Archive for January, 2015

Why does the UK military have a ‘youth engagement’ policy and why is the UK government promoting ‘military ethos’ within education?

What is the impact of military activities taking place in schools?

Alan Penn in “Quaker Voices” wrote:

‘The new tide of militarisation’ which Quaker Peace and Social Witness produced in March 2014 was a timely document drawing attention to the ever-present appearance of the military in British society.
If militarisation is ‘the process by which a society organises itself for military conflict and violence’, militarism is ‘the ideology underpinning it’.
Never entirely absent, from time to time it re-emerges into prominence with increased vigour and purpose.

Why now, and why should schools be particularly targeted?

From 1870, when school boards were set up to supplement existing church schools, drill was soon added to the teaching of the three R’s. Drill, often of a military nature, provided a respite from the confinement of benches, although some drill took place in aisles between rows of desks when no space was available outdoors. Army drill sergeants were often used to teach boys, though military drill was also taught to infants and to girls. Some boys actually used ‘rabbit’ guns to shoot at targets on ranges.

An article in ‘The School Board Chronicle’ in 1871 stated:

“We have little doubt that our School Boards will establish drill in every school under their control, partly because such a form of discipline tends to habits of order, regularity, steadiness, system and method; partly because it tends to strengthen the constitution and to invogorate the health; and partly because it tends to foster a patriotic and military taste among the mases of the people.”

Some schools preferred ‘ordinary’ drill which had no military flavour. Eventually in its annual report of 1913-14, the Board of Education responded to pressure from non-militants and reported:

“Physical exercises and, where possible, organised games and swimming, provided all that was necessary or desirable.”

Militarism surfaced again in 1930 when [the writer and journalist] John Langdon-Davies commented with disapproval:

“In parliament, to which belongs the ultimate authority over education, there has been a significant movement in favour of a definite military training as part of the curriculum.”

He added:

“We must guard against militarism in education because it aims not at the child’s good but at the state’s good – and that in a very short-sighted way – and because it atrophies individuality by every means in its power.”

The same criticism can be levied against Our governments today…

There is a rally organised in Cardiff Feb 12th against military presence in schools in Wales. I hope to attend.

Quakers Voice publication page 18 is the above Alan Penn article, then on  page 24  there are links to two short films questioning militarism in schools during WW1 and Today.

Quaker Voices Militarism Jan ’15

Short film: 

Background information and discussion points

The armed forces have a growing involvement in secondary schools, colleges and even primary schools. While the Army, Navy and RAF have long run activities in schools as part of the Ministry of Defence’s Youth Engagement programme, the Department for Education have recently begun to promote a ‘military ethos’ within education.

The UK armed forces make 11,000 visits to schools and colleges annually. Far more state schools are visited than private, and in some areas almost every school is visited, often numerous times each year.

Military visits to schools include:

  • careers related activities (careers events, presentations etc)
  • curriculum related military-focused materials
  • student development of the students (team building, leadingship, interview techniques etc)
  • physical activity
  • interviews for Insight courses (pre-recruitment courses at armed forces bases)
  • sessions with staff
  • visits to bases and military museums
  • work experience.

The MoD state that they do not recruit in schools, specifying that, “no pupil or student is ever ‘signed-up’ or otherwise makes a commitment to become a recruit into the Armed Forces during the course of any school visit”.

However, it is clear from their own policies that long-term recruitment is one of the main outcomes of such visits, along with creating ‘positive awareness’ about the armed forces.

  • The Department for Education’s Military Ethos in Schools programme includes:
    •    Troops To Teachers
    •    ‘alternative provision with a military ethos’ for students at risk of failing
    •    the expansion of the Combined Cadet Force in state schools
    •    the development of military-sponsored free schools and academies

The film argues that cadets are not encouraged to look at the negative realities of life in the armed forces: their military training is detached from the human impacts of war, as seen in the enjoyment one cadet takes from rifle training, and the excitement of another about having met members of the armed forces “doing great things” like “going on tour”. The latter says that the armed forces “are just like us: any job has its bad aspects”.

Some of the risks and downsides of joining the armed forces, are from mental health conditions to the much higher risk of being killed if you join the Army at 16.

Another film is “Watford’s Quiet Heroes”


This   symposium considers Critchley’s philosophy of an ethics of commitment in the context of contemporary art as a radical way to think the infinite demands of the present.

“Keynote address: Professor Simon Critchley: The Infinite Demand of Art: No Amount of Effort Will Save You From Oblivion” 1hr 55m

transcript  Keynote speech Critchley Infinite Demands of art (includes pdf)

Critchley has a growing interest in collaborative practices especially in the areas relating to Contemporary Art and politics.

Critchley collaboration with French artist Phillipe Parreno Google images of Critchley and Parreno

 the boy from Mars: Phillipe Parreno










Social Biologist E.O Wilson claims “Science, Not Philosophy, Will Explain the Meaning of Existence”.

BIG THINK: E.O. Wilson: Science, Not Philosophy, Will Explain the Meaning of Existence

I studied microelectronics, art history, person-centred counselling and now philosophy and tonight I’ve attended a seminar on “Evolution of Humans and Robotics (Views on the Co-Evolution of Humans and Machines)”.
I also take an interest in the essence of our universe and try to understand physics. If I think about the mystery of the Schroedinger wave function living in Hilbert space, and about what modern philosophers such as Gilles Deleuze, Daniel C. Dennett have to say, then it’s surprising that Wilson, a biologist, takes such a position towards philosophy. Why do that?
It doesn’t save him from criticism because he starts his viewpoint “he is going to deal with the meaning of meaning in order to get philosophers off this back”?
Wilson should study modern philosophy more closely, before proclaiming “philosophy is dead”.
We need all thinking power we can accumulate to get us out of the mess we are living in.
philosophy as a discipline is giving me the freedom to explore relationships between and contributions from a diverse range of fields, hugely diverse in fact.
It’s made me appreciate the depth and wealth abundance of knowledge that is out there, most of which I’ll never fully grasp, and some of the difficulties humanity has to overcome to integrate and appreciate knowledge fully.



E.O. Wilson: In my book I deal right away with the meaning of meaning because I knew I would be attacked like a disturbed nest of hornets by philosophers if I did not. And of course meaning has a number of meanings, but generally speaking after you’ve gone past the basic religious definition of meaning, which is of course: “The divine creator is responsible for the design and nature of humanity and what else do you want to know?” After you get past that particular response then the subject moves to meaning as history, that is essentially: What are we and why? Where do we come from?” And this is part of meaning too: “Where are we most likely to be headed?” And I like to suggest that in order to answer those questions we cannot do it with religion because every religion has, or every religious faith, rather, has a different creation story, a story of how the universe and the Earth and people came into being. And every faith has its own special accounts of supernatural events, and they differ one from the other. And they are in competition.

