stalemate , which was at once a novelty and a source of painful and resentful abhorrence to him.

He literally saw unending daggers ready to tear his black heart into the nothingness from which he raised the equally bottom less hell into the equally inverted haven of heaven whereinso tryin vainly to obscure the cruel light .

That he would fail, there was no doubt, and but not for his equally vainglorious father his doom would certainly have been self inflected and imminent.

The stage set, witches and vampires of various strengths and powers , some magically ....and some vampirically stolen, set against dimunitive and glilorified battle mounts.

Old grand dad had the heaviest equipment for battle: , that of piercing the heart of darkness with the most awsome poison tipped arrow , that of forgiving and love.

This transgenerative heart , through regeneration flows of balls against the tide of malice, is the base of the most horrid contract imaginable with a conniving devil, who will think of nothing better then to drag with him to a hell of vengeance , where his pleasure will burn with incessant joy, as the naive ones burn and cry to 7th heaven , waiting with futility to the unanswered question.

And Old Grand Dad, Bodshivitta like turned his ear sideways, hoping he may not be instrumental in an otherwise like scenario to his grandson, if he , may be tomorrow or long after he is gone, be also dragged down., spare him, and also negate the good witch and daughter.




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A Demonology of Artificial Intelligence
How to get Past the Fear and Enjoy the Shadowy Embrace of AI
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Meno_ wrote:A Demonology of Artificial Intelligence
How to get Past the Fear and Enjoy the Shadowy Embrace of AI







Digital Vampires: Can Artificial Intelligence Save Us?

Living in the heart of darkness (Silicon Valley) for the past three months has taught me that we cannot pin our hopes for American democracy on the great media platforms: Facebook, Google, Twitter, YouTube, et. al. Their leaders seem to know only how to make money from us, and the tools they have invented are out of control. The companies are proving incapable of dealing with the information dystopia they have created. Digital innocents think they are accessing an agnostic information universe when they click onto these platforms. Instead, we are getting the content most likely to confirm our prejudices, based on all the private information we have shared through our online search, posting, shopping and “like” histories.



Mark Zuckerberg is the man in the hot seat, forced to defend the tech platforms’ vampire business model to Congress. People are just beginning to wake up to the problems generated by these data-sucking companies. Facebook now has 2 billion members around the world, whose private preferences are the “product” Facebook has given to any “advertiser” that comes along. Because they know so much about us, Facebook’s clients–malicious Russian robots and conspiracy theorists included–can figure out exactly how to win our trust. Analysts who know Facebook intimately, including Kara Swisher of RECODE and Farhad Manooj of the New York Times, confirm that Zuckerberg and his peers have no idea how to deal with, or even measure, the profound social and political impacts they have unleashed.



Google, which has the most data of all, has done a marginally better job of weaning its search engine off robotic conspiracy theories. But it has failed to care much about the fake news and hate speech its subsidiary, YouTube, turns up as preferred content.



Belatedly, as the techlash gains force, some folks in Silicon Valley are thinking about software solutions. Below is one look at whether the algorithms that got us into so much trouble can reverse course, and nurture our better natures. This depends entirely on the values and priorities of the people writing the code for it. Given the track record so far, this is not reassuring. We need laws that companies must follow. This requires government policies, demanded by media literate citizens using their real intelligence.







I don’t think that ceding more power to algorithms is the best solution. It may be part of the response, but it can’t be the whole story. I like the idea floated by Markos Kounalakis: create a Mayor of Facebook. Create accountability through human, democratic systems, so that people can help other people when they are doxxed, their identities are stolen, and their safety is compromised by viral hate videos. Here is Markos’s brilliant idea:

http://www.markoskounalakis.com/blog/20 ... present-us














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The Vampire Passage from Lord Byron's The Giaour (1813)
Lord Byron's The Giaour (1813) was a wildly popular poem in Byron's day; Jane Austen even makes a joke about the pronunciation of the title in Persuasion. It launched his series of "Turkish tales", based on tales (and, it was rumored, experiences) he gathered during his travels in southeast Europe and the Mediterranean. In The Giaour a western European (a "giaour" has an affair with Leila, one of the wives of Hassan, a sultan. Hassan kills Leila by tying her in a sack and dropping her into the sea, after which he is pursued and killed by the Giaour. The Giaour sends Hassan's head to the sultan's mother, who curses him in the following scene. Her curse is the first reference to vampire lore in English literature.

