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This ancient antidote to work is here seen transformed back into work what could be more efficient in getting the workers back to the bench than improving access to the factories of choose your-own-consumer-goods? THE BOOK OF PLEASURE - ajl | Austin osman spare, Occult art, Osman The feeling starts with private individuals, in their irreducible subjectivity, in that part of life on which encouragement to work and submit to a particular regime only breaks its teeth. To begin with it was shoved into the decent obscurity of night, into the cupboard, into your dreams, the inner world which is not abroad in the light of day, which is the measured light of work-time. Let the dead bury the living dead. Publisher: CreateSpace Publication Year: 2015 Format: Trade Paperback Language: English Item Height: 0.2in. Because women, as less servile attendants on economic gods, escape profit-grubbing work ambitions more than men, they are seen by commercial society as the symbol of sexual life unbridled: debauch, infidelity, trickery; Societys repressiveness leads to ingenious ways of enshrouding its sexual exuberance in a nimbus of clammy fog, the charms of that sex depicted in the colours of horrid caves and fathomless gulfs from which swarm multitudes of reptiles which the hero and saint has the job of hacking up. But what good is that, since it remains likely to grow rigid again, repress its desires, and filter off the energy to profit work? The book could be regarded the central text among his writings. The unsayable reveals the presence of life, which is nothing if it does not become all. Why should I get involved in the mayhem of buying and selling? However it is no longer a violent explosion of rage but the steadier violence by-passing them which will sweep laws, banks and commerce away. This faculty for feeling guilty is the hidden persuader in a world where you pay for everything, where you even owe money on what maims and kills you, where they break your legs and sell you crutches. Treat your heart as a motor, your skin like coach-work, and you can evaluate your movements in terms of mechanical jigs. The dread of happiness exceeds that of despair. Beginning with guilt. In turning the tables and reversing perspective, the emancipation of pleasure takes itself as its only reference, refusing to be quantified, judged, compared to anything else or trapped. If shrewd intelligence is gradually superseding brute force it still retains the rationale of the strongest, for it expressed the tyranny of exchange value . Or is it, perhaps, in the blank wall of the State, the spectacle, in the goods on sale, which is what revolutions pimps and theorys travelling salesmen are working to distribute? Prodded by work, needled by constraint, our gaze unravels the thread to the hierarchic labyrinth, learning the no-entry and no-stopping signs, and taught to tell far off the beacon lights of authority and profit. Nature has never really existed. The number of release mechanisms is equalled only by the number of frustrations, but, byzantine as they are, the psychoanalytical sciences agree at least on this elementary truth: they are all paying ventures both in money and power. Desires aroused in childhood lack the means to alter the world in their favour. There are already too many strangers in me without my allowing one more in because he claims he will chase the others out. We will never return. From now on l would like all objects however trite to escape powers surveillance, for surely at the very least the diversion [dtournment] of methods inherited from capitalism should eliminate at root what in a fine piece of cut-glass troubles the free flow of my thoughts. One grows no more used to fear than to death. 0000001365 00000 n Universal self-management has no need of agitators, and can do without those conspirators whom the bureaucrats in power love denouncing everywhere simply because they see their own tyranny reassuringly reflected in them. Guilt stems from the fundamental lack of respect in exchange: you never give up enough of yourself. We are ready for it to cost our lives. Marketing and exchange in this form is what has permitted trade to survive so long, precisely by changing its skin. But if we are reborn to ourselves we can turn them on this history. Search. For thousands of years the system governing history has operated on the social need to transform our sexual potential into the energy for work. Keep away, serious critics! The moment it becomes aware of it the proletarianised body recognises a fundamental repression which spawns all the others and which causes the ebb and flow of regulatory rage. The backwardness of life vis-a-vis the will to live is due to the head still concealing the presence of a new style. And while this monstrous abstraction takes over gestures, muscles and bearing, any check on its advance holds the rest in check. Where it necessarily must halt, on the threshold of life, is where it expects its destruction at the hands of life to come; it is through everyones sensual exuberance, by the personal actualisation of desires, that it hopes to be annihilated. You join with the whirl of the senses when life is not overcast by premonition of death, unless it be at last a natural death and so distant that, as in the heart of ancient trees, it flows from the unconcerned forgetfulness of existence. Bring your club to Amazon Book Clubs, start a new book club and invite your friends to join, or find a club thats right for you for free. When faith perishes, the "Self" shall come into its own. But autonomy based on the freeing of intense pleasure cocks a snook at classifications and the confusion and indifference which corresponds to them. How many poems have you memorised, how many rules absorbed; how many chronologies and theorems, craftily devised to direct you into obeying