Ah, the dream. Fascism without authority. Socialism without equality. Cats without kitty litter. Knives without stabbings, etc.
Of course it wouldn't last. Eventually, Fiume must be tossed into the jaws of brownshirts, then Reds, thrashed back and forth till it's an unrecognizable and unlovable pulp.
That's because all players of these games play only for skin, only for the explosive moment. Foucault is ultimately interested in raping brown boys in graveyards. Like MUTHUR said: "All other considerations secondary."
The vainglorious Autonomists are fun, interesting, intoxicatingly vibrant. Most will also tuck tail and run at the first sign of trouble, if not betray you for pocket change.
Still, the perodic explosions might have an intrinsic and lasting value in the nous. Can the kingdoms last long enough to bear good fruit? Nope. But a party is a party, and some parties make for a helluva good story.
Mark here with his brute reality check and understanding of history + the possibilities for the future. A good story, a good party, and wealth for the artists and poets who dare to go against the sterile regime. Let’s do this.
But seriously, the position of "party planner" should be recognized as a high one, in any movement worth a damn. It seems like women are generally better in that domain. Go for it.
I love this sort of thing. It's healthy. The forces of stagnation are so strong that the forces of dynamism must be excessive, vehement, and over the top.
I loved Marinetti's manifesto when I read it 43 years ago.
But politics is also and always practical. Someone has the guns, the keys to the jail cells, and the accounts with the tax revenue, and the boots will ring on the pavement, and coins will clink into the boxes.
So, Who/Whom?
D'Annunzio must answer Lenin's question.
Every regime has to.
Biggest obstacle to this happening, in some form ...
You know it, deep down ...
Women with minor children won't like it.
Women who want to have children won't like it.
Women who do want it are unusual.
(That's a compliment, Rachel.)
Normie women want stability.
Normie women vote and organize.
Normie women are a ten foot high cement barrier to explosive, artistic politics.
They are also the mothers of the future of your society, so you have to have them, unless this is a one generation, sterile performance piece that ends in a geriatric Götterdämmerung.
So ...
Serious question: How do you cut them in on this?
What does D'Annunzio say from the balcony to these women, to woo them?
This is not a dream, although it might seem so in the current circumstance. We must think beyond the present and consider how Nature works.
It is natural for order, growing sclerotic over time, to release through carnival static force that otherwise would decompose. This cleanses force, recomposing it. At which point it finds once more its natural order. Thus rhythms are formed. Diastolic. Systolic. So it goes.
Fiume was the founding carnival of fascism. Cut short, embroiled in war, no rhythms were established. No natural order formed. But we see the importance of D’Annunzio, who led revelry and thus was a kind of prophet. To many around the world, Adolf Hitler was the shining star of that age. Only time knows when a new star will rise and a new cycle begin.
Carnival and order. These are a pair. But it seems impossible to feel how they can be part of the same thing. They do not exist now, neither of them. There is no joy, no release. Our world is disordered, meaningless, terrifying. One might despair at such a time. One might grow sick.
But think of Camille Paglia and the notions she explored in Sexual Personae. I contend that to survive and be ready for the rising of the star, to unite what now seems disparate - chaotic carnival and ordered hierarchy - we must accept within ourselves the potentiality of a single, unified self, of ourselves finding peace and joy, and pleasure, in both.
To one who is focused on order, I am degenerate. And so it is. To one who is focused on carnival, I am far right or whatever the current term is. And so it is also. But both images arise from the same source. Each image contains personae. It is the chaos of the modern world that makes these personae seem irreconcilable.
There is no easy way to individuation in the current circumstance. Many people feel themselves to be divided, their unity occulted. Embracing one aspect, we recoil from another. As Jung said, what is repressed is projected. Everywhere that is the law. “Whatever is rejected from the self, appears in the world as an event.”
Also from Jung, “Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.” Diastolic. Systolic. We belong to both.
How then might we have unity within ourselves now. We can begin by considering the structure of an umbelliferous flower. Parsley or angelica. Wild parsnip, etc. The umbelliferous flower is a “flat-topped inflorescence with all the pedicels arising from a common point.”
This metaphor reveals one way in which a self might be structured to survive the current chaos and heal the apparent conceptual gulf between what you might chose to call ‘fascist’ and ‘liberal’ in your self. And let there be clarity on this point, the liberal order is dead. Only machines make it seem alive. Metaphorically speaking, it breathed its last in the Great Financial Crisis. Massive dollar creation is the life support machine and that, whether by design or not, is failing now.
