[CTRL] Sacred Drift
-Caveat Lector- from: http://www.umsl.edu/~skthoma/lword9.htm Click Here: http://www.umsl.edu/~skthoma/lword9.htm">Steamshovel Press: The Latest Word - The Latest Word Sacred Drift by Len Bracken Len Bracken's new book from Adventures Unlimited, The Arch Conspirator, takes a deeper look at conspiracy in history than few other books ever have. It includes essays and commentaries new insights on global politics and their conspiratorial underpinnings. Bracken follows a maze through interwoven tales from the Russian Conspiracy, through his interview with Costa Rican novelist Joaquin Gutierrez, and follows his Psychogeographic Map into the Third Millenium. The Arch Conspirator also contains Bracken's General Theory of Civil War; A False Report Exposing the Dirty Truth About South African Intelligence Services; the Neo-Catiline Conspiracy for the Cancellation of Debt; Anti-Labor Day, 1997, with selected Aphorisms Against Work; Solar Economics; and much more. It makes a remarkable addition to the library of the thinking conspiracy theorist. Bracken authored Guy Debord - Revolutionary(Feral House), documenting the biography of the great Situationist thinker DeBord, who helped expose the conspiracy culture as the society of the Spectacle. Bracken also served as the translator of another great Situationist, Gianfranco Sanguinetti, with the first English translation of a Situ classic, The Real Report on the Last Chance to Save Capitalism in Italy (Flatland). Bracken is also well-known as the editor of Extraphile, an underground newsletter of the Extranational movement, and has contributed to Anarchy, Steamshovel Press and many other magazines and alternative periodicals. The following essay is a press release of the Baltimore-Washington Psychogeography Association (POB 5585 Arlington, VA 22205; tel. 703-715-6816) . It does not appear in The Arch Conspirator, but reflects some of the book's examination of the dark corridor of conspiracy. Members of the Baltimore-Washington Psychogeography Association made a pre-Mother's Day (1999) expedition to the Basilica glorifying the Christian Mother of God. The Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception stands near the backbone of Washington, DC (WDC), the great divide called North Capitol Street that separates city's northwest and northeast quadrants like a pair of human lungs or the hemispheres of a brain.(l) The drifters approach from Harewood Road, NE, and quickly spot an omen: a dead squirrel on the sidewalk with what T-S knows are indications of rat poison on its carcass. The drift continues, and suddenly a mockingbird lands on the driveway hedge and mocks the blare of a car alarm. A second omen, but of what, they don't know. They consider the meaning of this omen for a moment, and suddenly a woman approaches from the direction of the Shrine. "Excuse me miss," L-A begins, in Spanish, "If may I speak with you for a moment." "Of course," she says with a sense of inner serenity and strength. "Can you tell me the difference between the Assumption and the Ascension?" "Yes, well, the Assumption is when the angels absorbed the dead body of Mary into heaven to be crowned Mother of God by the Father. We celebrate this on August fifteenth every year with a Feast of the Assumption." She looks at L-A. "You know what the Ascension is, don't you?" L-A shakes his head. "The Ascension is when Christ rose into heaven and we celebrate it forty days after Easter." "You've been so helpful. I didn't know that, and none of my friends knew it either. Where are you from?" "Guatemala." L-A imagines her prayers for peace. "Thank you very much." "What was that all about?" T-S asks. "Never mind." T-S grumbles something about "the presumption of the Assumption," but L-A doesn't want anyone to know that he has the slightest interest in religion, which is why he asked the woman in Spanish and won't translate the answer for T-S. You see, these drifters approach the largest Catholic church in the Western Hemisphere from rival perspectives. T-S, a fifty-year-old musician, subscribes to spiritist psychogeography--the wine of life trickles out a bag-obscured bottle in Malcom X park while he talks to Dante's statue as if he, T-S, were Virgil taking the exiled poet on a drift through the world of gods, myths, and spirits; as if, in an ideal sense, the series of cascading pools lined by a narrow granite rim were the River Styx. L-A finds reality in materialist psychogeography; the omens of human ecology disclose themselves in Georgetown shop windows, in the juxtaposition, for example, of a watch boutique featuring futuristic designs and the gargantuan, backwards-spinning clock in F.A.0. Swartz. In an instant of Protagorean perception (2), festive scenes of rag-tag Rabelasian jubilees clash with the sleek, digital conception of time embodied in space-age watches. The wine of life no longer flows the way it did in Medieval Spain during the five months everyone took