'Yes, Leila sleeps beneath the wave,
But his shall be a redder grave;
Her spirit pointed well the steel
Which taught that felon heart to feel.
He called the Prophet, but his power
Was vain against the vengeful Giaour:
He called on Allah - but the word.
Arose unheeded or unheard.
Thou Paynim fool! could Leila's prayer
Be passed, and thine accorded there?
I watched my time, I leagued with these,
The traitor in his turn to seize;
My wrath is wreaked, the deed is done,
And now I go - but go alone.'


The browsing camels' bells are tinkling:
His mother looked from her lattice high -
She saw the dews of eve besprinkling
The pasture green beneath her eye,
She saw the planets faintly twinkling:
''Tis twilight - sure his train is nigh.'
She could not rest in the garden-bower,
But gazed through the grate of his steepest tower:
'Why comes he not? his steeds are fleet,
Nor shrink they from the summer heat;
Why sends not the bridegroom his promised gift?
Is his heart more cold, or his barb less swift?
Oh, false reproach! yon Tartar now
Has gained our nearest mountain's brow,
And warily the steep descends,
And now within the valley bends;
And he bears the gift at his saddle bow
How could I deem his courser slow?
Right well my largess shall repay
His welcome speed, and weary way.'
The Tartar lighted at the gate,
But scarce upheld his fainting weight!
His swarthy visage spake distress,
But this might be from weariness;
His garb with sanguine spots was dyed,
But these might be from his courser's side;
He drew the token from his vest -
Angel of Death! 'tis Hassan's cloven crest!
His calpac rent - his caftan red -
'Lady, a fearful bride thy son hath wed:
Me, not from mercy, did they spare,
But this empurpled pledge to bear.
Peace to the brave! whose blood is spilt:
Woe to the Giaour! for his the guilt.'


A turban carved in coarsest stone,
A pillar with rank weeds o'ergrown,
Whereon can now be scarcely read
The Koran verse that mourns the dead,
Point out the spot where Hassan fell
A victim in that lonely dell.
There sleeps as true an Osmanlie
As e'er at Mecca bent the knee;
As ever scorned forbidden wine,
Or prayed with face towards the shrine,
In orisons resumed anew
At solemn sound of 'Allah Hu!'
Yet died he by a stranger's hand,
And stranger in his native land;
Yet died he as in arms he stood,
And unavenged, at least in blood.
But him the maids of Paradise
Impatient to their halls invite,
And the dark Heaven of Houris' eyes
On him shall glance for ever bright;
They come - their kerchiefs green they wave,
And welcome with a kiss the brave!
Who falls in battle 'gainst a Giaour
Is worthiest an immortal bower.


But thou, false Infidel! shalt writhe
Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe;
And from its torment 'scape alone
To wander round lost Eblis' throne;
And fire unquenched, unquenchable,
Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
But first, on earth as vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
But one that for thy crime must fall,
The youngest, most beloved of all,
Shall bless thee with a father's name -
That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!
Yet must thou end thy task, and mark
Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,
And the last glassy glance must view
Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;
Then with unhallowed hand shalt tear
The tresses of her yellow hair,
Of which in life a lock when shorn
Affection's fondest pledge was worn,
But now is borne away by thee,
Memorial of thine agony!
Wet with thine own best blood shall drip
Thy gnashing tooth and haggard lip;
Then stalking to thy sullen grave,
Go - and with Gouls and Afrits rave;
Till these in horror shrink away
From spectre more accursed than they!
(The Giaour ll. 675-788)
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Sat Apr 06, 2019 8:56 pm

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romanti ... Revolution



Vampire, the romantic



Very generally, to start this song of the withering rose,
Very gently, in the broadest sense of the word, the woman with two husbands, enigmatic like the tree with the flower garden, the look out, within a few gasps for sunlight, a hear of gold, the sun over the bearing hills all hues escaping west, also setting, the past retained, in a capsule small as her heartbeat.

