You'd think I could get some, somewhere, wouldn't you?
Or, at the very worst, goodsex?
But instead every day I wearily pull on my Anti-Sex League sash and put up posters about Artsem.
Oh how those marches satisfy me, and the long lectures on "Ingsoc in Relation to Chess".
Showing posts with label Newspeak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Newspeak. Show all posts
Saturday, 24 May 2008
Crimespeak Update:H Rodham Clinton, Yet Another Whinging Times Editorial
Comrades, it fullwiseseems that Inparty womans are viciouswise speaked. Comrades, why goodspeak Inpartywomanwise? Inparty womans are victims, comrades, historywise: all Inparty mans crimethink so all inparty womans suffer crimethink. Even when Inparty man goodthinks, he crimethinks. Why is this so, comrades? This is because all mans are crimethinkers. All mans must be goodwise wordful. If Inparty woman crimespeaks or ungoodduckspeaks, Inparty mans must be goodthinkful. Elsewise mans are crimethinkers.
Comrades, Inpartywomans only goodspeak, specialwise RFKwise. Error impossible. Crimethink, crimespeak, unexist Inpartywomanwise. Facecrime also muchwise is redneck-placewise. This must suffer execute quickwise.
It is, comrades, doubleplusungood to crimespeak of Inparty womans. All criticism is crimethink. Goodthinkful partymans duckspeak Clintongoodness. UnClintongoodness speaks must be executeful.
Be ware, comrades, that Outpartywomans, Thatcherwise, must fullwise suffer crimespeak and crimethink, as they are unpersons. Words "bitch", "cunt" and "I hope she dies a fucking painful death" are fullwise goodthinks.
Editorial writed by some total twat whose name I fullwise unrecall.
Comrades, Inpartywomans only goodspeak, specialwise RFKwise. Error impossible. Crimethink, crimespeak, unexist Inpartywomanwise. Facecrime also muchwise is redneck-placewise. This must suffer execute quickwise.
It is, comrades, doubleplusungood to crimespeak of Inparty womans. All criticism is crimethink. Goodthinkful partymans duckspeak Clintongoodness. UnClintongoodness speaks must be executeful.
Be ware, comrades, that Outpartywomans, Thatcherwise, must fullwise suffer crimespeak and crimethink, as they are unpersons. Words "bitch", "cunt" and "I hope she dies a fucking painful death" are fullwise goodthinks.
Editorial writed by some total twat whose name I fullwise unrecall.
Sunday, 18 May 2008
The Echoes of Your Footsteps on the Stairs
The point of this line*, is of course, that although it points to the love between Winston and Julia it really refers to the approach of Thought Police Agent Charrington. For the entirety of their love affair the sound of footsteps has haunted them, even if they have not thought of it: it is a bleakly cynical satire on adulterous relationships in a free society and a bitter denunciation of the impossibility of even innocent relationships in an unfree one. Indeed, since the moment Winston put frown to face, many years before he put pen to paper, he has awaited the moment of discovery. Critiques of Nineteen Eighty Four routinely, and rightly, comment on the paucity of Julia as a character and on the one-dimensional nature of their relationship. Of course, this is part of the point. Winston says: "I hate purity." He wants a relationship dominated by sexual attraction: remember he loathes Julia and is convinced she wants him to die, before she slips him the note. His hate turns to lust turns to love. His lust is rebellion (whereas for us it is the affirmation of our world's values - I think (shlock horror - Orwell was wrong here). For both Winston and Julia, lust is an affirmation of existence, love comes later, if at all. Though it does: in a riotous haranguing of the doctrine of ideology, the infirmity and yet strength of the body ("as applied to artsem") is enough to give Winston colour, vigour, to defeat his ulcers. His eventual love is defeated, not by weakness, but by sheer instinct.
There is a sequence in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight where the Knight, about to take his rightful execution, flinches as the blade is lifted. The Green Knight taunts him as a coward but the point is precisely that his reaction is not cowardice, but that of a living being, that of life in the onrush of death. There is nothing you can do. It is part of the glorious ache for freedom of life.
