Postmodernism’s Rituals by Marcus Bale


Postmodernist:

I am the very model of postmodernism’s rituals

My world is made of language reinforced by strong habituals --

There’s nothing really out there, and there’s no one who exists for me –

And any people hearing this are other solipsists for me.

The world is in my head, I don’t believe in physicality;

I brilliantly create it all with magical reality,

Rejecting all experience with mystical depravity –

Ignoring Alan Sokal’s twenty-storey test of gravity.



Chic Chorus:

Ignoring Alan Sokal’s twenty-storey test of gravity.

Ignoring Alan Sokal’s twenty-storey test of gravity.

Ignoring Alan Sokal’s twenty-storey test of gravity.



Postmodernist:

It used to be that science was the tool for every liberal

To use to show that kings and priests were selling mystic gibberal,

But now we want our new-age crystal-gazing fuddy-duddying

Not lectures, labs, experiments, or -- goddess save us! -- studying.



Chic Chorus:

But now we want our new-age crystal-gazing fuddy-duddying

Not lectures, labs, experiments, or -- goddess save us! -- studying.



Postmodernist:

Postmodern art is anything an artist may assert it is;

It isn’t hard to see what kind of formless blowhard blurt it is.

Where nothing’s good or bad there’s only infinite variety:

Your deepest held belief is someone else’s impropriety.

And even that’s not really real, our brains are just achieving it

Through language, fear, and habit, and believing in believing it --

Which means respect the rules of which each local god has sent a list:

You cannot be postmodern if you’re not a fundamentalist.



Chic Chorus:

You cannot be postmodern if you’re not a fundamentalist.

You cannot be postmodern if you’re not a fundamentalist.

You cannot be postmodern if you’re not a fundamentalist.



Postmodernist:

We don’t distinguish good from bad – we can’t be preferentialist --

We sneer at beauty, justice, truth, and balance as essentialist.

Reality is all made up, and truth’s a triviality,

And science isn’t anything but jumped-up mysticality.



Chic Chorus:

Reality is all made up, and truth’s a triviality,

And science isn’t anything but jumped-up mysticality.



Postmodernist:

When I can claim there’s no there there, it isn’t verifiable –

Which means that any claim that I put forward’s undeniable;

When I can claim that making claims is meaningless is meaningless --

As if to try to sanitize a hospital by cleaning less;

When all I need to do is spout some double talk for victory

By claiming contradiction is itself a contradictory,

When all that science claims is that it’s merely hypothetical

Then heresy is always truth and every truth’s heretical!



Chic Chorus:

Then heresy is always truth and every truth’s heretical!

Then heresy is always truth and every truth’s heretical!

Then heresy is always truth and every truth’s heretical!



Postmodernist:

And so therefore we’ve cleared away the sciences’ dementedness,

And we are left to celebrate our contentless contentedness:

Our world is made of language reinforced by strong habituals --

We are the very models of postmodernism’s rituals.



Chic Chorus:

Our world is made of language reinforced by strong habituals --

We are the very models of postmodernism’s rituals.

- Marcus Bales



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John Eden's Shake the Foundations Mix Vol. 1

"For some of us the experience of reggae was far more unsettling than a mere alphabetised clutch of Wailers LPs. People get warped by dub and reggae, and they never recover. And there are reasons for this." Ian Penman

Received wisdom has it that "real" dub was made in Jamaica in the 1970s, by engineers mutating tracks by "proper" musicians. None of the tracks on this CD meet all of these criteria. Very few meet any of them.

Without wishing to dis the golden age of reggae (indeed - check for future mixes) there has been a wealth of music recorded more recently that tries to build on the studio sorcery of Tubby, Perry et al in a way that looks to the future rather than upholding some kind of bogus tradition.

Arguments abound as to whether dub is a genre, or a technique, with purists favouring the former and visionaries ploughing head-first into the latter. This ism-ing and schism-ing is all too easily upset by the continual flood of gimmicky product - insipid ambient digi dub that doesn't even qualify as nice background music, or perhaps "dub techno" in which yet another workmanlike 12" tries to rescue itself from obscurity by the addition of a bit of echo and reverb.

As ever, the selector's role is simply to wade through the dirt looking for the jewels. The tracks here vary from experimental electronica to techno, to the much-maligned "UK dub" steppers played by soundsystems like Jah Shaka and Abashanti. If there is anything that holds them together other than "dub" it is a certain edge - a dread intensity far removed from the image of reggae as summery beach music. It's cold inna babylon, as a wise man once said.

This mix was hammered out live, in two takes - and it shows. What you hear is what was played. If I was playing these tracks out, you'd get more version excursions and some selections representing the other flavours of dub and reggae.

John Eden - June 2002

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Explorers Of The Darkest Depths by bedawang

tiny crevices shelter breath
as the interior morrel
dark and woodsy
turned Mayan cocoa
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tunnels temper flow
aggregate gold proffered
while kneeling down ~
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