She could have reached that, when in Hindus, cloning , he the man with one woman looked at her with a twofold. Vision, as Picasso would have cut her apart.

Two women wrestled for him, one pregnant twofold jellous and love, figuring into the literal sense she would have liked to prioritize herself as his real companion & compatriot.

But no, his current young one, has not travailed upon his soul travel to know him, her allure and mysterious exotica, winning over.

But her, did she not know the third way of which Thomas Mann speaks well , in Joseph and his Brothers, that is his possession and not hers?

When he had to deal with the underworld on a handshake deal, did he not forage her forest only to find one saving grace and one only, for which the collector may not redeem his proffered prize, for collectors are short circuited between depreciating one of the two to gain favor with the third, thereby losing out any chance for some kind of uniting power to force reclamation?

That was a bargain, a bargain of vast but over reaching proportions, a general scape, from which he foresaw no need to escape.

Escape internal like the caged Bird could only internalize the dilemma of the Painted bird, whereby that author ended up in a tub sunk with tightly rapped paper wrapped around such misgivings.

She, call her amazing duples golden eye, could not gain material for she was to good to see, that for trivial sums the will collude, appealing to their own shallow understanding of what they thought as insoluble and non insightful on her part.

Nevertheless, when it glimnered on them that someone, the man in the double, who shadowed the middle where the put her, suddenly restrained themselves sensing their weakness.

It was then he realized, that, that possibility scurried them from that position, which for then , opened an enormous chasm made out of charlatan'sgold, for it really was that product manufactured in the middle of the middle ages, when alchemy was proficient to expose simulation to the torture of the midnight sun, the black sun of darkness at noon.

At this his saving grace, holding him at bay, when he already chose one out of three wishes out of Alladin's promise.

Between fame -, fortune and love, & the promise to learn the way, he chose the last. He was bound to her, absolutely, like : Cheryfa to Jane Bowls.

Such commitment to magic was rare, even in those times, when done out of an impersonal push toward an objective, out of which, the only benefit to be had was the most abstract ofb all inclusive demonstrations between the minimal and maximal set ups of any deal imaginable or conceivable.

So now angered by her transfiguritive ways, him into the very same characters he assumed of her thought of him, while her thought immediately reversed course into to visionary alabaster mouldings, made his existence a nullified reversal and transformed idea into his very being.

For him everything was changed by this apparition, and his existence became a long night's journey into the day, nothingness , a nothing existence he may be able to transform into the very depths of his soul. His heart of darkness then would knowingly flutter in an excited despair, against all odds, to penetrate her tiny beating belabored heart.

The collusive ones, appearing to profit out of another phantom of deception, that they would sell out, and then share their tiresome deception as severable and true, were really profiting in her life"s labor, then employ her in their dark works demeaning her lack of understanding of anything but noble motives!

The man with the two faces saw through this amateur attempt, as so trivial , as to turn Machiavelli in his grave, merely somehow gleaned this, as if from a buried undead despite , rising to meet the impending brotherhood of the dark.

Later, after overcoming minor inconvenience, listless amateurish, they would test the results obtained, and failing, in sudden astonishment and terror, of the kind written of a beating heart buried under a thick wall.

The clincher that the man with the two faces was simultaneously harmless, may never occurred to them, since their grave, as shallow as that night vision, when things only start to draw outlines against an opening night, may mimic the day, so reckoning with the rise if dawn , that it could only be attempted far before any hint of enlightenment could vaporously evoke the dew.

He too benighted in undescriptive ways, in that sense taking advantage, and her materially bankrupted soul, lay like a damaged bird, on a vast canvas, cemented red city of the sierras, but immediately redeemed through holy intercession of Angels.

That he has already repaid this enormous debt, was certain, even more so, the moment after it was bargained for , and the collector turned crimson even when the hands that fused the deal parted in a horrible hiss of a meltdown.