So it is with Winston. He loses nothing, does nothing, in Room 101 but succumb, briefly to the inevitable. It does not mean love does not exist, or freedom; it means that humanity is beautiful enough to be defeated by brutality. If it were not, it would live with brutality and be, itself, evil. Hence O Brien plays him the tape of his promising to "throw vitriol in a child's face" and breezily waves away his assumption of humanity. Winston, naively, as anyone (maybe - probably- I don't know) in such a world, assumes humanity comes from a single or the single deep feeling at one's heart. He carelessly discards other values - or, maybe more pertinently, has never known them.
He would not betray Julia. Of course he would; he says that only because it is uppermost in his mind, as it is in hers. She loves him, for reasons never quite made clear. He loves her too.
But he is not, until Room 101, properly confronted with what he knows the Party has held against him and all other Party members since time immemorial: the thing he *most* fears. This is no big deal as far as the Thought Police are concerned; it is just a matter of locating it in any individual.
*Which opens the possibility of a Mule type character (out of Asimov's Foundation) being the one to defeat the Party - perhaps??*
In that final place Winston merely accepts what he has so far learned and not quite revised properly; that the kind of love that is required is self-abasement, a kind of religious worship, but of the ecstatic, mystical kind, such that the personality is moved out. It is not betraying Julia that does this, that is just a side effect, it is the facing of one's worst fear.
So it is that fear is a vital element of life, for sound self-preservation reasons (we are organic and irrational after all, and *not* machines); for some that is avoiding jam, or The Jam, or spiders, or spider diagrams, or whatever. Facing our fears - and by extension, the "talking cure" is not the way to go - these things are suppressed for a reason.
Suppressing his fear of rats, he loves and enjoys Julia in a room he *knows* to be crawling with the fuckers. Face to face, as it were, he cannot exist at all. He is destroyed, not by his actof betrayal but by his entirely human, or even entirely animal, instinct. This is precisely what the Party are attempting to demonstrate: you are an animal, and a piss-poor one at that ("if you are a man, Winston, you are the last man"). Let us liberate ourselves from the purely animal in our enjoyment of your suffering. It is this which moves us beyond lust into a realm of abstract power. We have changed you, which is what we wanted to do; over and above the infliction of pain, it is the fact that we have changed you that matters. That, not the "making him suffer", gives power. We have power, we change you. We change all.
So the people who desire change desire power.
Sexcrime, like thoughtcrime, is insidious. It creeps slowly into your marrow until you no longer realise it is there, but it is sinking your blood into a firey earth. Sexcrime becomes your being, into your dreams and your work; it slow-burns your heart into nothing. Sexcrime is all, in a free society.
When you have had enough of thoughtcrime, that is.
*from the soundtrack to Nineteen Eighty Four (1984) by Eurythmics.
There is a sequence in Sir Gawain and the Green Knight where the Knight, about to take his rightful execution, flinches as the blade is lifted. The Green Knight taunts him as a coward but the point is precisely that his reaction is not cowardice, but that of a living being, that of life in the onrush of death. There is nothing you can do. It is part of the glorious ache for freedom of life.
So it is with Winston. He loses nothing, does nothing, in Room 101 but succumb, briefly to the inevitable. It does not mean love does not exist, or freedom; it means that humanity is beautiful enough to be defeated by brutality. If it were not, it would live with brutality and be, itself, evil. Hence O Brien plays him the tape of his promising to "throw vitriol in a child's face" and breezily waves away his assumption of humanity. Winston, naively, as anyone (maybe - probably- I don't know) in such a world, assumes humanity comes from a single or the single deep feeling at one's heart. He carelessly discards other values - or, maybe more pertinently, has never known them.
He would not betray Julia. Of course he would; he says that only because it is uppermost in his mind, as it is in hers. She loves him, for reasons never quite made clear. He loves her too.
But he is not, until Room 101, properly confronted with what he knows the Party has held against him and all other Party members since time immemorial: the thing he *most* fears. This is no big deal as far as the Thought Police are concerned; it is just a matter of locating it in any individual.
*Which opens the possibility of a Mule type character (out of Asimov's Foundation) being the one to defeat the Party - perhaps??*
In that final place Winston merely accepts what he has so far learned and not quite revised properly; that the kind of love that is required is self-abasement, a kind of religious worship, but of the ecstatic, mystical kind, such that the personality is moved out. It is not betraying Julia that does this, that is just a side effect, it is the facing of one's worst fear.
So it is that fear is a vital element of life, for sound self-preservation reasons (we are organic and irrational after all, and *not* machines); for some that is avoiding jam, or The Jam, or spiders, or spider diagrams, or whatever. Facing our fears - and by extension, the "talking cure" is not the way to go - these things are suppressed for a reason.
