Гуру ПесенБернхард Ланг (Bernhard Lang) - DW2 | Текст песни
texts by Gilles Deleuze, William Burroughs and Christian Loidl
Salome Kammer, Risgar Koshnaw, Todd (voices)
Klangforum Wien conducted by Sylvain Cambreling
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It is so wearisome. First you put on your shirt, then your trousers; you drag yourself into bed at night and in the morning drag yourself out again; and always you put one foot in front of the other. There is little hope that it will ever change. Millions have always done it like that and millions will do so after us. Moreover, since we're made up of two halves which both do the same thing, everything's done twice. It's all very boring and very, very sad.
The living present, and with it the whole of organic and physical life, rests upon habit.
And if there is one thing that carries over from one human host to another and establishes identity of the controller it is habit.
By ist existence alone, the lily in the field sings the glory of the heavens, the goddesses and gods — in other words, the element that it contemplates in contracting. What organism is not made of elements and of cases of repetition, of contemplated and contracted water, carbon, nitrogen, chlorides and sulphates, thereby intertwining all the habits of which it is composed.
Habit draws something new from repetition — namely, difference (in the first instance understod as generality). In essence, habit is contraction. Language testifies to this in allowing us to speak of „contracting a habit…“
To speak is to lie — to live is to collaborate — anybody is a coward when faced by the nova ovens — there are degrees of lying collaboration and cowardice — that is to say degrees of intoxication — it is precisely a question of regulation — the enemy is not man is not woman — the enemy exists only where no life is and moves always to push life into extreme untenable positions.
Death has nothing to do with a material model. On the contrary, the death instinct may be understood in relation to masks and costumes. Repetition is truly that which disguises itself in constituting itself, that which constitues itself only by disguising itself. It is not underneath the mask, but is formed from one mask to another, as though from one distinctive point to another, from one privileged instant to another, with and within the variations. The masks do not hide anything except other masks.
What is an image? No idea.
The scorpion controller was on screen
blue eyes white hot spitting from the molten core of a planet where lead melts at noon,
his body half concealed by the portico of a mayan temple —
a stink of torture chambers and burning flesh filled the room —
prisoners staked out under the white hot skies of minraud eaten alive by metal ants —
I kept distance surrounding him with pounding stabbing light blasts seventy tons to the square inch —
the orders lound and clear now
„Blast-Pound-Strafe-Stab-Kill“ —
The screen opened out —
I could see mayan codices and egyptian hieroglyphes —
prisoners screaming in the ovens broken down to insect forms
Delerium lies at the base of good sense,which is why good sense is always secondary.
Thought must think difference, that absolutely different from thought which nevertheless gives it thought, gives to be thought.
Everything is like the flight of an eagle, overflight, suspension and descent.
Drug addiction is perhaps a basic formula for pleasure and for life itself. That is why the habit, once contracted, is so difficult to break, and why it leaves, when broken, such a vacuum behind… the addict has glimpsed the formula, the bare bones of life…
Money is like junk. A dose that fixes on monday won't fix on friday. We are beeing swept with vertiginous speed into a worldwide inflation comparable to what happened after WW I. The rich are desperately stocking gold, diamonds, antiques, paintings, medicines, food, liquor, tools…
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