Barrack's election OST

Στην χειρότερη περίπτωση που ο Μπάρακ μας προκείψει το αμερικάνικο σύστοιχο του Βlair και η Αμερική γίνει κάτι σαν την kool britannia στα 90s,ακόμα και τότε, το πολιτισμικό impact θα ναι ενδιαφέρον.
Ώρα να τελειώνουμε με το βρετανόφερτο glam - electro -cocaine - fashion υπόλειμμα της παλιάς εποχής. Ακόμα και αν ανήκει και ερμηνεύεται με την διαλεκτική της "Αυτοκρατορίας" κατά Negri Hard (που πολύ αμφιβάλλω και θα εξηγήσω σε άλλο post), η αυτοκρατορία του θα 'ναι πιο cosmic, engaging sexy και political. Iδού






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ένα για τις φτώχιες

Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God

What about God?
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what about God?
Nobody can take away

I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my boobs

I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, Got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, Got my blood

I've got life , I've got my freedom
I've got the life

And I'm gonna keep it
I've got the life
And nobody's gonna take it away
I've got the life

Max Stirner

Αυτο είναι ένα κειμενάκι που έγραψα για τον Μαξ Στίρνερ. Θα δημιοσιευτεί σ' ένα περιοδικό που κάνει μια καλή φίλη στα πλαίσια της διπλωματικής της. Η καθηγήτρια της στο St. Martin's College(ω ναι, εκεί με τους Common People του Jarvis Cocker) το βρήκε ενδιαφέρον και πολυ χαίρομαι. Α είναι εγγλέζικα!

Max Stirner, the unique

Text Konstantinos Pouliasis


Max Stirner, a “bum” among the Young Hegelians, wrote only one book in his entire philosophical career. The rest of his life was spent in excessive “self-enjoyment”, teaching in girls' schools, failed business plans and imprisonment for debt. His magnum opus, The Ego and Its Own, published in 1843, had a significant impact on European thought: it was heavily criticized and almost vanished in the late 19th century to reappear in the 20th, causing vivid debates between his friends and enemies in all the ranges of the political compass. In this work he attacks “good” and “evil”, liberalism, anarchism and communism. He also tries to persuade us that in reality we are nothing more than vulgar egotists even when we are in love. Moreover, he suggests that we should love the other only as if he is our own property. And that there is nothing wrong with that.

Born Johann Kaspar Schmidt in 1806 in Bavaria, Stirner studied philosophy. One of his major influences was his teacher, Hegel. Hegelian dialectics as well as debates with other Young Hegelians in the bohemian group “Die Freien” (“The Free”) had a strong impact on his work. His intense way of living influenced Stirner's philosophical ideas on human life. One of the basic aspects of the book is “self-enjoyment”. For Stirner, the Christian concept of life as a “sacred”, “divine gift” (also adopted by humanism) is repressive and alienating. Both humanism and Christianity share a passion for an “ideal”, “real” life that is far from reality. Stirner considers these ideals and the moral obligations that accompany them to be “spooks” and “wheels in the head” that turn being into an endless and alienating catch-up with the sublime. On the contrary, for Stirner, living means consuming life as one's possession. The Stirnerian “Unique One” is using up his life and his self for his own “self-enjoyment” without any goal external to his ego. What one gains in this kind of living is the self and what one avoids is sacrificing and losing the self for fixed ideas or sublime, out-there goals. There is no need for the “Unique One” to become something more than his own self. Life is not in the becoming but in the living of it.

A grandfather of postmodernism, Stirner attacks any grand narrative throughout The Ego and Its Own. Investigating the progressive transforming of spirit in human history, from each unique one's possession to “a discredited existence free from the world”, Stirner finds in this precise transforming the cause of all the “wheels in the head”. From the crucial point when the spirit becomes an external essence, intertwined with the divine logos, it opens an empty space for religion, ideology, government and law. Since the spirit is no longer my possession, my own self-knowledge and world-view, then I have to aim for it. In this way I am obliged to reach “the divine”, “the true”, “the sacred”. My goal is no longer my pleasure but “reaching God”, “living in a harmonious society” or “living a good, ethical life”. In this way, the spirit becomes an enemy for the egotist; it prevents our true egotistic nature. One can no longer care for one's own interests but for ideas. I should respect even my enemies because there is a human essence in them that makes them “sacred”. I should no longer be a pure egotist because I must respect the idea of “society”. I should respect the law because of “the spirit of law” and the ideal of a “well-governed state”.

