Way More West

by Edward Dorn

  Shoko

  5,500 persons injured in reprisal

  for the Americanization of Japan

  Some dissenters disagree somewhat

  Other dissenters object

  Rather more than not

  But the great chiliastic heretic, Shoko Asahara*

  Disagrees a lot.

  * Chizuo Matsumoto, his abandoned name

  ¶ The old Constantinople is still the enemy here, the schism into right and wrong. The right being “on the right” or the Right church and on the left, or wrong church, the Roman, self-evolved church. Long before the Cold Cold War it was taken for gospel that the fight between Berlin and Moscow paralleled Rome and Constantinople, simply moved north. And that the totalitarianism common to both the Church and its putative enemy Communism, was driven by the engines of dogma.

  ¶ What do you think? It is possible that the Germans will get in on the pros- ecuting side of the war-crimes trials shaping up for the end of the Millennium and coterminously the end of the most self-righteously self-serving self-justifying self-vindicating self current century. It seems inevitable.

  ¶ A German judge will try a Jewish convert to Orthodoxy for the summary execution of a Mohammedan Believer. Or a thousand. Spencer Tracy won’t be there to supply celluloid indignation this time around. There will be no indignation for the Serb—the Muhammadan Yoke has been hitched to the Roman Yoke and strapped to the neck of the Orthodox.

  IN STONE—OBSCENE CARVINGS IN THE MISERÈRE STALLS, HOLY GHOST REVELATIONS MERGER ANNOUNCED—DEVILETTES BUGGERING GOING GOING—UP—DOWN—UP—DOWN—UP—DOWN TOWN—OPTIMISM BIG AS A HYAENA’S CLIT—THE MARKET TRÈS BALKAN—BONDS FOR WAR ON ISLAM CONVERTED TO MASSACRE

  Tomás Torquemada—first Inquisitor General for all Spanish ∏ossessions and Master of the rooting out of disbelievers.

  “To the people, all religions were equally true.

  To the philosopher, all religions were equally false.

  And to the State, all religions were equally useful.”

  Edward Gibbon,

  The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire

  The Inquisitor-General:

  the life and effects of Torquemada

  Nephew of Juan de Torquemada—Turrecremata en Valladolid,

  translated into the new world of Yucatan a city of freaks,

  dwarfs with splayed limbs, withered membranes,

  eyes polished over with pearly deficiencies, endemic scabs

  and crooked bones, all the psychic horror of the New World

  cpmfrpmtatopm (ie., confrontation)

  ¶ Nazdaq stock Intellectuelle takes a dive——cant and jargon on the rise, fed by the pap of opportunism——since when was hard luck ingenuity not a legitimate free market skam: 25 year old “woman” (right out of Melville’s Confidence Man) poses as 13 year old boy abandoned just before the Christian Holiday Grande in Salt Lake City bus station, the City of the Saints, father dying of AIDS, the plague of the Cross par excellence, the modern torture from Aragon, the biomechanism Torquemada wouldn’t have dared dream of in the wildest desperation of his Spanish peninsula mountain night sweats, even as the crown’s Italian agent plied the sea of wingéd snakes beyond the western boundaries of Atlantis, Plato’s right wing, central control hedge against poetry (altho there would be precious little of that sent back with the Gold and Silver destined to feed the raw Christian avarice of the Sixteenth Century, the moral Inquisition emanating from the yacht and the roman bath and the jet propulsion Concord’s quick transit of the narrow Atlantic, reconnecting Europa’s worst, most thrillingly awful promises to the Red Man’s Real Estate, and the rock personality’s subsequent spreading of the new trans-species plagues of VD, powered by the final decades of the 2nd

