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Interzone / Re: The Iliad is pure fucking metal!
« on: November 07, 2011, 12:03:58 PM »
"Yes, but where is the sodomy?!"

Well, we don't really know what Zeus to Hera while they were in that cloud....

Interzone / A Nascent Short Story
« on: November 04, 2011, 12:35:01 PM »
I had a rather bizarre dream the other night and I was wondering if you guys thought it would make good material for a parable or a short story. Here it is.

I saw the compound of a certain cult organized around the precept that a terminal illness indicated that the patient in question was one of God's elect and that their soul was so powerful that it was escaping its fleshy prison at an abnormal pace. They came at this conviction by interpreting Mark 26:41 in that light. Their temple was an enormous concrete palace with red and purple walls which were studded with diamonds black as obsidian and sharp enough to cleave an elephant in twain with one fell swoop. Necrotic flesh, opaque blood, severed limbs, and pungent carcasses encrust and litter the entire facility, and the delirious practitioners sing hymns beatifically as their comrades decease one by one. A pastor tells one of the more enthusiastic cult members suffering from Necrotizing fasciitis that "even as your blanched and foul skin plummets to the earth, your resplendent soul mounts to the Lord's abode". The now euphoric devotee leaps out of his cot, throwing his decayed arms in the air and whooping "Hosanna!". At that instant his entire torso slumps off of his ravaged body. 

Interzone / Re: Reading-up on Egalitarianism
« on: August 19, 2011, 06:28:59 AM »
Try the works of John Locke; he codified the blank slate theory.

Interzone / Bolivia gets their shit together
« on: April 12, 2011, 02:10:47 PM »
This is more than a little encouraging; now if only the rest of the world would follow suite.

"Bolivia is to pass a law -- called la Ley de Derechos de la Madre Tierra (The Law of Mother Earth) --  which will grant nature equal rights to humans.

The law -- the first of its kind -- aims to encourage a major shift in attitudes towards conservation and to reduce pollution and exploitation of natural resources. It sees a range of new rights established for nature including the right to life; the right to water and clean air; the right to repair livelihoods affected by human activities and the right to be free of pollution.

Bolivia is one of South America's poorest countries and is seeing its rural communities suffer with failing crops due to climatic events such as floods and droughts. Temperatures are set to rise by up to four degrees centigrade over the next 100 years, while most of its  glaciers are likely to melt within 20 years.

The Bolivian government -- under president Evo Morales -- will establish a ministry of mother earth and commit to give communities the authority to monitor and control the industries and businesses that are polluting the environment."


Interzone / Re: Inspiration
« on: April 06, 2011, 03:00:24 PM »
Given the fact that many of this forum's users are literate and erudite, I feel that we should be more forthcoming with regards to books and philosophies that have inspired us. There's a lot of collective intellectual wealth to be shared, and I think that the board would greatly benefit from it. I'll start by including passages from another work by an author that inspires me, Nikos Kazantzakis.

We mortals are the immortals' work battalion. Our blood is red coral, and we build an island over the abyss.

We must leave the earth not like scourged, tearful slaves, but like kings who rise from the table with no further wants, after having eaten and drunk to the full.

It is our duty to set ourselves an end beyond our individual concerns, beyond our convenient, agreeable habits, higher habits, higher than our own selves, and disdaining laughter, hunger, even death to toil day and night to attain that end. No, not to attain it. The self-respecting soul, as soon as he reaches his goal, places it still further away. Not to attain it, but never to halt in the ascent. Only thus does life acquire nobility and oneness.

On those days I felt that human partitions-bodies, brains, and souls-were capable of being demolished, and that humanity might return again, after frightfully bloody wandering, to its primeval, divine oneness. In this condition there is no such thing as "me", "you", or "he"; everything is a unity and this unity is a profound mystic intoxication in which death loses its scythe and ceases to exist.

The Attic landscape does not swagger, does not indulge in rhetoric, does not degenerate into fits, of melodramatic swooning; it says what it has to say with a calm, virile forcefulness. By the simplest means possible it formulates the essential.

Space had been conquered; distinctions between the small and large had vanished. Infinity entered this narrow, magical parallelogram carved our by man, entered leisurely and took its repose there. Time had been conquered as well; the lofty moment had been transformed into eternity. (on the Parthenon)

The minor virtues, I reflected, are much more dangerous than the minor vices.