Stirner's existentialism does not recognize anything epekeina (transcendental) and external to one's unique ego. Thus, there is no need for state, law or religion since they are all based in the transforming of the spirit into a nonexistent sublime object. For Stirner, humans are spiritual beings only in the sense that they possess spirit. I love another human not because we share an external essence greater than ourselves, an “x-factor” that makes us human, but because it might happen that his pain pains me too or his happiness also makes me happy. As a result, Stirner posits, we should not talk about society as a presupposed, crystallized whole of “citizens” or “humans” or any other generic category. Society is just a natural situation into which I am born. The egotistic “Unique One”, my true self, prefers the union. In the union, there are no fixed relations and rules. One joins the union to satisfy one's own interests, to compete with others and have access to their property. One can freely leave the union without any obligation. The Stirnerian union is contingent and always about to dissolve.

A radical thinker, Stirner was one of the first philosophers to question fixed ideas on human life, the state and theology. In the age of the blogosphere, dynamic social networks and biopolitics, his work is still current. By considering the event of self-knowledge as monadic for every subject and as the only true event, Stirner's philosophy is a revolutionary individualism that attacks every naming attached to the subject (from “Christian” to “citizen”, from “good” to “evil”). The Ego and Its Own begins and ends with the phrase “I have set my affair on nothing”. And, consistent with that, on his death certificate were the words: “with no father, mother, wife, children”.

Μουσακάς α λα Βατοπέδιο.

Τελευταία το φαγητό στο εστιατόριο των Νέων Εστιών του ΕΜΠ, όπου και διαμένω, έχει βελτιωθεί κρουστικά. Δεν ξέρω αν είναι σημάδι εκλογών ή απλά εγώ ειμαι καχύποπτος παντως αμέσως μετά τα τελευταία σκάνδαλα και το ξεκίνημα της τελευταίεας μεγάλης κυβερνητικής κρίσης, το φαγητό είναι σχεδόν σαν της μαμάκας μου. Θα προτίνω μετωνομασία στα φαγητά του μενού (το οποίο έχει αλλάξει ριζικά). Μουσακάς αλα Βατοπέδιο, γαλακτομπούρεκο Εφρέμ, σαλάτα του Θοδωρα και της Μάρας και κρεμα καραμελέ (παρακαλω!) τύπου Ξάνθης. Καλή όρεξη και καλή ψήφο. Γιατί ως γνωστόν σε τέτοιες περιόδους και σε τούτη τη χώρα, "ό,τι φάμε, ό,τι πιούμε και ό,τι αρπάξει ο κώλος μας".

Your light eclipsed the moon tonite- Ο Stipe στην Αθήνα.

Οι R.E.M είναι συνώνυμοι με την σοβαρή μου ενασχόληση με την μουσική. Θυμάμαι την πρώτη φορά που άκουσα στην κρατική τηλεόραση στην εκπομπή Yπέρηχος (μιλάμε για φουλ ναιντίλα τώρα) το Electrolite και έτρεξα ν' αγοράσω το New Adventures in Hi-Fi. Μετά ήρθε η britpop και για κάποια χρόνια θεωρούσα του ς R.E.M λίγο banal. O βλάκας. Δεν τους είχα προλάβει και στα ντουζένια τους. Όταν βγήκε το Automatic for the People ήμουν ακόμα στην τρυφερή ηλικία των οχτώ. Από τότε πολλά άλλαξαν. Το MTV έγινε σούπα και το θεικό alternative nation με ton Τοbby είναι πια μια καλή ανάμνηση. Πάντως τους R.E.M τους επανεκτίμησα. Αγάπησα τον Stipe οσο λίγους frontmen. Έδωσα βάση στα cryptic στιχάκια του και Λάτρεψα το academic ύφος του. Kατάλαβα ότι ο τύπος ήταν "Άλλη Αμερική " πριν ανακαλυφθεί ο όρος. Έλιωσα το Up που αν και δεν έγινε ποτέ hip είναι υπέροχο και έμαθα να τραγουδάω το refrain του Sidewinter Sleeps Tonite όσο γρήγορα πρέπει. Aύριο θελω να ακούσω το Νightswimming και σήμερα πρέπει να ξεθάψω αυτό το τιμώρωπο T-shirt απο την περιοδεία του Monster. Tied to the 90s που λέγαν κάποτε και οι Travis.

Corfiot Cult

Mεταφέρω από την Καθημερινή άρθρο που μου λίνκαρε ο φίλος plagal.
Επιχειρηματίες του νησιού, σύμφωνα με τη βρετανική σφημερίδα, χαρακτηρίζουν την ένωση με την Ελλάδα ως την «πιο μαύρη μέρα στην ιστορία του νησιού».

