Derelict Space

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On the Distance Between Representing and Thinking

by markdyal

“A little bit of order goes a long way.” – Gilles Deleuze

A Song of Liberty

by ds1881


“Let the Priests of the Raven of dawn, no longer in deadly black, with hoarse note curse the sons of joy. Nor his accepted brethren whom tyrant, he calls free, lay the bound or build the roof. Nor pale religious lechery call that virginity, that wishes but acts not! For every thing that lives is Holy.” William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell.

“Suck my Blood and Fuck the Truth!”

by ds1881

“Riot with whatever at your hand!” Never let an armed-to-teeth weaponry make you move! Enjoy this moment! Now! You can’t lose it! Its glory is for you! Trust your body! Your body is your life! Your body is your will! Gift it the beauty to dance to its own dreams! In its own terms! Love your body! Your warrior body! Your naked body! Get it out and let it revolt! “And then it will get you move!” That’s why we can riot! Why we can move! Why we can live! Why we can dance to our blood when it is shed… “Suck my blood and fuck that truth!” My brother told me while killed at war. “Leave me, yet live me in your next riot!” That’s how we do it! In my land. In my space. A constant RIOT.

Beirut: Most-Livable City in DS Readers Poll

by D

Reporter: Which is your favorite?

Hezbollah arms dealer: The Kalashnikov. It is the king of the streets. It was made for street fighting. It doesn’t make mistakes and ammo is cheap.


by D

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward.
Whoever cannot take care of themselves without that law is both.
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant,
‘If I live, I will kill you. If I die, You are forgiven.’
Such is the rule of honour. – Lamb of God

Of Raptors and Last Men

by ds1977

“There was a time – maybe with the last visit by the comet Halley – when your lamentations about the “progressive degeneration and diminution of the human to the perfect herd animal” could comfortably coincide with your continued allegiance to that very herd. “At least my instincts are free,” you said, as you carried on living with your fatherlandishness and hugging your pieces of sod. But now, as the pack of which you proclaimed yourself leader readies for the hunt, your devotion to all that we left behind renders you superfluous, and us as obscure to you as to our former bosses and border guards. Your dangerousness, it seems, was only perceptible when your contrariness and theatricality kept us from understanding just how far we could go in your absence.

But laying in ambush on the edge of an abyss has a way of clarifying just what necessitated leaving the herd behind; us in a rhododendron thicket awaiting your administration – hiding in the irony-thick air, knowing that the irony was a dessert reserved for our pleasure alone (as you’d be choking not on it but upon whatever evisceration propelled against the Earth’s gravitational pull), mindful of how much you spoke about nature but how little of it you’d actually inherited – until with your last breaths you experienced the whole of it.” Mark Dyal

One Step in the Long Road to Becoming-Docility

by ds1977

“Understanding and reason have a long history: they are instances which still make us obey when we no longer want to obey anyone. When we stop obeying God, the State, or our parents, reason appears and persuades us to continue being docile because it says to us: it is you who is giving the orders. Reason represents our slavery, and our subjection to it creates a real enslavement: I am superior because I am a rational being!” Gilles Deleuze, Nietzsche and Philosophy, 92 (translation modified).