Within the umbelliferous self, each pedicel harbours one complex persona. Conscious is a bee. It moves between pedicels. Where it rests, there is your consciousness as you find it now. As the bee shifts from one pedicle to another, all within one umbel, all yourself, so you express through different personae a single, marvellous entity that breathes and moves and feels and, most importantly, does.
This image might help you heal. Moving from one mode to another, from carnival to order and back again, you are all one and beyond this field - in which a stem grows, from which extends an umbel, one amongst many - above distant hills, a star is rising. And so your gaze rests upon that star.
Thank you. I think perhaps this platform involves a hive effect. I like how someone else's article was figured from the field of your unconscious and you buzz it into the hive. I take in that article and then sleep and do whatever I did in my own absence. Upon awakening I have a series of images figured in my field, including umbels. And a bee. That image of the umbelliferous self first appeared in my poem The Mermiad (2007), which is here:
The poem is in six sections. There is a 'Next section' link at the bottom right of each screen.
In that umbellic manifestation consciousness appears in the form of a fly. The poem supposes an 18th century English garden, the type with follies, temples, grottoes, mounts, etc. to be intentionally psychoactive. Actually, they were, or some of them at least. And very often they were politically charged. I exaggerated the effect and sexed it up in other ways. I am so pleased to have it surface now, after all that time . . .
The fact that the traditional managers of modern "culture" are rapidly losing their credibility means that conditions for Futurist-type movements are ripe. Out of that particular explosion of energy came Art Deco and composers like Stravinsky. Who knows what the next wave will bring...
Here we are. I’ve actually been meaning to respond to your post on right wing art. I know so many incredible right wing artists and am currently talking with a few people about opening up a gallery. I want to extend it to transgressive artists in general though, especially since we’re in a period of realignment.
The end of history or beginning of being? You decide? An up-for-grabs society promises real formal war that may one day lead to peace, whereas the lack of history grants a thousand petty skirmishes that can never be resolved, no matter how creative the last men might be.
Explosions have damaged, but the lacking of them produce anxiety.
Do you ask with respect to social liberalism, or with fiscal liberalism? I can't see social liberalism as incompatible with fabian at all. I can imagine fiscal liberalism grinding against classical fascism in quite a few specifics.
Also, for purposes of the question it's important, I think, to differentiate classic fascism from garden variety totalitarianism and from tyranny, which is a whole other consideration.
The answer's yes! Because "socially liberal people" tend to be all about controlling people's money and killing the innocent (babies). They pretend not to be fascists, whatever that really means, but they are.
I think this may be a reality for certain places in the not too distant future, but this seems to characterize a flux state more than a truly new mode of politics.
1919 would be a time of politics being in the air, communists popping up to topple ancient monarchies, democracies cladding themselves in the armor of crusaders, religions frantically asserting themselves as much as being cast aside, empires rising and falling; a time of political chaos. People don’t have assured loyalties, so they will search for Allies and leadership anywhere they can find it. If Fiume were to come back to life, it would need to be in a similar chaos to make it tenable.
But it would die as soon as it came. Once those coalitions and leaders manifested, all the people that were enjoying their revelry would find the camps to join and draw their battle lines.
Interwar politics were kind of wild like that when you look into it. Western Democracies were fascinated with Mussolini as much as Stalin during this time. The fascists were battling the communists and forging alliances with them the same year.
But 25 years later, you have the world split in two only to be dominated by a global hegemon another 50 years later.
I’d be more interested in what the post-Fiume would be. As the pre-Fiume was a wildly different world than the post-Fiume.
But perhaps, whoever controls that mythic Fiume would the person that controls what the post Fiume will be. I’m curious, what kind of people came out of Fiume after it died out? Did they all fall into obscurity? Or did they fall into obscurity?
Ah, the dream. Fascism without authority. Socialism without equality. Cats without kitty litter. Knives without stabbings, etc.
Of course it wouldn't last. Eventually, Fiume must be tossed into the jaws of brownshirts, then Reds, thrashed back and forth till it's an unrecognizable and unlovable pulp.
That's because all players of these games play only for skin, only for the explosive moment. Foucault is ultimately interested in raping brown boys in graveyards. Like MUTHUR said: "All other considerations secondary."