Each man acquires the stature of the man he wrestles. It pleased me, even if it meant my destruction, to wrestle with God.

Every race and every age gives God its own mask. But behind all the masks, in every age and every race, is always the same never-changing God.

Each day as I walked over the Greek land, I realized more clearly that ancient Greek civilization was not a supernatural flower suspended in mid-air; it was a tree that rooted itself deeply into the earth, consumed mud, and turned this mud into flowers.

The Greeks never served art for its own sake. Beauty always had a purpose: to be of service to life. The ancients wanted their bodies strong and beautiful so that these bodies might be receptacles for balanced, healthy minds. And beyond this-the supreme purpose-so that they might defend the polis.

We have but a single moment at our disposal. Let us transform that moment into eternity. No other form of immortality exists.

Interzone / Re: Inspiration
« on: April 06, 2011, 02:21:59 PM »
  • Civilization seems to be the invention of a species now extinct.

  • Modern man destroys more when he builds than when he destroys.

  • An "ideal society" would be the graveyard of human greatness.

  • In an age in which the media broadcast countless pieces of foolishness, the educated man is defined not by what he knows, but by what he doesn't know.

  • I distrust every idea that doesn't seem obsolete and grotesque to my contemporaries.

  • Many love humanity only in order to forget God with a clear conscience.

  • Philosophy's aim is not to paint new objects but to give their true color to familiar objects.

  • For the myth of a past golden age, present day humanity substitutes the myth of a future plastic age.

  • Many things seem defensible, until we look at their defenders.

  • Total freedom of expression does not compensate for lack of talent.

  • "To be useful to society" is the ambition, or excuse, of a prostitute.

  • Hierarchies are celestial. In hell all are equal.

  • "Taste is relative" is the excuse adopted by those eras that have bad taste.

  • Humanity compensates for the solidity of the buildings it raises, with the fragility of the foundations upon which it builds them.

  • The most notorious aspect of all modern undertakings is the discrepancy between the immensity and complexity of the technical apparatus, and the insignificance of the final product.

  • etc. pp.

Nicolás Gómez Dávila (1913-1994)


Nous, this is awesome. Thanks for the recommendation.

Interzone / Re: Inspiration
« on: March 10, 2011, 03:15:47 PM »
Action, dear inactive master, action; there is no other salvation.

The imperishable force which transforms matter into spirit is divine. Each man has within him an element of the divine whirlwind and that is how he can convert bread, water and meat into thought and action. Zorba was right: "Tell me what you do with what you eat and I will tell you who you are! Some men turn their food into fat and manure, some into work and good humor, and others, I'm told, into God."

Two equally steep and bold paths may lead to the same peak. To act as if death does not exist, or to act thinking every minute of death, is perhaps the same thing.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else. And all that is required to feel that here and now is happiness is a simple, frugal heart.

The good master desires no greater recompense than this: to form a pupil who surpasses him.

"Life is trouble," Zorba continued. "Death, no. To live-do you know what that means? To undo your belt and look for trouble!"

For I realize today that it is a mortal sin to violate the great laws of nature. We should not hurry, we should not be impatient, but we should confidently obey the eternal rhythm.

Art is, in fact, a magic incantation. Obscure homicidal forces lurk in our entrails, deadly impulses to kill, destroy, hate, dishonor. Then art appears with its sweet piping and delivers us.

The universe for Zorba, as for the first men on earth, was a weighty, intense vision; the stars gilded over him, the sea broke against his temples. He lived the earth, water, the animals and God, without the distorting intervention of reason.

"The world's much faster than we think. We travel, crossing whole countries and seas and yet we've never pushed our noses past the doorstep of our own home."

God changes his appearance every second. Blessed is the man who can recognize him in all his disguises.

Little by little, everything around me, without changing shape, became a dream. I was happy. Earth and paradise were one. A flower in the fields with a large drop of honey in its center: that was how life appeared to me. And my soul, a wild bee plundering.

I felt deep within me that the highest point a man can attain is not Knowledge, or Virtue, or Goodness, or Victory, but something even greater, more heroic and despairing: Sacred Awe!