  OF THE ORTHODOX—ARMS STOCKS ADVANCE—BUT OPTIMISM FLAT—LANGUE D’OC, TECHNICAL TRICKS SURGE AHEAD—MERRIMENT AVEC INVECTIVE UP AND AWAY—BUY SHORT—HOLD—RYDER RENTAL TRUCKS UP, WAY UP, ALL THE WAY UP, OVER THE TOP—SELL—DUMP—LIQUIDATE—NEW MESSAGE ON

  crashing and bleeding out on the shores of a freako

  azteko bloody interlude between beauty and heaven

  bleeding out into the gutters and borders where all comers

  regardless of gender are waiting anxiously for their period;

  the stress of birth and living without the aid of virus—

  and note! here in the definitive state of America that stress

  is the New World ailment—all shipped this was

  across the narrow Atlantic, over the far resultant

  & murky entanglements of Jean Rhys’s sea

  by Tomás Torquemada, the very first of the moderns—

  greater than his near contemporary,

  Because Niccoló Machiavelli’s articulation

  of the sophisticated evils of state craft are more complex

  and more difficult to acquire than the techniques of torture,

  which are quickly mastered by persons whose

  only special talent would be a perverse imagination, a thing

  millennium’s throes, the thrown rods of its killer psychochemical engines, Japanese research torture and metropolitan rape and German eugenic incineration.

  ¶ Polish Popish Mendel, peas and recombinant construction of the disease-free, World Person, the post-African rectal dilation and electric moment of the penial dependency, orgasm without end or issue, only as product, creatures of a corporate god at last. A cool low and fitting end to the second millennium: a bus station, a woman acting the role of a puberty boy with a tale of abandonment in a society where the scam is more interesting and accurate and sociologically authentic than the actual case—Utah! This tale couldn’t have happened to a bigger bunch of hypocrites.

  ¶ A Business passing itself off as a religion objecting to an honest con artist. Shame. They should give her a decent farm and several husbands, and reverse their stupidly wealth-ridden Polygamy with a little real functional Polyandry. Not likely. Watch the NAZDAQ for the increase in price of Coca Cola shares, sans the coca; the longest standing fraud in soft drinks. ¶ The brotherhood and the sisterhood emerged from the presumably less sentient

  GOODYEAR CONDOM CIRCUM OVERHEAD: THERE ONCE WAS A JURY IN LA / WHO SAID NOLO’VICTED, NOLO PAY / HE’S YOUR N WORD NOW / BUT HE’S OUR SACRED COW / SO GET THE FUCK OUTA THE WAY!—NAZDAQ SUMMARY JUDGEMENT UP FIVE AND THREE-EIGHTHS—TRADE IN ROPE BREAKS CEILING—SUBMISSION ON THE

  so widespread as to be common, but also,

  there’s the dark probability that the willingness

  to inflict systematic and progressive pain

  is genetically transmitted—how else are some few

  naturally better at it—but the studies are too appalling to cite.

  ¡Hail Torquemada! Saint Πain! utterly neglected

  in the pantheon of the great professional providers of suffering.

  So that, all the more cheated

  is He who knew and practised the most.

  Tomás Torquemada became the tutor and the confessor

  of Isabella, the infanta, when she was eight, when

  her mother took her regularly to Segovia.

  He was then Prior of the convent of Santa Cruz.

  This was around 1430 of the Christian time—already

  Torquemada had refused the highest theological degrees

  great hunters, but their impulse is certainly still present among the gross apes from the corporations who maintain their fly-in hunting lodges in the Lake of the Woods and in Neil Young’s North Ontario but more importantly Walt Whitman’s Blue Ontario’s Shores, the funds stolen from the pensions of the ignorant dwindling toilers still lucky enough to have a retirement account to be sacked.

  ¶ This is the impediment the fundamentalists stand against. To cross over and cast their lot with the clever and speculating and evil apes is their great fear and hesitation. But of course, they are enlightened compared to the progressives, who assume that they must administer to those who have been forbidden by their God to submit to the
argument that they are just an extension of the apes of the Leakeys and the Heart of Darkness. Kentucky, Tennessee, the Carolinas, southern Illinois to lower Mississippi, forget Alabama, from Brecht to von Braun—those plantations will never be beat into submission. They are impervious to engineering because they already have a culture extending from the 17th century, like the transplanted Africans who they understand, and with whom they sympathize. ¶ The imported, cultureless and now useless masses of the industrial wastes of the old