The vainglorious Autonomists are fun, interesting, intoxicatingly vibrant. Most will also tuck tail and run at the first sign of trouble, if not betray you for pocket change.
Still, the perodic explosions might have an intrinsic and lasting value in the nous. Can the kingdoms last long enough to bear good fruit? Nope. But a party is a party, and some parties make for a helluva good story.
And a good story isn't currency. It's wealth.
Mark here with his brute reality check and understanding of history + the possibilities for the future. A good story, a good party, and wealth for the artists and poets who dare to go against the sterile regime. Let’s do this.
But seriously, the position of "party planner" should be recognized as a high one, in any movement worth a damn. It seems like women are generally better in that domain. Go for it.
Tonight we're gonna party like it's 199whoooops.
Mark, tangential to you're knives without stabbings, it seems there's a market for knives without blades; https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/article/2024/may/07/swiss-army-knife-maker-to-produce-version-without-a-blade
Blade-less knives. Will wonders never cease.
I love this sort of thing. It's healthy. The forces of stagnation are so strong that the forces of dynamism must be excessive, vehement, and over the top.
I loved Marinetti's manifesto when I read it 43 years ago.
But politics is also and always practical. Someone has the guns, the keys to the jail cells, and the accounts with the tax revenue, and the boots will ring on the pavement, and coins will clink into the boxes.
So, Who/Whom?
D'Annunzio must answer Lenin's question.
Every regime has to.
Biggest obstacle to this happening, in some form ...
You know it, deep down ...
Women with minor children won't like it.
Women who want to have children won't like it.
Women who do want it are unusual.
(That's a compliment, Rachel.)
Normie women want stability.
Normie women vote and organize.
Normie women are a ten foot high cement barrier to explosive, artistic politics.
They are also the mothers of the future of your society, so you have to have them, unless this is a one generation, sterile performance piece that ends in a geriatric Götterdämmerung.
So ...
Serious question: How do you cut them in on this?
What does D'Annunzio say from the balcony to these women, to woo them?
Can it be done?
This is a great question. I'm going to come up with a great answer.
We stand in the square, below the balcony, awaiting your appearance, and your answer!
Oh man this Fiume rabbit hole is amazing.
Isn’t it though?
This is not a dream, although it might seem so in the current circumstance. We must think beyond the present and consider how Nature works.
It is natural for order, growing sclerotic over time, to release through carnival static force that otherwise would decompose. This cleanses force, recomposing it. At which point it finds once more its natural order. Thus rhythms are formed. Diastolic. Systolic. So it goes.
Fiume was the founding carnival of fascism. Cut short, embroiled in war, no rhythms were established. No natural order formed. But we see the importance of D’Annunzio, who led revelry and thus was a kind of prophet. To many around the world, Adolf Hitler was the shining star of that age. Only time knows when a new star will rise and a new cycle begin.
Carnival and order. These are a pair. But it seems impossible to feel how they can be part of the same thing. They do not exist now, neither of them. There is no joy, no release. Our world is disordered, meaningless, terrifying. One might despair at such a time. One might grow sick.
But think of Camille Paglia and the notions she explored in Sexual Personae. I contend that to survive and be ready for the rising of the star, to unite what now seems disparate - chaotic carnival and ordered hierarchy - we must accept within ourselves the potentiality of a single, unified self, of ourselves finding peace and joy, and pleasure, in both.
To one who is focused on order, I am degenerate. And so it is. To one who is focused on carnival, I am far right or whatever the current term is. And so it is also. But both images arise from the same source. Each image contains personae. It is the chaos of the modern world that makes these personae seem irreconcilable.
There is no easy way to individuation in the current circumstance. Many people feel themselves to be divided, their unity occulted. Embracing one aspect, we recoil from another. As Jung said, what is repressed is projected. Everywhere that is the law. “Whatever is rejected from the self, appears in the world as an event.”
Also from Jung, “Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.” Diastolic. Systolic. We belong to both.
How then might we have unity within ourselves now. We can begin by considering the structure of an umbelliferous flower. Parsley or angelica. Wild parsnip, etc. The umbelliferous flower is a “flat-topped inflorescence with all the pedicels arising from a common point.”