And in any case they cannot be boiled down to any kind of a coherent explanation because religious faith is very much a product of human culture. And we can’t really figure out just what we are or what our meaning is by introspection. I’m reminded of the statement that Darwin made in one of his notebooks, which was that the mind, consciousness, cannot be taken by direct assault. We cannot imagine what we are inside by thinking about it alone. And it hadn’t been really dented very well by philosophy. I like to say that most of philosophy, which is a declining and highly endangered academic species, incidentally, consists of failed models of how the brain works. So students going into philosophy have to learn what Descartes thought and then after a long while why that’s wrong and what Schopenhauer might have thought and what Kant might of thought or did think. But they cannot go on from that position and historical examination of the nature of humanity to what it really is and how we might define it. So by default the explanation of meaning, of humanity, falls to science and we are making progress, if I might speak for science.

And it’s from five disciplines, and I’ll take just a moment to tell you what they are and it will make sense as to why, not all of science is whole by any means, which is developing exponentially in the creation of knowledge faster and faster, but from a particular set of the disciplines within science, and I’m going to name them. As I approach that I’ll say you cannot get the answer from astrophysicists. There are astrophysicists glad to try to explain to you rhetorically in some way or other what the meaning of humanity is and what their studies of astrophysics tells us about the significance of humanity. Forget it. They can’t possibly tell you, nor just astronomers, nor just chemists, nor just my own colleagues, molecular biologists. They’re too far removed from the subject to make any sensible thing about the meaning of human existence.

Well, what are the disciplines? And if you look at these disciplines as I’ve done, and I’ve actually worked as a researcher in a couple, you have to know what the contributions are of evolutionary biology. That is biology seen in a historical context going all the way back millions of years to the origin of the human species. And then another one, another science of course is paleontology, which segues as we come closer to modern humanity and the invention of agriculture and the birth of the Neolithic period turns into archaeology. So archaeology and paleontology, which are on a different time scale, is the other discipline, a second discipline. And a third, of course, and everybody would know about this now because it’s progressing so rapidly in so many ways is brain science. And then coming out of brain science or running parallel to it and trading with it and depending upon it and driving from it we turn now to a more technology subject, and that is artificial intelligence. And with artificial intelligence is the fifth, robotics.

Robotics is so important, as Hollywood has now glommed onto, knowing a good story when they see one, robotics includes, of course, the notion of studying the mind in perfecting artificial intelligence, and more than that; creating what the artificial intelligence and robotics people call whole brain emulation. That is using robots as avatars and creating robots that are by design an imitation of what we know about the brain more and more like humans. All those five disciplines together making bridges here and there are beginning to tell us what the meaning of humanity is. It’s the product of a grand epic. And it’s the full story of humanity. And we’re just beginning to draw it in clarity. And let me just add to that why leaving out history of the whole human species, genetic as well as cultural, you have no chance whatsoever in defining the meaning of human existence because history, that goes back essentially to the origin of literacy, history makes no sense without prehistory. That is to say the biological evolution that’s led up to the human condition at the beginning of history. And prehistory in turn, is a study of our ancestors going right back into the animal kingdom, makes no sense without biology. So we have to have a constant building of concatenation of ideas and information discipline to discipline across scales of the totality of the human population and scales of time going back actually millions of years to our early pre-human ancestors and then forward it to the era of cultural evolution. And then we will have the story of humanity. And then we will not ask in a quizzical manner, “What is the meaning of life? What is the meaning of human existence?” We will have our answers.

Directed / Produced by Jonathan Fowler, Elizabeth Rodd, and Dillon Fitton


The seminar tonight “Evolution of Humans and Robotics (Views on the Co-Evolution of Humans and Machines)” covered the current and historical designs in animal motion robotics, AD/DA digital encoding, the emergence of the NooSphere (biosphere, cryosphere… and so on)  which literally means, “mind-sphere”. We briefly covered covered the book “The Singularity is Near – 2045A.D (When Humans Transcend Biology)” by Ray Kurzweil, super-evolution machines, “Super-Intelligence (Paths, Dangers & Strategies)” by Nick Bostrom and looked at the Four scenarios for the future of Human and Machine-kind.

1. Terminator; 2. The Pripyat; 3. The Amped; 4. The “Teddy”.

  1. Terminator; e.g. drone wars, DAARPA, S.H.A.F.T humanoid
  2. The Pripyat; e.g. a massive incident occurs where urban areas (such as Chernobyl) are cleared of humanity and the eco-system regains a foothold, encroaches and takes-over eroding human civilisation. e.g. WALL-E, neo-Luddite, Life in the Woods” – Waldon.
  3. The Amped; Daniel H. Wilson, enhanced humanity, technological enhancement and augmentation, medical improvements of current human model e.g. deep brain stimulation of Parkinson’s patients, amputee prosthetics, BIONIC Olympics, exoskeletons.
  4. The “Teddy”; Kubrik’s AI (Artificial Intelligence), assisting robots, SIRI Apple App, films such as; Robot & Frank, Her, ex_MACHINA…

Nano-technology/nano-robotics (I mentioned “black cloud” a Michael Crichton book)

Ray Kurzweil – immortality via robotic/technological enhancement.

Algorithmic Regulation:
Server farms run by massive corporations; ownership of data; GCHQ; Evgeny Morozov ~ “To Save Everything Click Here”; Android Apps make all your personal data available to a corporation, all IP taken by corporations and State.

The devices may have operations we have no control over.


The Black Box “Today we need to understand to process of tech’ evaluation given that we are experiencing the deep opacity of contemporary techniques” – Bernard Stiegler

Paul spoke about his artist interventions such as Wreck-shops ~ up cycling old tech to make art; Eppur – Si – Muove (And Still It Moves) dynamic autonomy.




On the 27th January 1915, one hundred years ago, over 10,000 workers, led by the Red Clydeside, went on strike in protest of the sub standard working conditions and pay that the munitions workers had to suffer.

This prompted parliament to pass the Munitions Act of 1915 which made it illegal for anyone to leave their job if they were working in aid of the war effort.

The protestors raised the red flag – Y Faner Goch! First used to represent the socialist and communist movement in Merthyr Tydfil (during the Merthyr Rising) June 1st 1831.


a year earlier the abusive treatment of workers started the fall of British rule in Ireland and around that time the Treorchy miners were assaulted by the military on orders from Churchill at  Westminster.



