Pseudolectual

sangennaro:

Maurice Nicholl, physician, psychiatrist, student of Jung, Gurdjieff and Esoteric Christianity, wrote that “the only purpose in work on consciousness is to decrease the amount of violence in the world.”  This is Public Health Problem Number One in the nuclear age, the age of overkill.

We are not talking about mere increase in linear IQ— third-circuit semantic cleverness.  We are talking of also the kinds of right-brain intelligence that Nicholl aquired from Jungian neurogenetic research and Gurdjieff’s meta-programming techniques.  We are talking of, say, Beethoven’s intelligence, which so disturbed Lenin, who could not bear to listen to the Appasionata (Sonata 23) because it made him “want to weep and pat people on the head, and we mustn’t pat them on the head, we must hit them on the head, hit them hard, and make them obey.”  More of Beethoven’s intelligence is needed, desperately, to create a signal that the current Lenins cannot ignore, that will make them weep, and stop hitting heads.

We need more mentations, less munitions.  The second-circuit mammalian political games are a million years obsolete.

—Robert Anton Wison, PROMETHEUS RISING (1983)

missu, RAW.

My Twitter Lately

My Twitter has gone through lots of phases as I struggle to maintain interest in the service and find new ways to discourage people from following me. Here are the types of things I’ve been posting recently:

• Calibrate baffling resolved lines to remove patient bonus donors.
• If pliable eyeballs lead degenerate mice towards sand, douse with cans of hate paint.
• Exhausted is pulling roots wracked with acrimony through phony, disgusted caramel plate fakers.
• At first I had doubts of round, curious marble. I subsidized galantry’s serpentine debacle.
• Calamine is reduced to somber decisions when cats fail to uphold criminal negations.
• I forgot tones made a saccharine blanket appearance. So much almost in a terrarium.
• I ingest absolutely equivalent moistures of a personal and rabid spectrum.
• We were in water. Were in actual cancelled practice mask vapors. Ice wrapped the place takers.
• Did you ever feel or see or even know a soul so rancid, gulping acid, lashing tongue drumming passive captains?

Wow, the Madoff victims on Charlie Rose tonight were very intense. Just normal folks who made sacrifices to insure their own life with their savings, then HEY, GUESS WHAT? Your money’s gone. Time to come out of retirement and work at a hotel.

HARSH.