ver$hy ver$h

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line b

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The double has been at the center of my divorcee brooding and I've picked it up in the art/media I've been taking in of late:
The split inside of man constantly reckoning with the past while moving towards the future. Super positioning of contradictory emotions, moods, and impulses in one body. Perception as always projection and the inescapable colonization of everything other by the ego. Eternal recurrence, difference and repetition. The double as the primary coping mechanism of man living.
 

ver$hy ver$h

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The double has been at the center of my divorcee brooding and I've picked it up in the art/media I've been taking in of late:
The split inside of man constantly reckoning with the past while moving towards the future. Super positioning of contradictory emotions, moods, and impulses in one body. Perception as always projection and the inescapable colonization of everything other by the ego. Eternal recurrence, difference and repetition. The double as the primary coping mechanism of man living.

Sounds like you're really going through it.
 

william_kent

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I'll try to write in the style of William Kent:

when I was living on the Hulme crescents there was a Crowley fanboy who, let's call him JOHNNY D ( and he had a little fanboy of his own, let's call him EDDIE KELLY ) and he made the Coltrane superfan mistake of thinking SMACK promotes OCCULT POWER / POWER OF CREATIVITY because he read DIARY OF A DRUG FIEND and thought jacking grams of SMACK would lead to enlightenment, but JOHHNY D had a link to an old school occult book dealer in DIDSBURY and my mate who was in a AMEBIX tribute band * got a telephone number off him



AMEBIX - ARISE. ***


* another mate, T (R.I.P) once told us a story about how he was mates with AMEBIX around about the time they discovered the LAND OF NOD and they boiled up a thousand poppy heads and then puked up all over the parquet floor of the mansion they were squatting ( i.e., really borrowed off the daughter of lady and lord ***** who were off on their yacht for the summer)

anyway, "JOHN DEE" had a number for a rare book dealer in DIDSBURY, appointment only, so we rang it and took a trip up Palantine Road and it was easy to spot the house because every other house had a trimmed lawn and the one we were looking for was pure HALLOWEEN, weeds and vines, and we were ushered into a room lined with OCCULT TOMES

the wizened bearded guy asked us, "so you know JOHN?" and we had to be a bit subtle, because yeah we didn't know how much "JOHN" had stolen from him, but when I pushed a pile of pound notes on him in exchange for a super rare first edition of FRATER ACHAD ramblings ( THE KEY TO THE BOOK OF THE LAW! CIPHERS REVEALING THE AEON OF MAAT! ) we were in

the guy then moved his stock to a stall in a long gone indoor market in Manchester City centre and I would go on to buy many books off him, but one day I went in and asked for a book and he was all like "but you bought that the other day" and it was then that I discovered I had a DOUBLE who was pre-empting my every move

I had to charge a SIGIL to dispel the interloper! it worked

for more on AMEBIX and manor houses and "getting high as fuck" and making swords on remote Scottish Isles:



RISEN - THE STORY OF AMBEXIX

"a spiritual vibe you might say"

^

"T" doesn't get a mention, but I was saddened a few years ago when I learnt of his death via SMACK OD, RIP

"JOHNNY D" is still alive last I heard, he "cleaned up" and was doing "furniture removals", but his sidekick, let's call him EDDIE KELLY died of a SMACK OD, RIP

my mate who provided the connect for rare occult tomes is now RIP, drunk driving into a lamppost, may have killed some pedestrians in the process, his parents never told us what really happened, RIP


***AMEBIX - ARISE was one of our GRAM OF SPEED anthems! Whiteouts, blood rushing to head, nose meeting floor freakouts:

ARISE! GET OFF YOUR KNEES!


edit: I should mention that the ORIGINS OF O9A reside in Manchester, the LORE maintains that an old MANC witch initiated ANTON LONG, but I may be too drunk to relate this in any sensible fashion, she may have been Welsh and I may be full of shit
 

Goth Feet ASMR

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I'll try to write in the style of William Kent:

when I was living on the Hulme crescents there was a Crowley fanboy who, let's call him JOHNNY D ( and he had a little fanboy of his own, let's call him EDDIE KELLY ) and he made the Coltrane superfan mistake of thinking SMACK promotes OCCULT POWER / POWER OF CREATIVITY because he read DIARY OF A DRUG FIEND and thought jacking grams of SMACK would lead to enlightenment, but JOHHNY D had a link to an old school occult book dealer in DIDSBURY and my mate who was in a AMEBIX tribute band * got a telephone number off him



