Author: Fenek Solère

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Even on the waves there is fighting
Where fish and flesh are woven into sea
One stabs the lance while in the army
Another throws it into the ocean

— “Reise Reise” (2004) (more…)

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“Sure,” they say, “he flirted with far-right politics when he played in Peste Noire, but he’s changed.”

— Mainstream fans defending Neige’s musical heritage

French band Alcest is one of the premier exponents of the blackgaze scene. (more…)

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“Stern and unbending Toryism has never paid dividends to the Conservative Party, nor in practice when in office has the party ever taken that line.”

 — Robert Norman William Blake, The Conservative Party from Peel to Major (2011) (more…)

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“You fight for your own country, and your own group, and your own culture, and your own civilization, at your own level, and in your own way. And when someone says apologize for this or for that, you say: No. I regret nothing!”

— Jonathan Bowden (Credo) (more…)

Praça Do Comércio

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“John of Gaunt’s speech having shown that patriotic verse can be poetry of a high order, Pessoa in Mensagem showed this still to be true. Most of the poems also go beyond patriotism: those in which King Sebastian figures are metaphors for the religious quest, and those about the ordeals of the seafarers dramatize the poet’s inner perseverance.”

— Jonathan Griffin (Introduction to Mensagem, 2007) (more…)

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“The James Dean of French Fascism.”– Alice Kaplan, author of The Collaborator: The Trial and Execution of Robert Brasillach (2001)

Such a description of the puny, bespectacled, and boyish-looking poet — especially coming from the daughter of a Nuremberg prosecutor — seems to be either thinly barbed facetiousness or malignant irony. (more…)

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“But what does it mean, the plague? It’s life, that’s all.”
–  Albert Camus, The Plague (1947)

The Coronavirus pandemic has rather put me in mind of Albert Camus’s classic allegorical book about the pestilence that struck the “ugly and smug little port town” of his native Oran in the 1940s. The plague is a metaphor that Camus rather unsubtly intended to represent the growth of National Socialism (more…)

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“What is in store for my children tomorrow?”
— Steiner, from the movie La Dolce Vita (1961)

I was staying in Neive, a tiny red-roofed Piedmont village caught in a time-warp, where the traditions and ingrained habits of centuries, like the rolling vine-clad hills, remain unchanged. (more…)

Geeta Guru-Murthy, BBC World News presenter.

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“All beliefs, habits, tastes, emotions, mental attitudes that characterize our time are really designed to sustain the mystique of the Party and prevent the true nature of present-day society from being perceived.”

 — From Emmanuel Goldstein’s Manifesto from Orwell’s 1984.  (more…)

Matteo Salvini. Photo courtesy of Wikimedia  Commons

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In what is quite clearly emerging as a worldwide Deep State tactic to hamstring the rise of national populism wherever “the system” sees it raising its ugly head, we have — closely following the Trump impeachment saga and the arraignment of Marine Le Pen for posting violent ISIS images on her Twitter account — the withdrawal of the right to immunity for Matteo Salvini, (more…)

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“The legionary spirit is that fire of one who will choose the hardest road, who will fight to the death even when all is already lost.” — Julius Evola (more…)

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“Sardines” rally in Bologna. (Andreas Solaro, for AFP.)

“Ālea iacta est” — “The die has been cast” — Julius Caesar.

My heart sank when I saw the flash mob, nicknamed the Sardines, crowding the 15th-century Piazza Maggiore in Bologna to oppose Matteo Salvini’s Lega campaign launch in the PalaDozza, waving their banners and chanting their slogan: “Bologna non si Lega!” (more…)

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I thought things could not get worse for the Royal Family after the future King Charles the 3rd was caught out claiming he wanted to be his aging mistress’s female sanitary product while his own wife was cuckolding him with a string of Muslim and Arabic men in hotel rooms all over London and Western Europe. That scandal mercifully ended on the night of 31st August, 1997, in the Pont de l’Alma tunnel in Paris.

But of course, I was wrong. (more…)