Newfags, the shiite show is for your benefit. Please ooook harder.

Big Bob Oooker, President

– Amalgamated Brotherhood of Shills, Newfags, and Blashphemous Mason Dements (afl/cio)

Whether you call it "romanticism" "Gothic" or "satanic" Isidore Ducasse ended the literary experiment with a summary of a century of achievements in gothic (romantic or satanist) literature.

Ducasse lived a very short life, as if only to write what he did. A life the photographer Man Ray understated as enigmatic. It was satano-encrypted.

From Poesies:

"Disturbances, anxieties, depravities, death, exceptions in the physical or moral order, the spirit of negation, stupefactions, hallucinations served by the will, torments, destruction, reversals, tears, the instabilities, the enslavements, scoured imaginations, laborious novels, what is unexpected, what not to do, the biochemical the shit of a mysterious vulture which watches for the carrion of dead illusion, precocious and aborted experience, the obscurities with a bug shell, terrible monomania of pride, the inoculation of deep stupors, funeral orations, envies, betrayals, tyrannies, impieties, irritations, acrimonies, aggressive pranks, insanity, spleen, reasoned terror,the strange anxieties, which the reader would prefer not to feel, the grimaces, the neuroses, the bloody channels through which we make logic pass at bay, the exaggerations, the lack of sincerity, the saws, the platitudes, the somber, the lugubrious, childbirth worse than murder, passions, the clan of the crime writer, tragedies, odes, melodramas, extremes presented in perpetuity, reason whistled with impunity, the smells of the sissy, fading, frogs, octopus, sharks, desert simoon, all that is somnambulist, sleazy, nocturnal, sleeping pill, night owl, slimy, talking seal, equivocal, consumptive, spasmodic, aphrodisiac, anemic, one-eyed, hermaphrodite, bastard, albino , pederast, bearded woman,the drunken hours of taciturn discouragement, the fantasies, the Acrotés, the monsters, the demoralizing syllogisms, the garbage, whatever does not reflect like the child, the desolation, this intellectual mancenillier, the scented cankers, the thighs with camellias, the guilt of a writer who rolls down the slope of nothingness and despises himself with joyful cries, remorse, hypocrisies, vague perspectives that grind you in their imperceptible gears, serious spitting on sacred axioms, vermin and its insinuating tickles, insane prefaces, like those of Cromwell, the scented cankers, the thighs with camellias, the guilt of a writer who rolls down the slope of nothingness and despises himself with joyful cries, remorse, hypocrisy, vague perspectives that crush you in their imperceptible gears, the serious spitting on sacred axioms, the vermin and its insinuating tickles, the insane prefaces, like those of Cromwell, of Mthe scented cankers, the thighs with camellias, the guilt of a writer who rolls down the slope of nothingness and despises himself with joyful cries, remorse, hypocrisy, vague perspectives that crush you in their imperceptible gears, the serious spitting on sacred axioms, the vermin and its insinuating tickles, the insane prefaces, like those of Cromwell, of the island of Maupin and Dumas fils, the caducities, the impotences, the blasphemies, the suffocations, the suffocations, the rages, - in front of these filthy mass graves, which I blush to name, it is time to react finally against what shocks us and bends us so sovereignly."

Hermes

May Hermes, god of travellers and thieves

Skate on these frozen revels to receive

Not more applause - not yet - but, silence, please.

(Apologies to Aristophanes.)

We feel we must extend the end he'd planned

and graft some new material on his grand

finale, as a warning. We too hate war

and think the country's governed by a house of whores.

Write your petition. Fine. And sign it.

But while you scream for peace: DEFINE IT.

Wars have been stopped before, as we well know

And in each case the only thing to go

Were soldiers drawn back to their native coast.

What caused the war went on, quite unopposed.

We, who'd left foreign cities bombed and charred

Squabbled like chickens in our own back yard

And helped the cause of war.

You want peace? Ask for much more

Ask for your real goals first when them you find

pray to the god of thieves, poor mankind."

TELL the shill that the men who fought on either side at Hastings' plain cared nothing for national but everything for feudal allegiance; that lex terrae means the local custom of ordeal and not the "law of the land"; tell him that judicium parium means the right of a noble to be judged by nobles, and has nothing to do with the jury system; tell him that Magna Carta was certainly drawn up before the meeting at Runnymede; that not until the Lancastrians did English kings speak English; that Oliver Cromwell owed his position to the enormous wealth of the Williamses, of whom had he not been a cadet, he would never have been known; tell him that the whole force of the Parliament resided in the squires and that the Civil Wars turned England into an oligarchy; tell him the exact truth about the infamy of Churchill; tell him what proportion of Englishmen during the American War were taxed without being represented; tell him what proportion of Washington's troops were of English blood; tell him any one illuminating and true thing about the history of his country, and the novelty will so offend him that a direct insult would have pleased him better.

https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/First_and_Last_(Belloc)/On_the_Decline_of_the_Book