VL-IV, Frenesi's god
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Thu Jan 29 08:56:36 CST 2009
tres
"When the sixties were over, when the hemlines
came down and the colors of the clothes went
murky and everybody wore makeup that was
supposed to look like you had no makeup on, when
tatters and patches had had their day and the
outlines of the Nixonian Repression were clear
enough even for the most gaga of hippie optimists
to see, it was then, facing into the deep autumnal
wind of what was coming, that she thought, Here,
finally- here's my Woodstock, my golden age of
rock and roll, my acid adventures, my Revolution.
Come into her own at last, street-legal, full-auto
qualified, she understood her particular servitude
as the freedom, granted to a few, to act outside
warrants and charters, to ignore history and the
dead, to imagine no future, no yet-to-be-born, to
be able simply to go on defining moments only,
purely, by the action that filled them. Here was a
world of simplicity and certainty no acidhead, no
revolutionary anarchist would ever find, a world
based on the one and zero of life and death.
Minimal, beautiful. The patterns of lives and deaths...."
Such is Frenesi's nostalgia on the cusp of a new day
which will find her back up "on the surface" to deal,
fiinally, with the "clockwork of cause and effect"
from which she fled underground those fifteen or so
years ago. Her nostalgia balances that of the aging
"hippie optimists" - the other side of the same coin.
It has the ring of romantic nihilism common to all
fascist movements, but it goes beyond even that
and transcends the need for what Michael Polanyi
called "moral inversion," in that there seems to be
no justification required- i.e., your society is corrupt
and decadent, so therefore, anything goes, any-
thing is justified to bring it down- the dismissal of all
"bourgeois" values, checks and balances, etc. For
Frenesi it's a more honest than that, no need for
rationalizations or appeals to secularized religion,
just her own personal aesthetic.
This must be operant somewhere in the back of
her mind as she is about to become "clairvoyant."
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