and giving orders, showing respect and scorn? Let us put an end to the jacobinism and terrorism of custom, coherence, standards of beauty and ugliness, these endless judgements rooted in our inability to enjoy each other. It is in the order of things. I root the emancipation of my pleasures here and now in the serene resolution to have done with commodity civilisation. Psychoanalysis thus diffuses and reproduces all the tics of former alienation. But the employers profit-seeking and foetid nets of exploitation did not poison their fundamental welling of desire, their sexual exuberance in life itself and for themselves. The crumbling of the social community, inherent in the capitalist mode of production, has brought men closer to their concrete reality. This is the invidious time when debts are claimed and must be paid, when rights mutually agreed to are exacted as duties paying interest and when an exchange of kisses parallels the exchange of gifts by those whose prestige is threatened. (they being forms of belief), are used as expressing different Dreams of apocalypse haunt commercial societys subconscious. Economic imperialism which was falsely identified with our universal destiny is faltering in its attack. It is unprecedented how the hunger for freedom is presently fed so many orders. Item Weight : 3.84 ounces. There is quite enough to do to live in the present without always having at a moments notice to correct the past in it as well. In the same way the cult of feeling is growing as feeling itself is gradually reduced to abstraction, to mental image. Wheres your head? The Book of Pleasure (Self-Love): The Psychology of Ecstasy The Book of Pleasure: The Psychology of Ecstasy - Google Books Those who escaped at nightfall briefly revived in the merrymaking of love and alcohol that vitality which labours daily constraints had failed to break. How can what you exchange be perfect? Book Title: Book of Pleasure : the Psychology of Ecstasy Item Length: 9in. If torturers share with doctors the well-earned reputation of knowing most about the human body, it is because in practice, despite apparently irreconcilable aims, they both condemn the body by scorning the pleasures that the body enjoys. Those who expect proletarian muscle to confirm the exactness of their rational thought are like those who think two stripes make a soldier. The technique is described in The Book of Pleasure (Spare, 2005) and so I sympathise with any initial confusion readers may have concerning the posture; after all. Creativity is the basis of generalised self-management and abolishes work and hierarchy. In the pit of despair the road stopsor climbs. As the child is born and plunges into a wave of sound, touching and lights, does he not bodily set about exploring the unknown land? Whether they write learned footnotes on the repressed sadism evident variously in the surgeon, housewife and mother, policeman and assassin, or whether they recognise sadism as a form of inverted pleasure, they cannot admit without repudiating themselves that the fundamental repression is the inversion of life due to the need to produce profit and prestige. Intellectuality is not measured by how much one knows or by ones erudition, or science or reasoning ability or intelligence. 2. Arrange it so that you always have something to offer instead of always demanding. Each one starts with him/herself, creates his/her autonomy and finds his/herself at the centre of a struggle between the will to live and the power which transforms it into death-reflex. If this carries all the bets, the game from now on must go against us. Just as bread earned by work tastes acidly of sweat and wages, marketable pleasures are more tedious than the boredom it costs to produce them. But they rot what they contact and only intense pleasure can uproot and destroy them, by going beyond them. At every throw of the dice of exchange, one loses oneself. Full content visible, double tap to read brief content. It is in the family that we learn to paralyse the thoractic cage, to block the impulses rising from the abdomen. As sure as work kills pleasure, pleasure kills work. When we begin to demolish the prisons inside us and destroy the killers of super-ego lying in ambush, the ones outside will fall like the Bastille. However moving I find the works of musicians, painters, engravers and builders, I can see all too clearly the signs of passion defeated and involuntary renunciation. You do not pay for happiness; you tear it from the society selling it. There, theologians mull over the Great Night and with subtle discrimination carve up the territory of angels and demons, while the crippled of the next insurrection work out which lines to follow, and the puritans finally resolve to profit from life, since only pleasures count for anything. Love gives me the clarity to see people, and things filled with hate and the urge to consume merge in the same forbidding grey. Those declared not guilty sicken me as much as those resigned to it. 0000006588 00000 n It covers both mystical and magical aspects of Spare's ideas; and the modern ideas on sigils (as now have become popular in chaos magic) and Spare's special theory on incarnation are for the first . Social conquests have only ever ratified results obtained in advance. The eye of power destroys what it gazes on. How can you not see that under the intellectual progress he makes lies a lost Atlantis, ruins of a sensual intelligence repressed in times gone by? The intellectual function is a weapon from the masters armoury. It is simply the blood staining the world upside-down with its desire for death. THE BOOK OF PLEASURE (SELF LOVE) 37. knowledge there is no end. Guilty if you fail to understand some text or speech, some witticism or allusion, or miss that knowing wink. People thought they were fighting for justice, equality and liberty, but in fact they were fighting