  RISE—DRASTIC MEASURE TO MAINTAIN ORDER, MASS AND RANDOM EXECUTIONS—PANIC IN THE PRISON-BUILDING LOBBY, DOWN A NICKLE—OVER-PRICED HUTS, OVER-AMPED NUTS, SILICONIZED BUTTS GAINERS—PUTCHA CONDOM ON, THE NEW LEG-FLASK, SMOKELESS ROOMS FULL OF CALISTOGA, PISS IN IT, POUR IT

  out of disdain for earthly advancement. And in fact

  this great Dominican was the truest Dog

  the Lord ever had, because he exacted from Isabella

  the fateful and famous promise that she

  would make it her principal business, when she ruled,

  to chastise and destroy heretics—so saith Esprit Flechier,

  bishop of Nîmes—and thus was planted the seed

  of the greatest humiliation since the torture of Christ,

  and the most exacting instruction ever rendered

  on the political advantages of religious submission,

  and the preparation for that most tremendous engine

  any state ever had at its disposal anywhere: the Spanish Inquisition—

  and altho certainly that adjective goes without saying,

  we must remember and never ever forget,

  the fact and operation of said righteous torture

  is the envy of the Irish, the Poles, the Israelis,

  Union, the great interior northern drainage, the relatively high wage, plentifully fed and clothed, mobile, and in Veblen’s sense invidiously programmed proletariat, well, they’ve basically been cashiered. If the industrial revolution was born in Birmingham and Manchester, it died in Cleveland and Toledo. At least Ned Ludd was recognized as and paid the respect due to a visionary who saw in one flash the end of basic human endeavor, and the creation of Malthusian lemmings streaming in mammalian waves to the cliffs of despair and destruction—born to live and die in chronic hunger, threatened without pause, never knowing rest, infected by physical and psychic discomforts and the constant barrage of the warring elements and by the corporate state offered a cheap and empty longevity, demeaning and contemptuous and dispensed. Utah. Utah will be known as the surviving gallery of Dante’s exemplary rogues, a desert hell in a business paradise. Hail! Birdie Jo Hoaks, wherever you be.

  ¶ Where are the Barbarians at the gate now that we need them to dismember and waste this decadent power? They are nowhere to be found. The current arrivals are not Carlo Trescas—no way, Au Contraire, these End of the Second Millennium Types only

  BACK IN THE CALISTOGA—PALMOLIVE UP ONE AND A QUARTER—DREADED WINTER, FULL OF RAPING CANADIENNES—MODERN AS A POST: SHIP THE JOBS ABROAD, PUTEM OUTA WORK B/C THAT’S ALL THEY GOT. FIRST (16TH C.) SEPARATE ŒCON AND ETHICS, AND THEN GET RID OF THE ETHICS—GROS CHIENS ADVANCING

  and probably the Albanians—and this list

  leaves out Vodoun and chicken blood and cigar smoke.

  Tomás Torquemada invented the modern

  and the post modern world—and set the style

  for the future application of violence.

  Because the nerve centers are fixt, electricity only

  effects the mode, not the phenomenology—

  and another thing: the world habit of deploring the practise

  yet supporting the regime is older than diplomacy.

  And so Isabella was the destined backer,

  created out of Torquemada’s genius

  for torture in the venture capital enterprise

  known as the discovery of the Americas.

  All that kicking against the scapegoat Columbus

  in the terminus of the millenium

  want to invest in it. Attila is on NPR, with promotional think pieces on how bad the Anglo Saxons are; when it comes to Race, repulsion is always reciprocal. The fact is, the human race is not a bunch of monkeys beating their meat in the trees, they’re on the ground killing each other and enjoying it.

  ¶ The big secret everybody keeps is that murder feels good. That must be why it has the greatest proscription against it, although like every act in the present clime, the stricture weakens, and the punishment grows slack from indifference and simple lack of accommodation.

  ¶ The Cold Cold War slid into new campaigns against the drug trade and the systematic isolation and exposure of the poverty-stricken, a sort of reverse infanticide, the ancient practise of exposure and abandonment. But that was always a necessity dictated by supply and the exigencies of the hunting and gathering life. The modern way is to stare at it, and when the light changes, step on the gas.

  ¶ Slap a tail on those monkeys, fish a few out of the garbage scows, bestow upon them a sandwich if they pray and stay sober, and so force them to contemplate and witness their awful relegation.

