i’m an archaic, dead thing: a journalist. you remember those. this is my site. i hope you like it. i hope you come back here for a goddamn place to say what you actually fucking mean and hear the same in return.
so, no punctuation. i will kill this fucking machine if it keeps underlining everything in red.
i’ve had a long life and seen a lot of shit. and no, not like most of you think you have. this is where the foul-smelling fruits of decades of wasted and used opportunities spurts dividends.
as the more literate of you may’ve noticed in the mission statement, my overall arching theme is the making-explicit of the Not– and the most important thing to be made explicit is the fall of our culture:
Spengler predicted that the West, already well into its twilight, would experience further decline as rationalism, mass manipulation and material expression succeeded the profound art, religion, and philosophy of the past.
i’m not saying we’re in the end times or some histrionic shit like that.
i’m saying we should be!
anyway, i’m contributing to Sawtooth Wave every now and again. go there!
The rays of the setting sun of the fifth of May lit up for the last time all the magnificence of the Rome of the Renaissance, then the fairest and richest city in all the world…. On the morning of the seventh of May, Rome presented a spectacle that baffled all description…. Everywhere there was the most ruthless devastation, everywhere rapine and murder. The air re-echoed to the wailings of women, the plaintive cries of children, the barking of dogs, the neighing of chargers, the clash of arms, and the crash of timber from burning houses. All accounts, even the Spanish, agree that no age, no sex, no station, no nationality, neither Spaniard nor German, neither church nor hospital was spared.
–Ludwig Von Pastor, History of the Popes, 9:387, 399
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