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Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Sandhyas! Calling all downs. Calling all downs to dayne. Array! Surrec-tion! Eireweeker to the wohld bludyn world. O rally, O rally, O rally! Phlenxty, O rally! To what lifelike thyne of the bird can be.
 

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99% of statements are meaningless

Pound was a bovine philistine though. On one hand he wanted to make his works as unreadable and divorced from joe bloggs on the other handhe wanted to preserve the ineluctablesanctityofhisspecific hazreti isa poses, may peace be on the prophet but damnation strike his rotting rear guard of the future in a hypermonophonic cacophony of chainlike zurna savagery.
 

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you readily admit you have no interest in literature

Not at all. I have great love for literature. Just not for romantics.

But that is irrelevant. You can't do dialectics because you cannot reconcile latter Joyce and Pound. you see them as separate instances, like a typical psytrance fetishising hippy.
 

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You must engage in a dialogue with the dead. Insofar as K-Punk criticised you for this, he was right. But insofar as he focused all of his energy on libidinal urges, he was intent upon fathering you. Which after a certain tipping point becomes unhealthy. The son must avenge the father. Your calling card is ultra modernist marxism, not Deleuzianism.
 

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a lot of people say thirdform is in fact the Ultimate Bourgeoius.

Everyone by habit is bourgeois. Even the working class. That is what the bourgeois method misses in its obsession with statistics. Insofar as one sells their labour power as a commodity it is obviously embodied within the physical organism. Communism is the disappearance of all classes and sectional control over society.
 

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Hazreti Karl said this in chapter 38 of capital, you see tafsir is a good thing.

It is not enough that the conditions of labour are concentrated in a mass, in the shape of capital, at the one pole of society, while at the other are grouped masses of men, who have nothing to sell but their labour-power. Neither is it enough that they are compelled to sell it voluntarily. The advance of capitalist production develops a working class, which by education, tradition, habit, looks upon the conditions of that mode of production as self-evident laws of Nature. The organisation of the capitalist process of production, once fully developed, breaks down all resistance. The constant generation of a relative surplus-population keeps the law of supply and demand of labour, and therefore keeps wages, in a rut that corresponds with the wants of capital. The dull compulsion of economic relations completes the subjection of the labourer to the capitalist. Direct force, outside economic conditions, is of course still used, but only exceptionally. In the ordinary run of things, the labourer can be left to the “natural laws of production,” i.e., to his dependence on capital, a dependence springing from, and guaranteed in perpetuity by, the conditions of production themselves.

 

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A sunflower has appeared this week among other bourgeoise petunia flowers, assuming it blew in on the wind, creating a potted dialectic

Took some pics but 3.2mb says upload no
 

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Hazreti Karl said this in chapter 38 of capital, you see tafsir is a good thing.




This is why @version must listen to german acid instead of Lee Gamble. Much more robust in its compactness, through a process of tyrannic expunging of the rotund belly man of English art wankery. Solid, absolutely solid.

 
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