I attended a march with my youngest son earlier this evening.

National News media webpage WALES Online contains latest newspaper edition of the story and further photo gallery of our UNITED VALLEYS ACTION GROUP opencast protest.

Around 60 protesters headed to Caerphilly County Borough Council’s headquarters in a bid to stop plans for an open cast coal mine. A mocked-up court trial was held by protectors who are demanding action to stop the death of the valleys.

United Valleys Action Group Nant Llesg Protectors turned out for the mock ‘trial’ at Caerphilly County Borough Council’s Ty Penallta headquarters aiming to stop the plan which would destroy the historic moorland, the CADW listed Dowlais free drainage system, remove Rhas Las pond an important arctic avian migration route and remove the top of mountain in the Rhymney Valley close to the village of Fochriw.

Miller Argent says their project, would see six to nine million tonnes of coal mined over a period of 17 years, and would bring several jobs to the area. However, campaigners have stated that a Net loss of jobs, predominantly those of women employed in nearby factories that would never be recovered.

Neighbouring cosmetics firm Richards & Appleby, which employs 140 local people, has said it would have to move its manufacturing department if the opencast goes ahead because of the pollution.

The plans have been met with strong opposition , and 5,793 objection letters were presented to the council in October by locals who are concerned about the environmental impact the mine would have, as well as the amount of coal dust and pollution it would create.

The campaigners gathered around the council headquarters at Penallta House, in Ystrad Mynach. The protest featured caricatures of a judge and barristers and vicar, with the Grim Reaper attending a coffin and a noose.

Member of the community John Hughes, who lives 600 metres from the proposed site, was one of those taking part in the procession.

He said: “The plans would see the company digging a hole hundreds of metres deep which would lead to so much dust, noise and pollution.

“The council is always urging us to be green and talking about the benefits that this has, but this opencast would have the opposite affect on us all.”

Fochriw resident Eddy Blanche has decided to run as an Independent Parliamentary candidate, and made an impassioned speech

Eddy Blanche delivers his first political speech 
as an Independent Parliamentary candidate for Rhymney 
and Merthyr Tydfil. Well Done Ed', a very honest, 
heartfelt speech.

Ecologist Jim Davies has studied the impact the opencast plans would have on local wildlife.

He said: “This mine would see the end of Rhas Las Pond, which is actually a key site for birds migrating from the Arctic down to Africa.”

“We feel that you can’t mess with this delicately balanced environment as it harms the whole ecosystem and we shouldn’t risk that.”

Caerphilly County Borough Council’s decision on the application is imminent, but no official date has been set for a vote as yet.

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Lobbying and Direct Action Resources.


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A really well written piece, very quotable.

Joie de Vivre or Fear Reality?

Posted: January 26, 2015 in Uncategorized

Love Is A Revolutionary Practice.


“She wanted to live, and live fully, and to give life, she who loved life! What was the good of existing, if you couldn’t give yourself?” Emile Zola

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by Creston Davis

One of the ubiquitous challenges in life is maturing from infantile dependence to adult independence.  This doesn’t mean our destiny is to become completely autonomous from one another, arising to the apex found in the fantasy of absolute individuality. Becoming adult doesn’t mean we somehow find our lives outside society.  We must balance out mature independence with our social responsibilities.  Aristotle helps put things into perspective when he famously wrote “Man is by nature a social animal….Society is something that precedes the individual.  Anyone who either cannot lead the common life or is so self-sufficient as not to need to, and therefore does not partake of society, is either a beast or a god” (Politics).

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Black Sabbath’s ‘Black Sabbath’: A Gloss on Heavy Metal’s Originary Song / Nicola Masciandaro

Born out of awe for Heavy Metal’s bottomless significance and the conviction that intellectual understanding, however precise, is only a shadow of the real understanding of direct conscious experience, this essay draws form and inspiration from the essentially phenomenological methods of the medieval gloss. Whereas much contemporary intellectual discourse says so much that it silences the thing itself and whereas much contemporary artistic representation says so little that it becomes merely and mutely a thing, the medieval gloss both preserves the independence of the thing it speaks about and creates itself as an independently speaking thing. This balance between text and context, subject and object, derives from the essentially relational nature of the gloss. The gloss does not come at you like a monolithic thesis or sword-Logos born from a sperm whale’s forehead. The gloss comes towards you like a human being, hypothetical, curious, speaking your language. Formed of the accumulated impressions of innumerable actions and reactions to the text, the gloss accomplishes nothing and so becomes capable of everything. As waves are to the stones that caused them, the gloss is to what it glosses, spreading out in unending uniqueness from the page’s unmarkable center, giving witness to depths the undisturbed surface cannot.
The gloss thus materializes phenomenological consciousness, as expressed and enacted in Gaston Bachelard’s description of the reverberation of the poetic image: “Through this reverberation, by going immediately beyond all psychology or psychoanalysis, we feel a poetic power rising naïvely within us. After the original reverberation, we are able to experience resonances, sentimental repercussions, reminders of our past. But the image has touched the depths before it stirs the surface. And this is also true of a simple experience of reading. The image offered us by reading the poem now becomes really our own. It takes root in us. It has been given us by another, but we begin to have the impression that we could have created it, that we should have created it. It becomes a new being in our language, expressing us by making us what it expresses; in other words, it is at once a becoming of expression, and a becoming of our being. Here expression creates being.” That these words also give expression to what every headbanging metalhead experiences, the becoming of their own being through a kind of musical possession that is both a loss or death of self and the self-possession or birth of a greater self, points to continuities between the experience of Heavy Metal, the practice of glossing, and phenomenology that ask for articulation.

The opening stanza of Metallica’s ‘Whiplash’ comes to mind:

“Late at night all systems go / You have come to see the show / We do our best / You’re the rest / You make it real you know / There is a feeling deep inside / That drives you fuckin’ mad / A feeling of a hammerhead / You need it oh so bad.”

