GRGR(14) rocket relics

[Terrance F. Flaherty]

295.27: ' Nick De Profundis '
 Clearly a Satanic name; is it really so awful to peddle
Rocket relics?

Stay out of the Tunnel of Love, Father Fagot admonished the
alter boys on the bus to Coney Island. 

Right, but are the peddlers greater sinners than the
tourists here where "categories have been blurred badly" and
Nordic myth has been synthesized with futuristic dreams and
"The Promise of Space Travel;" the possibility of mass death
blended with the joys of tourist consumerism; "post A4
humanity mixed with its secret love? Down we go, adjust your
camera settings to F-ooooo, if you encounter the dead,
"guard your thoughts." "Use the natural balance of your mind
against them. They'll be coming at you off-balance." Psst,
try a helmet, "what you thought was a balanced mind is
little help." "Tannhauserism." Not so rare, a personality
disorder, tradition sez Enzian had his Illumination, that
smell? bleach? Welcome to rocket city, notice the
rocket-works express in their very architecture the marriage
of ancient and modern dreams of Power. Who has designed such
metaphors? Nazi metaphors. A Poet Engineer? Etzel Olsch,
disciple of Albert Speer and descendent of Atilla the Hun.
Cultured men in the service of barbarism. It infects their
very souls. Tourists, voyeurs, skin, surface swimmers, no
deep divers here. Olsch, Speer, designers of gigantic gods
inanimate for the mindless worship of Physical Force: "Etzel
Olsch's genius was to be fatally receptive to imagery
associated with the rocket." Elongated SS insignia; the
double integral and "the ancient rune that stands for the
yew tree, or Death." Parabolas entrance, the symbol of Nazi
technology and the path of the rocket to America. The old
gods of the North and the new gods of mechanical death
blending in these images, mixed with ancient dreams and
modern pleasures: "the elegant Raumwaffe space suit
wardrobe, designed by famous military couturier Heini of
Berlin" and "Space Helmets...fashioned from skulls." Where
are the Titans? Vanished or transformed into tourist
disguises? The dreams of Jules Verne marketed here in the
Coney Island of the future of American Ballistics. "We
choose to go to the Moon." Look, they are going to the moon,
turn on the tube, they are not building rockets of death,
it's a race with the Russians, here they come, grab it, send
them to America, make them heroes, Titans, look you
"burlesque crowds..just look..." Buy something from De
Profundis, the artifacts of slaughter, the will toward
death, the worship of Titans and lightning is now
realizable: "Post A4 humanity" can realize the death wish;
can make it explicit. Thanatos is King, come young and old,
all you Crockets fuck the Rockets. 

TF