[CTRL] Sacred Drift
-Caveat Lector- from: http://www.umsl.edu/~skthoma/lword.htm http://www.umsl.edu/~skthoma/lword.htm">Steamshovel Press: The Latest Word - The Latest Word Sacred Drift by Len Bracken Len Bracken's new book from Adventures Unlimited, The Arch Conspirator, takes a deeper look at conspiracy in history than few other books ever have. It includes essays and commentaries new insights on global politics and their conspiratorial underpinnings. Bracken follows a maze through interwoven tales from the Russian Conspiracy, through his interview with Costa Rican novelist Joaquin Gutierrez, and follows his Psychogeographic Map into the Third Millenium. The Arch Conspirator also contains Bracken's General Theory of Civil War; A False Report Exposing the Dirty Truth About South African Intelligence Services; the Neo-Catiline Conspiracy for the Cancellation of Debt; Anti-Labor Day, 1997, with selected Aphorisms Against Work; Solar Economics; and much more. It makes a remarkable addition to the library of the thinking conspiracy theorist. Bracken authored Guy Debord - Revolutionary(Feral House), documenting the biography of the great Situationist thinker DeBord, who helped expose the conspiracy culture as the society of the Spectacle. Bracken also served as the translator of another great Situationist, Gianfranco Sanguinetti, with the first English translation of a Situ classic, The Real Report on the Last Chance to Save Capitalism in Italy (Flatland). Bracken is also well-known as the editor of Extraphile, an underground newsletter of the Extranational movement, and has contributed to Anarchy, Steamshovel Press and many other magazines and alternative peri585 Arlington, VA 22205; tel. 703-715-6816) . It does not appear in The Arch Conspirator, but reflects some of the book's examination of the dark corridor of conspiracy. Members of the Baltimore-Washington Psychogeography Association made a pre-Mother's Day (1999) expedition to the Basilica glorifying the Christian Mother of God. The Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception stands near the backbone of Washington, DC (WDC), the great divide called North Capitol Street that separates city's northwest and northeast quadrants like a pair of human lungs or the hemispheres of a brain.(l) The drifters approach from Harewood Road, NE, and quickly spot an omen: a dead squirrel on the sidewalk with what T-S knows are indications of rat poison on its carcass. The drift continues, and suddenly a mockingbird lands on the driveway hedge and mocks the blare of a car alarm. A second omen, but of what, they don't know. They consider the meaning of this omen for a moment, and suddenly a woman approaches from the direction of the Shrine. "Excuse me miss," L-A begins, in Spanish, "If may I speak with you for a moment." "Of course," she says with a sense of inner serenity and strength. "Can you tell me the difference between the Assumption and the Ascension?" "Yes, well, the Assumption is when the angels absorbed the dead body of Mary into heaven to be crowned Mother of God by the Father. We celebrate this on August fifteenth every year with a Feast of the Assumption." She looks at L-A. "You know what the Ascension is, don't you?" L-A shakes his head. "The Ascension is when Christ rose into heaven and we celebrate it forty days after Easter." "You've been so helpful. I didn't know that, and none of my friends knew it either. Where are you from?" "Guatemala." L-A imagines her prayers for peace. "Thank you very much." "What was that all about?" T-S asks. "Never mind." T-S grumbles something about "the presumption of the Assumption," but L-A doesn't want anyone to know that he has the slightest interest in religion, which is why he asked the woman in Spanish and won't translate the answer for T-S. You see, these drifters approach the largest Catholic church in the Western Hemisphere from rival perspectives. T-S, a fifty-year-old musician, subscribes to spiritist psychogeography--the wine of life trickles out a bag-obscured bottle in Malcom X park while he talks to Dante's statue as if he, T-S, were Virgil taking the exiled poet on a drift through the world of gods, myths, and spirits; as if, in an ideal sense, the series of cascading pools lined by a narrow granite rim were the River Styx. L-A finds reality in materialist psychogeography; the omens of human ecology disclose themselves in Georgetown shop windows, in the juxtaposition, for example, of a watch boutique featuring futuristic designs and the gargantuan, backwards-spinning clock in F.A.0. Swartz. In an instant of Protagorean perception (2), festive scenes of rag-tag Rabelasian jubilees clash with the sleek, digital conception of time embodied in space-age watches. The wine of life no longer flows the way it did in Medieval Spain during the five months everyone took for holidays and festivals. Time, like the watches and virtually everything else in Washington, is a commodity. All tha
