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New Age "Asiatic" thought ... is establishing itself as the
hegemonic ideology of global capitalism. (Zizek)

Wednesday, January 4

please allow me to (re)introduce myself

It occurs to me that readers coming to these pages for the first time may not have much in the way of previous context. Overall, this is a good thing. It means I don't have to carry the karmic baggage of previous incarnations. On the other hand, karma is implacable and, as they say, crime will out. So I guess I really can't elude my checqured career, however much I'd like to.

On the surface at least, my past work appears to have little bearing on the present work in progress. I've done some thinking about how they may be related, but it's not obvious even to me. As you can see from the Gonzo Marketing quotes below, they were business books.

front matter: I round the corner in Covent Garden and hear what sounds like Coltrane wafting up the block. Bent into his horn as if in fervent prayer, a musician is laying down fat splashy hop notes in the rain, punctuating the oblivious crowds of pre-Christmas shoppers. His saxophone case is open for donations and I drop in a ten pound note. He's surprisingly good to be playing in the street. Seeing the denomination, he jumps up and presses a compact disc into my hand. I turn it over. Karlsax Online it says.

p. 205: Paradoxically, the old Manichean agenda to put an end to the world, once based on spiritual opposition to the material plane, is now within the reach of the worldly powers. And this is no joke.

p. 210: ...the sublunary sphere was the material world and all its material girls -- the world, literally, under the orbit of the moon. In the eyes of the early Christian Church, the "things of this world" were mundane -- that is, "worldly" in a highly pejorative sense. The other world (as in "otherworldly") was the only world worth having any truck with: the destination of the just: heaven. What happened down here below on earth was of no interest or importance except as it related to getting out of this world, escaping this vale of toil and tears for a purely spiritual realm, "a better place." This was echoed in the Manichean dualism with which we opened this final chapter: world bad, spirit good. Simply put, matter didn't matter.

...history is not predestined. It is, however, littered with with petty control freaks peddling fascism tricked up to look like freedom...

~ from "De Chirico Fends Off the Spectral Bats of Andalusia" in The Bombast Transcripts