"We are little grubs, Zorba, minute grubs on the small leaf of a tremendous tree. This small leaf is the earth. The other leaves are the stars you see moving at night. We make our way on this little leaf examining it anxiously and carefully. We smell it; it smells good or bad to us. We taste it and find it edible. We beat on it and it cries out like a living thing. Some men-the more intrepid ones-reach the edge of the leaf. From there we stretch out, gazing into chaos. We tremble. We guess what a frighting abyss lies beneath us. In the distance we can hear the noise of the other leaves of the tremendous tree, we feel the sap rising from the roots to our leaf and our hearts swell. Bent thus over the awe-inspiring abyss, with all our bodies and all our souls, we tremble with terror. From that moment begins..." I stopped. I wanted to say, "from that moment begins poetry," but Zorba would not have understood. I stopped. "What begins?" asked Zorba's anxious voice. "Why did you stop?" "....begins the great danger, Zorba. Some grow dizzy and delirious, others are afraid; they try to find an answer to strengthen their hearts, and they say: 'God!' Others again, from the edge of the leaf, look over the precipice calmly and bravely and say: "I like it."

"I think, Zorba-but I may be wrong-that there are three kinds of men: those who make it their aim, as they say, to live their lives, eat drink, make love, grow rich, and famous, then come those who make it their aim not to live their own lives but to concern themselves with the lives of all men-they feel that all men are one and they try to enlighten them, to love them as much as they can and to do good to them; finally there are those who aim at living the life of the entire universe-everything, men, animals, trees, stars, we are all one, we are all one substance involved in the same terrible struggle. What struggle?...Turning matter into spirit."

When everything goes wrong, what a joy to test your soul and see if it has endurance and courage!

Luckless man has raised what he thinks is an impassable barrier round his poor little existence. He takes refuge there and tries to bring a little order and security into his life. A little happiness. Everything must follow the beaten track, the sacrosanct routine, and comply with safe and simple rules. Inside this enclosure, fortified against the fierce attacks of the unknown, his petty certainties, crawling about like centipedes, go unchallenged. There is only one formidable enemy, mortally feared and hated: the Great Certainty. Now, this Great Certainty had penetrated the outer walls of my existence and was ready to pounce upon my soul.  

Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba The Greek

Interzone / Four Preludes To Playthings Of The Winds
« on: February 15, 2011, 12:47:20 PM »
The doors are twisted on broken hinges.
Sheets of rain swish through on the wind
where the golden girls ran and the panels read:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.


Metal / Re: Deeds of Flesh-Portal to Canaan
« on: February 10, 2011, 06:23:19 PM »
Great. I hope they eschew the wankery that was prevalent on the last album.

Interzone / Re: Best nu-metal songs
« on: February 07, 2011, 03:15:35 PM »

Interzone / Re: The (potential) Impossiblity of Nothingness
« on: February 04, 2011, 06:39:02 AM »
Being is One, Change is Illusion.
I've come to believe just the opposite in the past few years.
A coming into and going out of physical existence of matter, while seemingly absurd from the objective viewpoint, is nothing extraordinary at all from the subjective viewpoint.
Isn't that the point implicit in the article?

Interzone / The (potential) Impossiblity of Nothingness
« on: February 03, 2011, 07:12:38 PM »
This is probably nothing new to those who frequent this board, but it is still interesting nonetheless.

One of the consequences of Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle -- that you can't know a quantum state's energy exactly for a finite duration of time -- means that when you're talking about very short time intervals, there are large uncertainties in the energy of a system. Over short enough timescales, the energies are large enough that particle-antiparticle pairs wink in-and-out of existence all the time!

Take two identical, uncharged, parallel metal plates, and put them close to one another. The vacuum fluctuations in between the plates cause there to be a pressure pushing the plates together. This isn't the gravitational force or an electromagnetic force, but a force due to empty space itself.


Interzone / Re: Best nu-metal songs
« on: February 01, 2011, 07:36:07 PM »

Metal / Re: Definition of Power Metal, Prog and Sam Dunn
« on: January 19, 2011, 05:02:00 PM »
I think you're right, but we can probably take your statement one step further and say that, at bottom, all genre labels are marketing terms. Power metal, Burzum, jazz, and the Hokuto no Ken soundtrack are at the molecular level hardly distinguishable. We differentiate between them, however, because not all vibrations are pleasing to all people and we need a way to communicate this (i.e., marketing). That said, power metal is a fucking gay phrase, and I'm tempted to shun the genre on the basis of the name alone.
Raoh should have kicked Ken's ass. The creators decided to indulge in hackneyed Christian symbolism, though, and thereby ruined the series.

Here's a goody for you:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CwKp_ozqeaU

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