The listener realizes the music as a force rising within their own being, a being within being that demands expression through ritual destruction of one’s own head, the auto-decapitation or self-martyrdom of the self seeking simultaneous release from and deeper entry into the world. The glossator similarly makes the text real through an act that both defaces and recreates it. Running towards the text by running away from it, the gloss discovers a text within the text, a deeper word spoken by neither author or reader but something both within and among them, a new authority. The gloss, being only more words, neither contains nor expresses this word. Rather, the deeper word that the gloss reveals exists in the silence between the gloss and its text, a word within the spaces between words. Here we find the real function of the gloss, not to explain the text, but to multiply explanation and signification fractally, to generate more and more verbal and visual enclosures within which the unexplainable is brought into presence. Secretly, the excessive, decentering, unending speech of the gloss multiplies silence, revealing it to be, not the absence of speech, but the real presence of what cannot be explained, a silent word, so to speak. The fruit of interpretation, to employ the medieval metaphor, is not merely understanding, but the direct conscious experience of mysterious things that understanding produces.
Heavy Metal and glossing thus both have the character of a conjuration. At their best, this conjuration becomes an incarnation, evoking the presence of a person, not a being brought from somewhere else, but someone who has been there all along. The importance of this phenomenon to Heavy Metal is inscribed in its very origins, in the legendary mystical “fifth member” of Black Sabbath, who gave Heavy Metal to the world in 1969. The silent, invisible presence of the person, which materializes in the space where forgetfulness and intense activity intersect, is the victory of signification, the moment when signification produces direct consciousness of what cannot be signified, when the world ceases to be a thing and becomes a person. We have now arrived at a perspective from which the intersecting deep desires of Heavy Metal, glossing, and phenomenology, their shared teleological needs, are brought into view. All express an irreligious spiritual longing to go beyond images, words, concepts, and values to the reality of things themselves. The problem with all of these things is not that they are false, but that they are signs, vehicles of consciousness that simultaneously express and frustrate it, forever interposing themselves between the self and the world. What makes these three arts truly fucking awesome is that they fight against and break this condition of impasse through the whole-hearted acceptance of it, a loving of the enemy of the sign that makes art truly intellectual and intellectual activity truly artistic.

Heavy Metal, glossing, and phenomenology all enact deep frustrations with language and representation via excess language and representation: the slippery self-contradictory language of phenomenology that promises clear apprehension of experience of things themselves, the self-multiplying cross-referential signs of the gloss that promise unitary total significance, the unintelligible too-loud too-fast sounds of Heavy Metal that promise. . .

This sentence cannot be completed not only because Heavy Metal is music, the purpose of which is far from clear, but because Heavy Metal is excessively and extremely music, sound breaking beyond music, the apotheosis of expression into pure gesture, the essence of sentences, pure punctuation. But the last thing this essay I want to do is write the sentence that explains the essence of Heavy Metal. The only thing I want to do is write all of them, to follow the bottomless significance of Heavy Metal into bottomlessness itself. The essay is doomed, futile, but how full of the infinite joys of intimate friendship with the futility of all things!{Rain . . . Thunder . . . Bells . . . Metal!}


The sound of the rain drowns and darkens the world. Hearing the water we already know that it is late, that we are not where we should be. For a moment this lateness is veiled by the lame lateness of the familiar midnight storm gothic trope, the cultural belatedness of the adolescent and kitsch. But how did it get dark? We have already passed through this critical veil and are looking back at it from the inside. Our thinking has already been destroyed by what we see and believe. It is late. It is dark. We are where we want to be. Hearing the rolling thunder, late becomes early. Chronological time becomes mythical time as the liminal hour opens a space around a point outside of time, a point of origin.

Thunder speaks from the beginning: “he ordered fog and clouds to take their place, and thunder, that would stir the hearts of men” (Ovid, Metamorphoses, I.54-55).

But it calls towards the end: “he thundered, calling us hence to return to him in that secret place” (Augustine, Confessions, IV.12).


Not in time, but when the voice of thunder becomes human, the echoing question of the being who answers it as thunder itself, earthly thunder striking the gods, seizing in a moment a place outside of time. “At that moment in one of the intervals of profound darkness, following the flashes, a voice was heard at his side; and almost at the same instant a volley of thunder peals rolled overhead. “‘Who’s there?’ ‘Old Thunder!’ said Ahab, groping his way along the bulwarks to his pivot-hole, but suddenly finding his path made plain to him by elbowed lances of fire” (Moby Dick, ch.119). Thunder calls forth bells, nature art, answering the storm’s question by repeating it, setting off a reverberation through AC/DC’s “Hell’s Bells,” Metallica’s “For Whom the Bell Tolls,” and beyond. Medieval church bells drove off storms and the demons who stirred them. “And this is the cause why the bells be rung when it thundereth, and when great tempests and outrages of weather happen, to the end that the fiends and the evil spirits should be abashed and flee, and cease of the moving of tempests” (Jacobus de Voragine, Legenda Aurea, LXX).

Heavy Metal bells stir men to dance with summoned demons, to sacrifice the sacred and perfect the profane, to feast on the corpses of dead values and drink the dawning of the real. “Come Centaur / Those who prance to the Hymns of Truth / Come join us” (Morbid Angel, “Invocation of the Continual One,” Formulas Fatal to the Flesh).

The peal of the origin touches the end of time. Ouroboros. The judgement of apocalypse invites the jubilation of apocatastasis!

THREE NOTES: low, high, and the tertium quid. Verba, res, and significatio (“there am I in the midst of them” Matt 18:20). Earth, heaven, and what joins them. Lightning. Yggdrasil. Axis Mundi. Skambha. The Epic Monolith. You know it when you hear it. What is this


before the question, the essence of questioning, the question of existence. The first word of the first line of the first song of the first album of Heavy Metal attacks the world with a question. Before the question is articulated it preexists in its first word, what, a word that speaks without signification, which points, not to a thing, but to pure something. Before the song says anything it names what exists “before” saying. What is this? Ignorant, we use words like world and life as if we know what they signify, as if they capture the this that stands before us. Fracturing the façade of habitual, unexamined notions, the question renames the world as unknown, returning us to its origins. Does the world exist before the song begins, before the first word of its question? In a sense, no.


as a what, the first word reveals the world to be, not a thing, but a relation between self and thing. Naming with a question the biggest and most obvious thing that does not and cannot have a name is the most essential, the most natural, the most absolute, and thus the truest instance of this relation. The world’s true name is a question. Truly naming the world is not giving the world a name, which would reduce it to a thing, but a revelation of the world as naming itself. But where does the question come from? Nowhere! The question emerges out of who knows where only to bring into view something that is simultaneously already and not yet there. It calls into presence what is latent, hidden, invisible. The question is the eternal enemy of unconsciousness and the unmaker of its conventionally accepted mask, opinion. Real questioning is the infinitely perfectible pastime of the person hell-bent on staying awake, on paying attention both to what is happening and to what happening is. It almost seems that questioning is consciousness and understanding itself. “Thus a person who wants to understand must question what lies behind what is said. He must understand it as an answer to a question. If we go back behind what is said, then we inevitably ask questions beyond what is said” (Gadamer, Truth and Method, 370).