Suppressing his fear of rats, he loves and enjoys Julia in a room he *knows* to be crawling with the fuckers. Face to face, as it were, he cannot exist at all. He is destroyed, not by his actof betrayal but by his entirely human, or even entirely animal, instinct. This is precisely what the Party are attempting to demonstrate: you are an animal, and a piss-poor one at that ("if you are a man, Winston, you are the last man"). Let us liberate ourselves from the purely animal in our enjoyment of your suffering. It is this which moves us beyond lust into a realm of abstract power. We have changed you, which is what we wanted to do; over and above the infliction of pain, it is the fact that we have changed you that matters. That, not the "making him suffer", gives power. We have power, we change you. We change all.
So the people who desire change desire power.
Sexcrime, like thoughtcrime, is insidious. It creeps slowly into your marrow until you no longer realise it is there, but it is sinking your blood into a firey earth. Sexcrime becomes your being, into your dreams and your work; it slow-burns your heart into nothing. Sexcrime is all, in a free society.
When you have had enough of thoughtcrime, that is.
*from the soundtrack to Nineteen Eighty Four (1984) by Eurythmics.
Saturday, 17 May 2008
Crimespeak: A Times Editorial
TD wishes strongwise for ingsocvic, doubleplussoon. He fears crimethink. Comrades, all newthinkers fear crimethink, certainwise. Crimethink is strongful and painful. TD bellyfeels ingsoc but ownlife is doubleplusdifficult stopwise, when crimestop and blackwhite fail. Comrades, we must, speedwise, identify crimethink. It powerwise attacks thinkcentres and bellyfeeling. A goodful sign is facecrime. Comrades, facecrime plus often happens on BB-sight in telescreen pics. BB-sight causes think crime in plusmany persons. Even, comrades, to the unbellyfeeling of ingsoc. Persons, crimethinkers, oldthinkers, Eurasian spies, crimespeak at BB-sight. Not even crimethink, quickwise as that must unexist. Comrades, what is crimespeak? Crimespeak is ungood speaks about BB and Inparty mans and womans. Also Inparty womans AirstripOneoutful. Crimespeak kills Inparty hearts and uncompletes revolution. Unrevolutionwise, childs live hungrywise. Persons are unfree. Crimespeak is ungood words about BB, crimespeak words which make BB painfeel. BB painfeels when crimethinkers address BB insult-wise. Insult-wise speaking reveals crimethinking and capitalist tendencies from the Dale-Staines-Mail-Telegraphite centre. This centre viciouswise owns all speaks. This centre unfeels duckspeaking. This centre wants BB execute fullwise and speedwise. Comrades this certainful is, if Dale-Staines-Mail-Telegraphite centre is unsmashed!! Forward comrades, with TD: execute destroywise capitalist centre and make childs unhungry in revolution!!!
Comrades: Fullminded be of the dayexecutes. Victory Square, 1900. Richard Littlejohn dropful, Polly Toynbee gunhanded beside poles. Bigscreenful, loopwise.
Editorial writed by Magnus Linklater.
with thanks to Inner Party Observer.
Comrades: Fullminded be of the dayexecutes. Victory Square, 1900. Richard Littlejohn dropful, Polly Toynbee gunhanded beside poles. Bigscreenful, loopwise.
Editorial writed by Magnus Linklater.
with thanks to Inner Party Observer.
Wednesday, 14 May 2008
For The Love of Big Brother
I worship power: oh yes I do, I love powerful beings, in their strength and their decision-making genius, and their rights, oh when I see them exercising their rights it makes me quiver; how they turn and move and destroy. Destruction is the greatest act of power, after the ability to make another suffer. To make another suffer must be as great a display of power as any, but to destroy one - fabulous. Unmake me, unwind me, untie me, let my threads fly into the corners and leave me to settle into the floors. Spill my mind from end to end of the world. Anything can create; very few have the ability to destroy. It takes a certain kind of tidy mind.
Oh the love of power is the end-point of a type of narcissism, the obliteration of self and the dedication to a thing you can absorb yourself in, regardless of who you are (indeed the idea is to subsume one into the other so that it becomes virtually invisible).
Without power there'd be no light; no hospitals, no schools. Someone needs power: power needs someone.