του ανταποκριτή μας στο Λονδίνο, Θανάση Γκαβού

Αποσχιστικό κίνημα δημιουργείται στην Κέρκυρα, σύμφωνα με την ανταποκρίτρια της βρετανικής εφημερίδας Γκάρντιαν.

Κατά το ρεπορτάζ της εφημερίδας, πολλοί κάτοικοι του νησιού νιώθουν τόσο απογοητευμένοι από το γεγονός ότι το ελληνικό κράτος παραμελεί την Κέρκυρα και ότι οι Έλληνες πολιτικοί είναι «απόμακροι και διεφθαρμένοι», ώστε σύστησαν κόμμα με σκοπό να συμμετάσχει στις επόμενες βουλευτικές εκλογές.

Δέσμευση του κόμματος των Κερκυραίων είναι η άσκηση πίεσης για τη διενέργεια δημοψηφίσματος, ώστε η Κέρκυρα να αυτονομηθεί.

Η εφημερίδα φιλοξενεί δηλώσεις επιχειρηματιών του νησιού που υποστηρίζουν την αυτονομίας της Κέρκυρας, οι οποίοι δε διστάζουν να χαρακτηρίζουν την ένωση με την Ελλάδα ως την «πιο μαύρη μέρα στην ιστορία του νησιού».

Η Έλενα Σμιθ του Γκάρντιαν αναφέρει ότι οι υποδομές του νησιού όπως το οδικό δίκτυο και μέρη όπως το Μον Ρεπό και η πόλη της Κέρκυρας έχουν παραμεληθεί επί χρόνια.



Tέλεια. Να το βγάλουνε Indie Kerkyra ή η Κέρκυρα ανάποδα να φάμε και κάναν γκαζιώτη απο τον ΣΥ.ΡΙ.ΖΑ. Eπιπλέον οι Κόρε Ύδρο μπορούν να κάνουν ότι οι National με τον Ομπάμα. Put a little something in our pastitsada and take it with us, we are half awake in the Greek Empire και τέτοια. Γουστάρω!

Desolation Row

Δεν έχω ακούσει καλύτερους στίχους. Και αμφιβάλλω αν θ' ακούσω. O Κάιν, ο Άβελ, η Σταχτουπούτα, ο Αινστάιν, η Oφηλία και ο Τ.S. Elliot στίνουν ένα ποιητικό τσίρκο. Ενα ποίημα για τις απογοητεύσεις των σημαντικών ανθρώπων, την μοναξιά του δύσκολου δρόμου και το ελκυστικά αποκρουστικό χάος τριγύρω. Ένας πικρός ύμνος στη ζωή που μάχεται να μην γίνει επιβίωση.Μετά λένε οτί ο Ντύλαν την έχει ψωνίσει. Ε αν δεν την ψώνιζε και ο Ντύλαν...

They're selling postcards of the hanging
They're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors
The circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner
They've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker
The other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless
They need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight
From Desolation Row

Cinderella, she seems so easy
'It takes one to know one,' she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets
Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning
'You Belong to Me I Believe'
And someone says, 'You're in the wrong place, my friend
You better leave'
And the only sound that's left
After the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up
On Desolation Row

Now the moon is almost hidden
The stars are beginning to hide
The fortunetelling lady
Has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel
And the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love
Or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing
He's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight
On Desolation Row

Now Ophelia, she's 'neath the window
For her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday
She already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic
She wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion
Her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon
Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking
Into Desolation Row

Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood
With his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago
With his friend, a jealous monk
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now you would not think to look at him
But he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin
On Desolation Row

Dr Filth, he keeps his world
Inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients
They're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser
She's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read
'Have Mercy on His Soul'
They all play on penny whistles
You can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough
From Desolation Row

Across the street they've nailed the curtains
They're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding Casanova
To get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence
After poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls
'Get Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row'

Now at midnight all the agents
And the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone
That knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory
Where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And the the kerosene
Is brought down from the castle
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping
To Desolation Row

Praise be to Nero's Neptune
The Titanic sails at dawn
And everybody's shouting
'Which Side Are You On?'
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot
Fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them
And fisherman hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea
Where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much
About Desolation Row

Yes, I received your letter yesterday
(About the time the door knob broke)
When you asked how I was doing
Was that some kind of joke?
All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name
Right now I can't read too good
Don't send me no more letters no
Now unless you mail them