  ON THE SINGAPORE INDEX, PREMIUMS ON MONKEY BRAINS, UVE AND QUIVERING AT THE TABLE—GOURMET FAR EAST MONKEYS UP A QUATAH—WITTERUNGS-VERHÄLTNISSE WORSEN, DARK NAZDAQ—WESTWARD HAUT—I AM NO GREEK, QUOTED—THE BEARS YAWN, THE BULLS DALLY WITH THE FIXERS—SPORZANDO

  was just further superfluous proof

  that the boatloads of subsequent fools

  dispatched to do the dirty work still don’t understand

  they were nothing more than a pitiful riddance.

  ¶ Criminals are given shelter, food, heat, drugs, sex, dumbbells, phone calls and a possible future beyond the walls; it’s cushy. The random danger, the exposure to the diseases of the body and the mind are probably not that different from the vicissitudes of an ordinary life outside. It’s a living.

  ¶ The Counter Reformation was driven to wrest back the control lost in Luther’s rebellion, to reassert the power of Mediterranean autocracy, derived from the fixed structure of the clan and the blood rites of the brotherhood. Now “brother” is a mere salutation, like the kiss of death, and extended families of unrelated people in teepees have replaced the clans. Interventionism flogs the general population and proliferates false accusation, it foments chronic resentment and instills a nightmare gestalt in the animal preserves of the urban wilderness.

  ¶ The Bozniaks perpetuate war between the schismatic churches; the dissenting ghosts of Bogomilism assume the outward yoke of Islam and throw in with the Turks rather than submit to a God who keeps accounts, on two sets of books at that. Occident and Orient. ¶ In Stalin’s letters to Molotov (immortalized in name by the greatest, most egalitarian

  SHADOW BOXES WITH RUINATION—OPTIMISM TAKES IT ON THE CHIN, TRUST AND RESOLUTION IN STEEP DECLINE—ROGUE, INC., (THEORY SOFTWARE) LAUNCHES HOSTILE BID FOR EUROLIT—TRASH AND PULP MIXED WITH VITRIOL FLOOD THE MARKET, COMPETE WITH FERTILIZER AS EXPLOSIVE NEWS ONLY IN THE MIND OF

  Notes on Béziers: the past as cauchemar

  Simon de Montfort moves down the Rhône

  into the sea fog across the marshes of Roussillon

  and then relentlessly onto the Languedoc plain,

  his destination the Eglise de la Madelaine

  and the Cathedral de Saint Nazaire.

  Arriving at the north bank of the River Orb

  the twenty second of July in the very bloody year

  twelve hundred and nine following

  the Judeao-Roman scapegoating

  and capital torture of the Messiah, the awful

  Simon, Count of Montfort: nephew and heir

  of Earl Robert, created by King John

  Earl of Leicester, a cité he never

  cocktail ever made, the perfect instrument of purification in the geopolitical epoch of the combustion engine) he rails against the Interventionists, the bourgeois specialists and argued that they should be made to confess publicly and recant their
attempts to divert concentration on the revolution into irrelevant social designs of their own, like elevating workers from the bench. In another guise and manifestation Stalin would have made an excellent, corrective President of Stanford (not serious and not commensurate). He was also rather more than Republican on the state budget, saying that it should be in surplus and no more currency issued. Early proto-IMF ideology.

  ¶ He would have no problem dealing with Bill and Hill and their Serbophobic policy in the Balkans—Nato in charge of child abuse and ethnicity, the armies of the peacekeeping righteous rounding up the south Slavs of their choice, Cold War II in which the Austro-Hungarian Empire now launches guided air to surface missiles and tools through town in Humvees, camouflage clone uniforms replace the comic opera costumes of Emperor. But this population is too mixed and the terrain too forested to be carpet bombed.

  THE ACADEMY—FANTASY UP SEVEN EIGHTHS—RESULTS OF PROCEDURALS YIELD THE FOLLOWING: ATF SCHOCKTRUPPS BADLY IN NEED OF INSTRUCTION IN EMOTIONAL AWARENESS, SELF-CONTROL AND NON-INCENDIARY CONFLICT RESOLUTION—SANCTIMONY SOARS—INVENTER OF BLACK HOLES FINDS ©OD—

  so much as visited, a piece of luck

  for that country bumpkin town.

  This petty lord of the Isle de France