Here questioning, whose heart resides in what, shows its powerful deictic function. It calls attention to the overlooked, to the nearly forgotten, and even more palpably, to the reality of the questioner, the self itself. Announcing and attending upon itself with a question, Heavy Metal enters the world, becomes itself, as a Deictic Art. Through sound and language it awakens awareness of what exceeds sound and language. Cf. the first word of Beowulf, “Hwæt!”

Hear the strain in Ozzy’s voice, like the cry of an already-ancient baby born angry at the absolute affront of existence and the arbitrariness of individuality. How dare there be anything! How dare I exist! “For what is it that I want to say, Lord, except that I do not know where I came from into this dying life, or living death?” (Augustine, Confessions, I.6). “In the Original Unity of the First Thing lies the Secondary Cause of All Things, with the Germ of their Inevitable Annihilation” (Edgar Allen Poe, Eureka). Ahab is not born or made, but made by birth itself. Metal calls us back to beginning and reopens the trauma of being. What is this that stands before me? reenacts the birth of consciousness as a question aimed at existence, as a current that runs from unconsciousness to what is to me.that stands before me?

The question actually produces the world as a situation of interstanding (self and thing standing before each other) that demands understanding. But can what stands before me ever possibly be understood? Of course not. However comprehensively a thing is understood it is only understood through a medium that separates us from what it is. Knowledge is knowledge of what is known, not of the thing itself.


and Heavy Metal plunges us into the hopelessness of all questioning. “All these philosophical explanations are creations of the mind that has never succeeded in passing beyond itself” (Meher Baba, Beams, 7).

But we love this hopelessness, we stand transfixed before the question that has interrupted us, the pounding riff that brings and rebrings things to a halt. Why? We were going somewhere, doing something, but the question stops us in suspicion that we do not know what we are doing, that we do not know who we are (cf. Coleridge, The Rime of the Ancient Mariner). We wanted to be interrupted. The beautiful secret of the hopeless question is that it points back, indeed reproduces, the reality of the questioner. This sense becomes obvious in the next line of the song, but here we are suspended on that fact’s threshold, caught at me?, and thus frozen in the fear that behind the question asked of the world, what is this?, there is a deeper question that has produced the world as its answer and that that question has something do to with us. Here we stand over a beyond opened up by asking what stands before us, a beyond out of which we have sprung as mysteriously as our question. “The unitarian Beyond is an indivisible and indescribable infinity. It seeks to know itself. It is of no use to ask why it does so” (Meher Baba, Beams, 8).


Heavy Metal manifests itself more practically as the friend of reality and the sworn enemy of values, isms, fads, religions, collective egos, systems, parties, movements, tribes, societies, clubs, cults, and especially all feel-good white-guilt hippie-shit whereby the self lays claim to rather than realizes the real. Heavy Metal is born out of that craving for the real which can hold it in a death-embrace, even if it turns out to be nothing at all. Figure in black which points at me


at the questioner, as if to say, “You want to know what I am, but you do not know what you are!” Cf. “BARNARDO: Who’s there? FRANCISCO: Nay, answer me. Stand and unfold yourself” (Shakespeare, Hamlet, 1.1.1-2). The point is not to determine the identity of the figure in black, but to feel its pointing,to experience the treason of the question, as it turns back on oneself and opens up more dark space within it, within the inky term that the pointing repeats and reflects, within me.

The figure in black mirrors the one who questions it as a shrouded, self-blind being who questions what is outside himself in an attempt to point to himself, to the unseen being that is always looking for and staring back at itself.

The question, ostensibly about what, is unconsciously about who. Out of the depths of the self, the question tries to bring the self into consciousness. But how can who be brought into view? To reveal and know identity palpably, as a thing that can be pointed to, would seem to reduce the self to a thing, to reify who as a what. But there is no other way. We are caught at the impasse of seeing what we have questioned pointing back to what we cannot see in ourselves. The mysterious what confronting me seems to be a who, it has a human shape, it recognizes me and knows who I am, yet it is not a person, much less an individual, but only a figure, a depth created by hollowness. The only way through is to accept the confounded boundary between who and what embodied in the black figure and run headlong, following the pattern of the already-given consciousness-making cosmos-machine, into the what, to keep asking, with Sleep’s heavy pounding, “What is the soul? What is the mind? Constructed?” (“The Suffering,” ,Volume One).


feeling the question echoing back on himself, is drawn to mirror and materialize the figure conjured within his music in himself by wearing black. Unlike the clerical black of the intellectual which says “I stand outside the world, being more abstract, critical, and smarter than you,” and unlike the similarly adult black of the sophisticate which says, “I stand above the world, being more powerful, elegant, and urban than you,” the black of the metalhead is adolescent and funereal, communicating a problematical immersion in the world rather than elite transcendence of it. Heavy Metal black displays the mystery and mortality of its wearer. It represents an attempt, however imperfect, to renounce identity and revel in the unknowable and unnamable. “But I have that within which passes show, / These but the trappings and the suits of woe” (Hamlet, 1.2.85-6). Black denies externality, reminding us that “Matter is understood through the mind or the intellect working upon data given through the different senses, but Spirit can be understood only through the spirit itself” (Meher Baba, Discourses, I.135).


made to face oneself in the mirror of question and answer, the spirit is caught at its own threshold and we flee. This is not Tintern Abbey, where the “burthen of the mystery . . . Is lighten’d” and “we are laid asleep / In body, and become a living soul” (Wordsworth, “Tintern Abbey,” 39-46).

This is Heavy Metal Abbey, where the mystery-burden becomes unbearable and we have no idea who we are or what to do, where the “I” is elided and we do not know who is speaking! Turn around quick, and start to run

Simultaneously spoken by the singer to the narrator (get out of there), the narrator to the singer (get out of here), the narrator to himself (I need to save myself), and the singer to us (save yourselves), the line is a disembodied imperative to go who knows where that leaves no where to go. The only person in the song’s fiction who could reasonably be said to have spoken them, because they are spoken to the speaker, is the black figure who does not say anything. So the line voices fear as the translation of silence into a command, whereby the silence pointing to oneself is misinterpreted as an order to run the other way.


