Posted on September 17, 2005 at 22:48:21.
In Reply to: |A morbid snack| posted by Vauung
Doing it
By RN
I gave it a try but I failed; failed even in writing as Sadegh Hedayat.
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Sadegh Hedayat: Despair presupposes hope and hope is a druj; what attracts me is neither despair nor hope but this presupposition as an impudent practice of conjuration of openness (as being cleaved slashed and laid open) in which despair and hope can only have a conversation through a radical butchery of each other. This presupposition is an overzealous ritual not for drooling over butchered chops of meat and its abattoirs but for seducing lines of openness.
Hope is already corpse (this is somehow a tautology), a messy composition of chemical experiments (of appropriated but terminally multiplying bonds of philia) toward revolutions of all kind, of survival, of crime, of tactics camouflaging strategies, concealing within themselves the intensities of mess and not death. They are lab-plates; horizons through which the instances of survival and its economical fluxes can develop. Both shares a secret perversion, they may give rise to anything on their fertilizing (saturated by rotting compost: enriched compost) surfaces.
I hear the screeching, the wailing sounds beneath the foundation of my house in the city of Ray (where horror roaming during the day and the night is an overdomestication), from the root of the city, my aristocrat family, the countless Zoroastrian traces, I hear almost funny sounds whispering to me: penetrate me, kiss me, lick me, come in me, hope me, exhume me to the surface, kiss me, lick me, come in me ... be a genius treponema in your father's penis, invoke hope within him (transplant me within him) to breed writers like you, by inseminating any cunt he can foolishly escapes to; they are my lairs, the drujih nests.
Let me be your cold meat (or meal).
Despair does not go toward the expurgation of hope in an antichrist approach toward 'flushing-out-the-soul' eternally. Its base-communication with hope is transmuting dialectic to a radical orgy, a carnal art of seduction, flirting, sucking dry and 'Doing it' (this sounds a juicy alternative for 'snuff' to me) completely. Despair is 'doing' hope, in a cold fusion, an inter-course without any exchange of semen or at least fertilizing semen; an insemination which is both an incineration and messing-with. The communication of despair with hope brushes off any trace of hopelessness (through which existence may claim its salvation or eternal happiness; a Kierkegaardian fashion?); it's not a conversation addressing sorrow, pessimism or abandoning hope. The whole communication of despair with hope is that despair exhumes hope, digging out hope as a corpse ... thus shifting the whole panorama from something gloomy, unrighteous and merely sinful (peccant) to an absolute crime whose movement strategically avoids opposition to survival and its dynamic managerial sphere (hope) but presupposes them as its necrophilic preys or cold partners in a sepulchral feast: we call our love partners, Coldies.
The first spark of despair murders hope; it's a gullibility to call 'what comes after' or the whole process, simply murdering or killing hope (hope is snuffed out by the first spark of despair), what comes next is messing with the dead. Even if we call the fluvial continuum of despair as the execution of hope -- through which survival becomes all irrelevant since hope is the transformational boundary (and not filtering) or more accurately the horizon of appropriated intensities saturating survival economy with a hunger for Genesis and its pseudo-flux / grounding processes -- it is not murdering hope any longer but messing with its corpse, exhuming it, bringing it to the space of philia (strategically out of desire; philia evaporates desire without shame or regret) in which wasteful (pervert, deflowering, misusing) bonds (of philia) crack and butcher 'hope' open. (see Death as a Perversion) Thus, despair performing hope through an immoderate perversion. It exhumes (ex + humus: ground) hope, inciting revolution through the ill-engineered (and indiscrete) composition of itself (the exhumer), corpse (hope) and the grave (the survival networks concealing hope as their survivalist desire) ... reinventing the innocent panorama of dialectic with hope (of hopelessness, etc.) within a synchronous space feeding all sides of panorama as radical criminals: exhumed grave as a messed up ground (ruin) lures necrophilic engineers and the contaminating vectors (intensities anonymous to ground) --- exhumer becomes a necrophilic engineer, resurrecting and modernizing something dead by the pervert bonds of philia --- the corpse (hope) is resurrected as a defiled body, a resurrection 'out of sight' and premature (as of a premature ejaculation) or abrupt, according to the monitoring programs of the graveyard site, survival economy and its Genesis Project; a resurrection not on the survival networks germinated on life but unlife. Despair as an exhumation process over hope is permanent and is not interrupted by defiling the corpse (hope) through its profound perversion (sucking it dry and doing it); hope has enough survival to support the mess engineering of this exhumation process as long as the monolithic or organic survival feeds it.
Why should I think about exhuming a corpse-containing grave ... why not exhuming an empty tomb or a cenotaph?
Descent (call it the liquidated continuity of despair) is a necrophilic attack on the carcass of hope. The radical despair is not of pure annihilation but a more criminal act of necrophilia and exhumation: penetrating hope, cumming over it, sucking it dry, doing it, resurrecting it again, defiling it and doing it .... This is the snuff project of despair.
"I feel the weight of a dead body on my chest." Sadegh Hedayat, The Blind Owl (Buf-e Koor )