Sophomoric? sure. Pretentious? probably. A little too zany? absolutely – but it’s still frickin’ awesomeness: The opening of T.A.Z.
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CHAOS NEVER DIED. Primordial uncarved block, sole worshipful monster, inert & spontaneous, more ultraviolet than any mythology (like the shadows before Babylon), the original undifferentiated oneness-of-being still radiates serene as the black pennants of Assassins, random & perpetually intoxicated.
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No, listen, what happened was this: they lied to you, sold you ideas of good & evil, gave you distrust of your body & shame for your prophethood of chaos, invented words of disgust for your molecular love, mesmerized you with inattention, bored you with civilization & all its usurious emotions.
There is no becoming, no revolution, no struggle, no path; already you’re the monarch of your own skin—your inviolable freedom waits to be completed only by the love of other monarchs: a politics of dream, urgent as the blueness of sky.
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The [Poetic Terrorism] section later on directly inspired Palahniuk’s Fight Club, and many other things. Very sassy. There is nothing like it.
Definitely mondo form. “The whole world can tell a snake from a dragon, but you cannot fool a Zen monk.” – Principia Discordia