Fear is a form of ego-centered self-created suffering that simultaneously acknowledges and fails to accept the other, including the otherness of one’s own self. “Fear acts as a thick curtain between the ‘I’ and the ‘you’ and it not only nourishes deep distrust of the other, but inevitably brings about a shrinking and withdrawal of consciousness so as to exclude the being of another from the context of one’s own life” (Meher Baba, Discourses, II.68).

The pain of fear is the pain of answering “Who am I?” falsely, the auto-violence of the person refusing to become something else, the person afraid to die. Unlike pop music, which expresses real fear, Heavy Metal enjoys fear to make friends with the real, above all, the reality of annihilation: “Face the fear that grips your mind, / The final conflict – the end of mankind” (Bolt Thrower, “This Time it’s War,” The IVth Crusade). And unlike horror movies, which try to intensify fear, Heavy Metal thrives on inverting fear, on making moments where fear’s negative, worried sense of what might happen is transmuted into the excited expectation that something feared is about to happen, and there is nothing you can do. The acoustic intro that you know will not last (e.g. Metallica’s “Fight Fire with Fire“) is but the outermost layer of an aesthetics of inevitability that pervades Metal, a disembodied perspective that speaks prophetically from the other side of fear: “An unforseen future nestled somewhere in time. / Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs. / Judgment day the second coming arrives. / Before you see the light you must die” (Slayer, “South of Heaven,” South of Heaven)!!!!!!!Find out I’m the chosen one – Oh no!


the weirdness of being someone. The elided “I” now reappears as a monstrous uniqueness. Running from what points to him, he discovers himself, and it is not easy. The “chosen one” prophesied in the Dead Sea Scrolls 4Q534? Of course not. Among other things, he’s missing the red hair, moles, and marks on his thighs. He is Everyman, the universal individual, the everywhere-encountered person selected by their own singularity, the chosen one. Why are you you and me me? Nothing explains this. The absolute arbitrariness of the fact feels like a glitch in the system, an abyss the world will fall into. Oh No! Heavy Metal individualism is fundamentally different from, and opposed to, bourgeois individualism, which believes in freedom from history and the respectability of being someone. It goes beyond individualism as a value to the reality of being an individual, which is something infinitely more beautiful and horrible. Metal celebrates the individual – “Got no religion / Don’t need no friends” – but it spreads it feast, Bosch-like, in apocalyptic zones: “I’ve seen the future / And I’ve left it behind” (Black Sabbath, “Supernaut,” Volume 4).

The soldier’s death and the sinner’s punishment are among its essential tropes, complementary spaces where individualized being is destroyed and disclosed. “Soldier boy, made of clay / now an empty shell” (Metallica, “Disposable Heroes,” Master of Puppets).

“Day of judgment God is calling / On their knees, the war pigs crawling / Begging mercy for their sins / Satan laughing spreads his wings / Oh Lord yeah!” (Black Sabbath, “War Pigs,” Paranoid).

Metal’s interest in these moments passes their moral meanings to touch the metaphysical traumas they define. The injustice of war and the justice of damnation are fine messages, but Metal goes beyond messages into the more important subject of what happens. And what happens here is


not simply as the end of living but as a mutual breakdown of history and the individual, a collapsing of self and world into each other that calls the whole mess into question and brings the self into a beautiful suspension between life and death, yes and no. For inside the “Oh yes!” that Heavy Metal’s “Oh no!” elicits – “You thought that it was all over, / But it’s only just begun” (Bolt Thrower, “Embers,” The IVth Crusade ) – there is a little door into that mircocosmic apocalypse that fools fear and that the wise, in their infinite foolishness, know how to enjoy. “Sniper blazes you thru your knees / Falling down can you feel the heat” (Slayer, “Mandatory Suicide,” South of Heaven). It’s obvious: Heavy Metal is negative theology, with a beat.Big black shape with eyes of fire{TC \l5 “}


The central instance of the threefold appearance of the figure (figure, shape, Satan) assumes a form that synthesizes the other two and so contains a triple significance that, like all significance, is buried in the unknowability of the form that contains it. Transparently, the fiery-eyed figure is three things at once. One: the enlightened person, who passes through darkness to become light. “That the intellect reach union with the divine light and become divine in the state of perfection, this dark contemplation must first purge and annihilate it of its natural light and bring it actually into obscurity” (John of the Cross, The Dark Night, 9.3). “I pray we could come to this darkness so far above light! If only we lacked sight and knowledge so as to see, so as to know, unseeing and unknowing, that which lies beyond all vision and knowledge” (Pseudo-Dionysius, The Mystical Theology, ch. 2). “Never did the eye see the sun unless it had first become sun-like, and never can the Soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful” (Plotinus, Enneads, 1.6.9). Two: a phenomenological literalization of the human eye as the lucerna corporis that, at once containing and emitting the being within the body, fuses subject, object, and will. “And of the organs they first contrived the eyes to give light . . . and the pure fire which is within us and related thereto they made to flow through the eyes in a stream smooth and dense” (Plato, Timaeus, 45b). “[In vision] three things, although diverse in nature, are tempered together into a kind of unity; that is, the form of the body which is seen, and the image of it impressed on the sense, which is vision or sense informed, and the will of the mind which applies the sense to the sensible thing, and retains the vision itself in it” (Augustine, De Trinitate, 11.2.5). Three: a dark version of the son of man as envisioned in the Revelation of John. “His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire” (Rev 1:14). The coincidence of these meanings, an intuited musico-mystical unity of which the passages cited are only flickering shadows cast by the light of understanding, is a form whose name may be translated as


Holding this name up to the mirror of nomina sunt consequentia rerum reproduces the big black shape as a correlative triple reflection. First, a happy being who masters desire by following the infinity of desire beyond desire to infinity itself. Cf. “For all that is beneth Him sufficeth not us. And this is the cause why that no soule is restid till it is nowted of all things that is made” (Julian of Norwich, Shewings, ch.5). Second, desire personified as an essentially ocular being, the eyes being the “perilous mirror” (see Romance of the Rose) or primary projector, receiver, and reflector of love. Cf. “It is your eyes. They looked into my eyes; and that look went deep into my bowels and kindled consuming fire in the marrow of my bones” (Apuleius, The Golden Ass, 10.3). Third, an evil being that seeks out and feeds upon desire’s blindness. Cf. “The Eye was rimmed with fire, but was itself glazed, yellow as a cat’s, watchful and intent, and the black slit of its pupil opened on a pit, a window into nothing” (J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring, 379).

