Tuesday, September 9, 2014

(Un)critical mass.

It turns ugly on the streets.
They will not relinquish privilege without a swipe.

Fear breeds fight, fight breeds anger, breeds anguish, feeds fear.

If education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has "learnt" at school, the critical mass is what remains after the uncritical mass has slipped away, our violence dissipated.


How many of those caught up in a movement are beyond anger, self-interest, resentment, a chance for advancement?

We will change the world! 

Now they will listen to me...ME, they will listen to ME

...the bastards.

I will show them....

No! You won't!

They are incapable of understanding you.

They will pretend to listen to you...you dumb bastard,
You ARE Them.

Master plans, master pieces, master strategy, master and servants...

Let's play masters and servants, us and them.

Stand on your head, look in the mirror.

God you are beautiful!

Exactly you dumb bastard!

You ARE God.

Superior life form, superior form of intelligence

Fortunately for the human race, the rat race, the race question, there are some of us (rare I know) who understand what we are talking about.

The 'sans-culottes'; the proles, the mob, they will mob at our bidding.

They are looking for hope.

Hope for revenge, for respect, for...revolution.

Do androids dream of electric sheep?

Do abusees dream of abuse?

Do 'sans-culottes' dream of...Guess?

I guess.

They dream of love displaced.

They have been brought up, in a mire, bonding uncritically.


I'm a gangster, quack, crack.

I'm a banker, quack, crack.

I'm a prankster, quack, crack.

"Put your hands up in the air, you dumb bastard!"

"I have my hands up in the air, you dumb bastards!"

"Put your hands up in the air, put your hands up in the air..."



Uncritical mass, we are love-struck.

Love me, look at me, hold me, take me, take me now...for ever.

I am yours, you are mine...all MINE, MY PRECIOUS...

books won't help, connected courses perhaps?

Remains to be seen...

Critical moments, of connecting with others uncritically, semenly critically, a mass of bodies, a mire.


We are the mire.


  1. Simon Ensor: @Bali_Maha that's how I read it. we can only be baffled by the big picture and that I think is the point #ccourses #rhizo14 #clavier
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  2. ℳąhą Bąℓi: @sensor63 another case of not being sure what ur saying, but liking little bits that i think i ustand, yet baffled by big picture #ccourses
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