Her material loss, Her unimaginable disappointment, needed to be healed, by the transformative figure that appeared to him, for her loss became his gain, at least to a degree where he could support her, against their enormous deceptive overwhelming drain on her soul.

He received a lot less in material terms, then their grievous appetite could consume, but again he knew this was a begotten gift for her, he placed her farther from the fulcrum, whereas shortening theirs from it, for how could they see this so far away ?

This is the problem of getting too much too soon, by playing a game of indulgence with the ONE , the wrong one if deception, for he who deceived does not understand that he too, may be abject to that blindness.

The fools gold, that becomes a curse, as Byron so aptly describes, becomes an eternal debt , eternally collectible , at least as long as the list of honest and truthful petitioners to the Real One are not merely burned on stakes so high, as to cry even unto the seventh heaven , using that stakes firewood to form a crossing sacrifice of someone who would not ever succumb to gain all seven kingdoms for the immolative loss of His own Soul.


To which, the woman with two husbands could only attribute a divine magnificence gifted, even as to her lack of it could demonstrate, and perhaps this is really what they feared.
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Re: Vampire

Postby Meno_ » Mon Apr 08, 2019 11:38 am

From that point, things went from the desert like , sky, sheltering those, who did go east, and countered with those invisible ones, untouchable to threats and bribes, to fear or low down assaults of warning.

That Internationale ideology suggests a very loose protection racket against them, is a very lost concept on those, who derive objective criteria from so called ontological levels of discussion.

The negative of any level of comprehension does not disconnect from a very immature preoccupation with legitimacy, its merely a sign of a stage of development where ideal have been given up, either by failure, or a lapse of memory.

This lapse indicates either a willful exist from an inner, forgotten guidance of self preservation, or, a way to exit from the reversal of what Sartre said, to what he really meant.

Why? That's an obtuse question, and is not unique, it speaks of not a fear of explosive reactions of misreading, but of a historically determined process to avoid claims of cowering from confusion.

That reason separated ontology from process, and both can be written down as causitive tobsone degree.

Its like the late David Riesman said ofnthe vanishing adolescence way back in the 60's, as as a current slack,
with meaninglessness setting into an escalating rate of entropic pace of deceiving the very young, those children preadolescence, tinkering with ever progressing computed programs, as a necessary process, to cut their childhood short.

That such give rise to violence inter-alia between children, is reminiscent to Lord of Flies.

This is but regression from the true heroism inherent in selfnprotextion, when concerns always been for the other, the smaller social aggregate which means more to some then themselves. The majority naturally would disclaim this assertion and reactivity respond by positing a note to their lawyer, beginning with : In the event something were to happen to me, such and such involvement can be induced from such and such, malfeasance, but all in deference to those closely connected.

Martin Luther .....kIng is a good example, nut because of his profile, he needn't have gone to a lawyer , amdnuet perhaps he did.

The wise clamps harder, with the coming of more realization, through public awarenessninto corruption and greed, granted.

So internationalization may be a sign of the approach of unsuitable limits, wherein, the population can be made into hardship tolerator-soldiers, for and ripe to enjoin service at a time of non suscription.

Trump was an innocent bystander , from the time that the draft ended, he was an equal opportunity contender of advantage seeking , at a time of great dissatisfaction with the objectives inherent in that service.

The echoes of catch 22 were still vibrating forcefully, damaging the best of the best of the newly evolving rapper generation.


Fear defeatsnits own object , cutting itself off from social equality intra psychic determinism magically connecting to those misshapen objectives.

Our guilt imputed through social predeterminamts.

The Vampire within me, signifies a selfnconsuming vampire, who can only express that while lounging out and feeding on them.

If You be thinnest with yourself, there are ways to reconnect, even without a political context, just observe Laing's political psychology found in gestalt garbage cans.
Here Fritz Pearls yawns.

(After all, Karen Horney may as well shrug, as did Atlas, as far as self interpretation goes.) Maybe there is something missing, feminine mystique, that is incapable long term to establish the proper mix of testosterone, and estrogen.
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