The line thus signifies a voice that speaks simultaneously from within desire’s flame and from the void behind it. Telling people their desire
This is frightening. To hear one’s desire spoken by another and to know it as the desire of others, their desire, disrupts the comfort of enchanted, unconscious identification with desire. “The soul gets enmeshed in the desires and cannot step out of the circumscribed individuality constituted by these desires. It imagines these barriers and becomes self-hypnotised” (Meher Baba, Discourses, I.36). If other than desire, what am I? Hearing my desire spoken by another – “I know what you want” being the logical essence of temptation, a representation of the desired by someone else – proposes choice about my identification with it. Do I use the other to confirm or to question my identification with desire? Do I (saying yes to the black shape) extend my self-hypnosis to another and dissolve myself? Or do I (saying no) assert my self as an individual distinct from desire and open myself? The question of the black shape’s telling is not whether you want what is spoken, of course you do, the question is whether you want the you that wants it. How the “people” in the scene choose is a mystery, an indeterminacy, masked by the appearance of Satan.Satan’s sitting there, he’s smiling


presides over them, indeed, is a presence produced among them, as a being with a double aspect. His smile is at once the mocking smile of the tempter as a person that appears near the loss of individuality through desire’s hypnotization and the happy smile of the inspirer as a person, like Black Sabbath’s Fifth Member, that appears near the manifestation of individuality through creative, free action. Depending on intention, either choice can produce either aspect, or both! The moment of Satan’s appearance is of tremendous significance, not only for the the meaning of the song but for the subsequent history of Heavy Metal, and most importantly, its future. As the moment concerns the appearance and disappearance of individuality, both within the drama of desire and within Satan’s own emerging (Satan/Lucifer being not only an original individual but the only individual named in Metal’s original album), so does it operate as an originary moment within each individual’s relationship to Heavy Metal. How many links to the genre have been forged, consciously and unconsciously, in the momentary imagination of Satan’s smile! So also is this a moment to which Metal must return to reproduce its newness, to rediscover its generic individuality. At stake in our understanding of Satan’s appearance is nothing less than the essence of Heavy Metal and the structure of every individual relationship to it. What the true meaning of this moment is, I cannot tell you. If you know it, you know why. What I can do is describe the three essential features of the poetic image through which its true meaning may be discovered. First, the appearance of Satan is only the recognition that he has been there all along, as registered in the singer’s words, which imply that he has seen him before he describes him. Second, the line alliterates, conspicuously, the only one that does – an individualized irruption of the native, the pagan, in an externally derived form. The letter S corresponds to the serpent, the sound ES is the primitive root for being (Latin esse, Sanskrit sat, Greek ousia). Third, the smile, the smile, the smile. Watch those flames get higher and higher


Within the experience of spectacle, the command to watch, the will to watch, and the act of watching are indistinguishable. Whether anybody tells you to, whether you want to, whether you think you are, you are already watching (Cf.. the story of Alypius in Augustine’s Confessions, 6.7-8). Spectacle thus has the structure of consciousness itself, in which all perception is “preceded” by the observation of perception, by the ontological preexistence, acknowledged or not, of a witness (hear the sound of the monks nodding?), by a someone who is the subject of consciousness, an unseen seer. That is what makes spectacle beautiful and dangerous, that is reproduces the structure of consciousness in dramatic, experiential form and so seems to offer the spectator his very self.


is primal and universal spectacle, fire being not only what joins earth and heavens through Agni’s triple form (fire, lightning, sun) but, as light’s maker, the means of spectacle itself. Fire-reverie (vide Bachelard) takes place within the fact that it is watching oneself watch the flame. Flame, opening the boundary between spirit and matter, helps its seer see seeing without infinite regress and thus transcend it, becoming a Seer, one who knows directly, who sees things as they really are, things themselves (vide Husserl). Seeing into the fire, Fu Hsi finds the I-Ching. This is because the self, being neither spirit nor matter, recognizes itself and finds a friend in the fire, which makes being with oneself, and thus intuition, easier.


is never easy. And in the flash of an eye, Ozzy’s voice breaks, scrying becomes crying, reverie hell. Seeing into the essence of all things burns all things up in their essence. “This world-order, the same of all, no god nor man did create, but it ever was and is and will be: everliving fire, kindling in measures and being quenched in measures” (Heraclitus DK22B30).

True seeing burns the eye, the thing that cannot see itself. “The lesion in her eye was there to confirm the truth of her vision” (Guibert of Nogent, Memoirs, I.24). True knowing destroys the I, the self that cannot know itself. “That is the Truth. That is the Self. Thou art That” (Chandogya Upanisad, VI.8.7).

The leaping of the flames is the beginning of the end. The end is the death of the false self. The death of the false self is the beginning of real life. “The conquest of the unconscious by the conscious is complete, and the person continually dwells in the full blaze of illumination or as one with illumination. He becomes illumination itself” (Meher Baba, Discourses, I.41).


This new beginning is not represented, not because it does not happen, but because it cannot be re-presented. The beginning, corresponding in the song’s time-structure to the ever-happening about-to-happen moment when the flames reach their borne unbearable height, happens outside of time. Rather than being figured or signified, which would reduce the beginning to something else, an event after the ending, the beginning is contained experientially as its own unrepresentability, in its being within the accelerating, unfinishing ending that is represented. (Heavy Metal, of course, is wholly addicted to such scenes of ending). The beginning’s being-within-ending is its truth, that which makes it an actual beginning, not a beginning in time, but a beginning from time.Oh no, no, please God help me! This is the


its real beginning, not where it starts, but the place where it takes leave of time, where it takes off. The line holds this beginning, in the form of a suspension before the song’s actual speeding up, in two forms. First, the repetition of no, like the neti neti of Advaita Vedanta, asserts the reality of a being that survives all subtraction and negation, a self within the person that can witness its execution. Cf. the disembodied vision produced in us by Slayer’s “On my wall, your head!” (“Piece by Piece,” Reign in Blood). Second, the tone of Ozzy’s voice here approaches the whimpering of the damned, an unmaking of the person that discloses the babyishness of its separative ego-mind. Cf. the possessiveness mocked by Metallica’s “Someone help me / Oh please God help me / They are trying to take it all away” (“Ride the Lightning,” Ride the Lightning). This conjunction of terrified apophatic speaking and psychic infant sacrifice produces, through a kind of logospasmic birth-pang, the real presence of the true I, the present-tense being that resolves and transcends the distinction between God and me. The horrible, the unimaginable, the impossible happens, keeps on happening, and I am there to see it, to speak it. Watching what cannot happen, what ends all happening, happen, awakens the one who sleeps on the other side of happening. “At the point you perceive the irreparability of the world, at that point it is transcendent” (Agamben, The Coming Community, 104).


of the tripartite riff consolidates the transcendence of this encounter. On the one hand it means that nothing has happened. We are burned alive and everything is as it was before. On the other hand, it means that everything has happened, that we have stepped into the reality of what has always already happened. What is this reality? Nothing! The final repetition reestablishes the nothingness of happening. But this is a momentous nothingness, a nothing that turns out to be everything. Knowing the nothingness of happening is knowing all happening, just as hearing real silence is hearing all sound. This is the deep identity that repetition reenacts, the unity of opposites in non-duality, silence and sound equaling each other in their own infinite self-equivalence.Is it the end my friend?