AMEBIX - ARISE. ***


* another mate, T (R.I.P) once told us a story about how he was mates with AMEBIX around about the time they discovered the LAND OF NOD and they boiled up a thousand poppy heads and then puked up all over the parquet floor of the mansion they were squatting ( i.e., really borrowed off the daughter of lady and lord ***** who were off on their yacht for the summer)

anyway, "JOHN DEE" had a number for a rare book dealer in DIDSBURY, appointment only, so we rang it and took a trip up Palantine Road and it was easy to spot the house because every other house had a trimmed lawn and the one we were looking for was pure HALLOWEEN, weeds and vines, and we were ushered into a room lined with OCCULT TOMES

the wizened bearded guy asked us, "so you know JOHN?" and we had to be a bit subtle, because yeah we didn't know how much "JOHN" had stolen from him, but when I pushed a pile of pound notes on him in exchange for a super rare first edition of FRATER ACHAD ramblings ( THE KEY TO THE BOOK OF THE LAW! CIPHERS REVEALING THE AEON OF MAAT! ) we were in

the guy then moved his stock to a stall in a long gone indoor market in Manchester City centre and I would go on to buy many books off him, but one day I went in and asked for a book and he was all like "but you bought that the other day" and it was then that I discovered I had a DOUBLE who was pre-empting my every move

I had to charge a SIGIL to dispel the interloper! it worked

for more on AMEBIX and manor houses and "getting high as fuck" and making swords on remote Scottish Isles:



RISEN - THE STORY OF AMBEXIX

"a spiritual vibe you might say"

^

"T" doesn't get a mention, but I was saddened a few years ago when I learnt of his death via SMACK OD, RIP

"JOHNNY D" is still alive last I heard, he "cleaned up" and was doing "furniture removals", but his sidekick, let's call him EDDIE KELLY died of a SMACK OD, RIP

my mate who provided the connect for rare occult tomes is now RIP, drunk driving into a lamppost, may have killed some pedestrians in the process, his parents never told us what really happened, RIP


***AMEBIX - ARISE was one of our GRAM OF SPEED anthems! Whiteouts, blood rushing to head, nose meeting floor freakouts:

ARISE! GET OFF YOUR KNEES!


edit: I should mention that the ORIGINS OF O9A reside in Manchester, the LORE maintains that an old MANC witch initiated ANTON LONG, but I may be too drunk to relate this in any sensible fashion, she may have been Welsh and I may be full of shit

amebix stuff was super difficult to find when i was a crust punk teen in nyc, which meant that the only kids who
could afford their albums were invariably wealthy, pretentious posers. truly obnoxious people, so much so that
i all but cringe physically whenever i see the band's logo. the thought of sitting through an 82 minute long
video about them is about as appealing to me as the idea of eating a bagful of deep fried centipedes.
 

line b

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WE HATE THE DOUBLE

Childrens natural sensitivity to people 'copying' them.

The impulse to gatekeep

The annoyance one feels when someone you know has an abrupt change of taste/personality.

Disdain for hangers-on, 'simps,' the annoyance of being the Cool Friend

Jockeying for space in the stylistic sphere of an artistic practice. The endless politicking of what is influence and what is stealing.
 

ver$hy ver$h

Well-known member
WE HATE THE DOUBLE

Childrens natural sensitivity to people 'copying' them.

The impulse to gatekeep

The annoyance one feels when someone you know has an abrupt change of taste/personality.

Disdain for hangers-on, 'simps,' the annoyance of being the Cool Friend

Jockeying for space in the stylistic sphere of an artistic practice. The endless politicking of what is influence and what is stealing.

The awkwardness of two people turning up at a function in the same outfit.
 

sus

Moderator
The double has been at the center of my divorcee brooding and I've picked it up in the art/media I've been taking in of late:
The split inside of man constantly reckoning with the past while moving towards the future. Super positioning of contradictory emotions, moods, and impulses in one body. Perception as always projection and the inescapable colonization of everything other by the ego. Eternal recurrence, difference and repetition. The double as the primary coping mechanism of man living.
I feel like there's a society-level version of this, which includes like, Carnival and Bacchanalia and standup comedy. Anti-structures where the dominant values of a society are flipped. A pressure valve release.
 

sus

Moderator
Charles Taylor talks about this. About how having a valve to release pressure also allows the container to continue holding its contents. If you didn't have the pressure valve you would explode and the container would be destroyed. Carnival prevents Revolution, or something.
 
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