NOWHERE FAST (in time of plague)

Everybody's going nowhere slowly/
they're only trying to get away from the past./
There's nothing wrong with going nowhere baby/
but we should be going nowhere fast-

Ellen Aim and The Attackers
STREETS OF FIRE

ANABASIS!

Better said: we notify you, Rhetorician! of our profits beyond reckoning. The seas erring in their straits have not known a narrower judge! And the man inspired by wine, who wears his heart savage and buzzing like a swarm of black flies, begins to say such words as these:
‘. . .Roses, purple delight; the earth stretched forth to my desire—and who shall set bounds thereunto, this evening?. . .violence in the heart of the sage, and who shall set bounds thereunto, this evening?. . and upon such an one, son of such an one, a poor man, devolves the power of signs and visions.
‘Trace the roads whereon take their departure the folk of all races, bending the yellow heel: the princes, the ministers, the hoarse-voiced captains; those who have done great things, and those who see this or that in a vision. . . .The priest has laid down his laws against the depravities of women with beasts. The grammarian chooses a place in the open air for his arguments. On an old tree the tailor hangs a new garment of an admirable velvet. And the man tainted with gonorrhea washes his linen in clean water. The saddle of the weakling washes his linen in clean water. The saddle of the weakling is burnt and the smell reaches the rower on his bench, it is sweet in his nostrils.'
p. 28

IN TIME OF PLAGUE: La transparence du mal

Jean Baudrillard, "La Transparence du Mal", Galilée 1990
S.R.Delany, "Flight from Nevèrÿon",  Bantam Books 1985
Philippe Sollers, "Nombres", Éditions du Seuil 1968

(cfr. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flight_from_Nevèrÿon;
cfr. Library Genesis, http://93.174.95.27;
su NOMBRES: J. Derrida, ne La Dissémination, e J.Kristeva, Semeiotikè )

THE KIDS AREN'T ALL RIGHT/ I ragazzi non sono OK: THE OFFSPRING

https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=%23TheKidsArentAlright


When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat

Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives?

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Go!

Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home 'cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot

Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Go!

Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Offspring

Willy DeVille - Hey Joe (clip original de 1992) HQ

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhJ_Jhb-h9Q&feature=youtu.be&fbclid=IwAR210kFS2CSdKJFHCVU4FojjKJNYFZzf2fhbsuBvuPDyxRRVMzyDCw9ofDM

casually heard it on the radio. enchanting, sweet and so strong. didn't know who and when was singing, but i dug it up! (as soon as I saw the much loved and alas long 
forgotten by me willy de ville prowling around, boots and whiter clothes and beautiful and grand and sweet)

Brenton Tarrant/ Planetary Civil War/ GREAT REPLACEMENT

THE GREAT REPLACEMENT MANIFESTO

REMINDS ME OF WILLIAM BURROUGH'S EVIL SPIRIT.

MAY SOME GOD AND/OR HUMAN ENDEAVOR SAVE ALL OF US , ALL OF THEM (US: WHO?- THEM: WHO?)

Mainau Insel, 1984, as transformed by the Mind