This metaphor reveals one way in which a self might be structured to survive the current chaos and heal the apparent conceptual gulf between what you might chose to call ‘fascist’ and ‘liberal’ in your self. And let there be clarity on this point, the liberal order is dead. Only machines make it seem alive. Metaphorically speaking, it breathed its last in the Great Financial Crisis. Massive dollar creation is the life support machine and that, whether by design or not, is failing now.
Within the umbelliferous self, each pedicel harbours one complex persona. Conscious is a bee. It moves between pedicels. Where it rests, there is your consciousness as you find it now. As the bee shifts from one pedicle to another, all within one umbel, all yourself, so you express through different personae a single, marvellous entity that breathes and moves and feels and, most importantly, does.
This image might help you heal. Moving from one mode to another, from carnival to order and back again, you are all one and beyond this field - in which a stem grows, from which extends an umbel, one amongst many - above distant hills, a star is rising. And so your gaze rests upon that star.
Beautifully said.
Thank you. I think perhaps this platform involves a hive effect. I like how someone else's article was figured from the field of your unconscious and you buzz it into the hive. I take in that article and then sleep and do whatever I did in my own absence. Upon awakening I have a series of images figured in my field, including umbels. And a bee. That image of the umbelliferous self first appeared in my poem The Mermiad (2007), which is here:
http://www.greatworks.org.uk/poems/merm1.html
The poem is in six sections. There is a 'Next section' link at the bottom right of each screen.
In that umbellic manifestation consciousness appears in the form of a fly. The poem supposes an 18th century English garden, the type with follies, temples, grottoes, mounts, etc. to be intentionally psychoactive. Actually, they were, or some of them at least. And very often they were politically charged. I exaggerated the effect and sexed it up in other ways. I am so pleased to have it surface now, after all that time . . .
The fact that the traditional managers of modern "culture" are rapidly losing their credibility means that conditions for Futurist-type movements are ripe. Out of that particular explosion of energy came Art Deco and composers like Stravinsky. Who knows what the next wave will bring...
The Revolution will probably look like this. Whether it lasts…
Here we are. I’ve actually been meaning to respond to your post on right wing art. I know so many incredible right wing artists and am currently talking with a few people about opening up a gallery. I want to extend it to transgressive artists in general though, especially since we’re in a period of realignment.
That sounds fantastic.
The end of history or beginning of being? You decide? An up-for-grabs society promises real formal war that may one day lead to peace, whereas the lack of history grants a thousand petty skirmishes that can never be resolved, no matter how creative the last men might be.
Explosions have damaged, but the lacking of them produce anxiety.
Do you ask with respect to social liberalism, or with fiscal liberalism? I can't see social liberalism as incompatible with fabian at all. I can imagine fiscal liberalism grinding against classical fascism in quite a few specifics.
Also, for purposes of the question it's important, I think, to differentiate classic fascism from garden variety totalitarianism and from tyranny, which is a whole other consideration.
This was a great read! Really gets me excited for new thinkers and artists with energy
The answer's yes! Because "socially liberal people" tend to be all about controlling people's money and killing the innocent (babies). They pretend not to be fascists, whatever that really means, but they are.
I think this may be a reality for certain places in the not too distant future, but this seems to characterize a flux state more than a truly new mode of politics.
1919 would be a time of politics being in the air, communists popping up to topple ancient monarchies, democracies cladding themselves in the armor of crusaders, religions frantically asserting themselves as much as being cast aside, empires rising and falling; a time of political chaos. People don’t have assured loyalties, so they will search for Allies and leadership anywhere they can find it. If Fiume were to come back to life, it would need to be in a similar chaos to make it tenable.
But it would die as soon as it came. Once those coalitions and leaders manifested, all the people that were enjoying their revelry would find the camps to join and draw their battle lines.
Interwar politics were kind of wild like that when you look into it. Western Democracies were fascinated with Mussolini as much as Stalin during this time. The fascists were battling the communists and forging alliances with them the same year.
But 25 years later, you have the world split in two only to be dominated by a global hegemon another 50 years later.
I’d be more interested in what the post-Fiume would be. As the pre-Fiume was a wildly different world than the post-Fiume.
But perhaps, whoever controls that mythic Fiume would the person that controls what the post Fiume will be. I’m curious, what kind of people came out of Fiume after it died out? Did they all fall into obscurity? Or did they fall into obscurity?
Fascism was born out of progressive movements.
The Philosophy Of Fascism, by Mario Palmieri, the forward is by Benito Mussolini.
Well worth the read.