Not me. I just receive it and I look on in awe.
Oh the love of power is the end-point of a type of narcissism, the obliteration of self and the dedication to a thing you can absorb yourself in, regardless of who you are (indeed the idea is to subsume one into the other so that it becomes virtually invisible).
Without power there'd be no light; no hospitals, no schools. Someone needs power: power needs someone.
Not me. I just receive it and I look on in awe.
Friday, 26 January 2007
Dummer Bangs On
*in which the tin drummer speaks in the rhetoric of BB to give his thoughts on the Defending the Blog Controversy*
Comrades,
Why does the drummer bellyfeel Blogpower?
Comrades, you answerfind in the fundamental principles of drumsoc: goodthink, (which is also freethink), crimethink (which, comrades, is goodthinkful if you are drumsocwise, imagicomsocwise or highamsocwise) and otherthink. What is otherthink? Comrades, otherthink is a basic principle of drumsoc. It is allthink in allwise: but, comrades, a blog we must bellyfeel. Oldthinkers unbellyfeel blogpower. Blogpower means thinkwise. Otherthink and allthink are bellyfeeled by BPcomrades.
Comrades, thuswise we are problemwise. Allthink and otherthink are unstoplike concepts in the drumsoc mind. The drumblog goodwise is to the drummer. But the drumblog is the drummer's ownlife - all blogs are ownblogs. DTB is BP voicewise, is the sealike soul of allthinking bloggers.
Comrades, it is reasonlike that allthinks are good and plusgood. DTB is freelike, meaning it is unbounded by rules, like ingsoc: but, comrades, dtb is also adminworklike: it is fruitlike of admintoil, whose goodthink is to keep DTB as freelike as it is doubleplusgood.
So, comrades, it is with stalinheart that the drummer speaks dtb brothers and sisters that they must keep allthinks goodthinkwise on dtb: ungood thinks must not dtb existwise - blogpowerers bellyfeel friendness. Ungood thinks may be ownblog thoughts but blogpoweres must unpromote ungoodthinks on dtb or otherblogs. Blogpowerers must bellyfeel allfreeideas on dtb. Blogpowerers must bellyfeel freeness and existness of others on dtb and linkwise. Blogpowerers may crimethink erase if that is goodwise to them on ownblogs.
Comrades -
the drummer comradesloves. He speaks goodthink and happythink. Listen drummerwise and comment if you agree drummerwise. If you think drummerspeak is crimethink - then unspeak your thinks.
Comrades,
Why does the drummer bellyfeel Blogpower?
Comrades, you answerfind in the fundamental principles of drumsoc: goodthink, (which is also freethink), crimethink (which, comrades, is goodthinkful if you are drumsocwise, imagicomsocwise or highamsocwise) and otherthink. What is otherthink? Comrades, otherthink is a basic principle of drumsoc. It is allthink in allwise: but, comrades, a blog we must bellyfeel. Oldthinkers unbellyfeel blogpower. Blogpower means thinkwise. Otherthink and allthink are bellyfeeled by BPcomrades.
Comrades, thuswise we are problemwise. Allthink and otherthink are unstoplike concepts in the drumsoc mind. The drumblog goodwise is to the drummer. But the drumblog is the drummer's ownlife - all blogs are ownblogs. DTB is BP voicewise, is the sealike soul of allthinking bloggers.
Comrades, it is reasonlike that allthinks are good and plusgood. DTB is freelike, meaning it is unbounded by rules, like ingsoc: but, comrades, dtb is also adminworklike: it is fruitlike of admintoil, whose goodthink is to keep DTB as freelike as it is doubleplusgood.
So, comrades, it is with stalinheart that the drummer speaks dtb brothers and sisters that they must keep allthinks goodthinkwise on dtb: ungood thinks must not dtb existwise - blogpowerers bellyfeel friendness. Ungood thinks may be ownblog thoughts but blogpoweres must unpromote ungoodthinks on dtb or otherblogs. Blogpowerers must bellyfeel allfreeideas on dtb. Blogpowerers must bellyfeel freeness and existness of others on dtb and linkwise. Blogpowerers may crimethink erase if that is goodwise to them on ownblogs.
Comrades -
the drummer comradesloves. He speaks goodthink and happythink. Listen drummerwise and comment if you agree drummerwise. If you think drummerspeak is crimethink - then unspeak your thinks.
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