As all friendship carries death within it as a future transmuted into a past – “everything that we inscribe in the living present of our relation to others already carries, always, the signature of memoirs-from-beyond-the-grave” (Jacques Derrida, Memoires of Paul De Man, 29) – so does dying express perfect friendship as a renunciation of the present: “Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends” (John 15:13). Friendship is the inconclusiveness of the forgone conclusion of death. It is the life that is lived, not before death, but within it, within questioning the end, within experiencing the end as a question. Is this all? Of course not. Look up. Intuitively, we have already climbed the sublime signs of the internal rhyme, finding fruits like “the end of friendship is friendship with the end” and “friends end the end of friends.”


The emergence of friendship, the immanence of the end, the speeding up of the song, Satan’s impending arrival – everything combines to define an intensification rooted in being itself. This is the delight, the exuberance, that the Deictic Art produces, the amplification of this that being close to the end enables. “Only in the purely negative register of this being-for-death, when it experiences the most radical impossibility, can Dasein reach its ownmost proper dwelling place and comprehend itself as a totality” (Agamben, Language and Death, 1-2).

The essence of deixis is that it defines an originary unity of action and representation, being and speaking, that more than demonstrating something demonstrates demonstrating, the marvelous fact of its own taking place. So here the action and the representation of it, mirroring the action itself, are being overtaken by the immediacy, the urgency of their happening. So here pleasure is a pleasure in action itself, in action as the amplifier of being. “For since everything which exists desires its own being, and in acting the agent’s being is in some sense enhanced [quodammodo amplietur], of necessity pleasure ensues” (Dante, De Monarchia, I.13). So this scene of acceleration, of panic, becomes archetypal within Heavy Metal.Satan’s coming ‘round the bend


Within the aesthetics of inevitability governing the genre, acceleration occupies the position of inevitable occurrence or stepping into what must happen. The “secret power” of Heavy Metal is that it transforms the inevitable, the essence of necessity (you must run or you will die), into an aesthetic necessity and so enacts power over it, in short, over death. A Metal band that does not deliver the inevitable, and consequently creates no panic, is impotent. The rhetorical equivalent of Heavy Metal acceleration is the historical present, the shift to present tense discourse, classically, within battle scenes in epic poetry. Acceleration is Metal’s musical tense, a sonic intensification that produces the presence of the present. Like the historical present, it not merely a matter of lending vividness or verisimilitude to a represented event. It is about reentering the presentness, the presence of happening, slaying the distinction between representation and represented so that it dies in the reality of the actual and only present, the now. This is a fulfillment of art’s promise of being, that “the work of art does not simply refer to something, because what it refers to is actually there” (Gadamer, The Relevance of the Beautiful, 35). This is Metallica’s instruments becoming weapons as Hetfield leads the charge: “Attack! / Bullets are flying / People are dying / With madness surrounding, / All hell’s breaking loose” (Metallica, “No Remorse,” Kill ‘Em All).


The link between battle and Metal’s sonic inevitable goes beyond appropriateness. For each discloses the nature of the other as a confrontation with something greater than both, a facing of the plain-as-day fact that exceeds representation, an experience of the thing itself. As battle is an event marked by the death of representation, one in which conceptual categories are hacked open and happening is felt in its most raw, naked negativity as an undetermined determination, so Metal is an art that aims to kill representation, to slay music itself, show sound for the noise it is, and thereby hear the inexorable, ineffable music of wyrd or what happens. Metal does this, not nihilistically, but naively. Like Quixote suddenly decapitating papier mâché Moors at the puppet show (Don Quixote, II.26), Metal destroys representation by realizing it, killing the false with (and within) its own fantasy. { TC\l1″}People running ’cause they’re scared


As the now and the end asymptotically converge and experience is absorbed into the indefinable intersection of panic and exuberance, as we flail about in the finality of the moment and enter the melee of being’s struggle for itself, language contracts to no and no means everything. Dramatically, the line expresses fear becoming futile at its extremity, the perceptual place where refusal and pleading, intention and speech, pass through each other and become something else, the hopeless and thus pure negation of what is already happening, the soon-to-be-silent voice of the victim that speaks as a mere voice, as a speaking-to-itself. This is the drama that spells the death of drama, the scene in which acting ends, the moment when the word belonging to language returns to the word behind language, the voice of voice, the sound of being.The people better go and beware!


The last movement of the song, its apotheosis, achieves significance as an event after language. Here the music, at once the sound of the feared-anticipated event and the event itself, speaks everything that no signified but could not say. It rushes out as a breaking of the silence of language, a speaking of the unsaid, unsayable thing that has been known and denied all along. And now, because we knew and denied it, because we hid behind the lie that we let language tell us, that there was no way to know it, now we get to hear it, and there is no telling what will happen. “And the reaction will be as instantaneous and as various as the reaction of people in a room through which a cobra suddenly and swiftly passes, when some would nervously laugh, some lose control of their bowels and some feel great courage or reasonless hope and joy” (Meher Baba). I am and am not the representation that Heavy Metal is killing. “I was born to be dead / You try and stop me” (Today is the Day, “Mayari,” In the Eyes of God). Hearing the final punctuation, its repetition, and the silence between them, I know three things. It is over. It is never over. It already is.No, no, please, no!


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Cartoonist Martin Rowson on the death of “The Great Moderniser” Abdullah of Saud and the truly dreadful tributes from Tony (‘Tis a pity he’s a whore) Blair and Bullingdon’s finest, David (Call Me Dave) Cameron. Fucking Warmongers and hypocrites All!

Cartoonist Martin Rowson on the death of “The Great Moderniser” Abdullah of Saud.


The sycophantic international ‘grieving’ for this Saudi despot is as sickening as the line up of representatives of repression on the Paris “Je suis Charlie Hebdo” march.
It’s all about the oil and BAe weapons sales, it’s The War Machine in attendance.