Tag: warrior ethos

1,944 words

You’d rather see me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin’ in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I’m finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still getting swole off bread and water
I don’t know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbing his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun, they can’t get none.

— N. W. A., “Fuck tha Police.” (more…)

Envy’s Tetsuya Fukagawa

3,910 words

Opening remarks

οὐδαμοῦ γὰρ κινοῦνται μουσικῆς τρόποι ἄνευ πολιτικῶν νόμων τῶν μεγίστων (Plato, Republic 424c)

“The forms of music are not changed without the most significant socio-political mores and laws being changed with them.” So writes Plato in his chef-d’œuvre. This insight is borne out by history, and perhaps never more so than in our own time, the post-war twentieth and twenty-first centuries. (more…)

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Part 4 of 4 (Part 1 here, Part 2 here, Part 3 here)

E. R. Eddison
The Worm Ouroboros
Charleston, S.C.: BiblioBazaar, 2008

We have reserved this mystery for the final part of our review: the question of the meaning of ouroboros, sign and signal of the book we have set ourselves to contemplate. (more…)

E. R. Eddison, 1922

2,810 words

Part 3 of 4 (Part 1 here, Part 2 here)

E. R. Eddison
The Worm Ouroboros
Charleston, S.C.: BiblioBazaar, 2008

The blood which binds one to one’s family and to one’s people is treated throughout The Worm Ouroboros as one of the strongest and least questionable motivators of human action, and proves to be finally decisive in all the characters to whom we are presented. (more…)

2,661 words

Part 2 of 4 (Part 1 here)

E. R. Eddison
The Worm Ouroboros
Charleston, S.C.: BiblioBazaar, 2008

We lovers of the Occident are in a hard battle; before the end of it, we will be tried in ways we might not even now imagine. All of us, I think, perceive as much. (more…)

2,077 words

Part 1 of 4

E. R. Eddison
The Worm Ouroboros
Charleston, S.C.: BiblioBazaar, 2008

Long would I hesitate before calling any literary work of the past century great. That word, so abused in our day, seems to me best reserved for the highest prose and poetry of the literary sphere, and I am of the opinion that precious little of such is to be found in these latter days. (more…)