for economic imperialism, for the painful birth of a new business practice, the implantation of an agricultural system, the free circulation of goods, for industrial production, for the obligation to consume. The child joyfully arrives. I have often done the same myself! Whatever despair you manage to drive me to, I refuse to despair of life. To wait patiently, even impatiently, for the final somersault of this society that gobbles us and drags us down the whirlpool of its long agony, is the way dead men pass the time. Is it not doubly inhuman to feel impelled to hand over a fortune for a feast of fresh truffles as well as to run the absurd risk of paying for it with savage pains in the liver? Day after day the throat tightens, only allowing libidinal exhalation to escape in spasmodic mouthfuls. The pleasures of bygone days were so much more violent than our own are because, however fucked-up, the will to live was then much more red-blooded. It personalises the exchange system by selling the good conscience of its afflictions direct to the patient, (and it sells at the just price of its integration into business society). They can take the direct route to the end of proletarianisation and the end of survival because they are not the managing directors of their own alienation. We are at the far end of despair today because, having worn out everything that this society is based on, it is now draining us. Then I kept a register of my hates and the scores I had to settle, keeping nothing back, souciant of every detail so that one day when I got the chance I could repay myself for what it had cost me. Anyway, how can you enjoy yourself patronising people? Who will shatter the rock that for millenia has sat upon individual autonomy? Threatened relationships, groups, communities mean nothing to me if they mean supporting your friends at the expense of your neighbours, and when an expression of friendship involves signing mutual aggression-defence pacts, when the pleasures of drinking, lovemaking, talking and having a meal are paid for according to the dominant code of exchange, when you never get anything for nothing, when natural sympathies and antipathies wince each time they fail to concord with some radical theory, and when value judgements carefully overlook the fact they are based on a world inverted. If it is true that everyone is as stupid as what he represses for there is no other sort of stupidity then intellectuality is really and truly stupidity committed by a sensitive, sensual, sensory intelligence. If it is true that sexuality isnt everything, it is, alas, because it is everywhere set behind glass, frozen, totalitarian, stood on its head. It covers his work with sigils as a means of controlling the subconscious mind, the creation of a personal magical alphabet and the practice of the Death Posture. For humanisation of custom read humanisation of goods-for-sale. Seeing is possessing by proxy, greedy to rape and rob. But they merely project the disgust they feel at themselves towards others. Intellectuality speaks the language of castration. Awaken to Your True Self: Why You're Still Stuck and How to Break Through, NOXOBNIA: Feminine Deities of the Left Hand Path, The Art Cosmic: The Magic of Traditional Astrology. 1. Chance encounters occur when desire is sharp; blunted, chance invites light, acerbic liaisons and plays at being deeply in love. The intellectual function, whose shadow has always clouded the consciousness of intellectual history feels obliged to leave this history to express itself against the intellect. It is not the voluntarism of rejection which leads to a game like this but the epidermal sensitivity of Id like, I love, I like it, I do not like, I would really like, which is the music of the selfs opulence, the very impulse of the will to live, the whirlpool of desire into which are carried word for word measurement, judgement, comparison, evaluation, exchange. Includes initial monthly payment and selected options. The repressed childhood in each of us demands to be understood afresh if we are to supersede and actualise it. Really they are just thrashing about. But the ruinous condition of the job-market swiftly turned it into parallel work. 5. What good does it do to berate politicians for their worm-eaten virtue or journalists for lying through their teeth or radicals for becoming stars in the spectacle of revolution? You condemn class justice as though all justice did not involve class society. The economic priority is ceding to the primacy of desires for life. Imagine if you will James Joyce minus the intellect and talent blathering in stream of consciousness. A hungry trencherman in the twentieth century enters a restaurant in the same way as he goes to a brothel, with money, tissue paper, and a tranquiliser in his pocket. The sense of smell teaches one to be ashamed of smells. All the violence we have ever experienced has come from exchange. I feast upon what is alive and kicking. Life has neither goal nor finality. How else does one explain the bloody emotional plagues which ravage proletarian struggles for emancipation? You cannot tell apart their funeral dirge from the old worlds De Profundis. Time was when I blamed others for the guilt I felt. Their scorn for the intellectual cynically exorcises the utter disregard in which they hold themselves. That is how the built-in bias of playing an eminently social role turns the act of lying-in into work. The Book of Pleasure - YouTube They are ready to risk their nothing to gain everything, to strike where you least expect them, to answer only for themselves; the only mandate they carry is their subjectivity, and their footsteps are beginning to sound on the hollow boards of your death-stricken civilisation. Such potential suicides are notable for the way they slag the Establishment; but however convinced they seem, they remain its lackeys to be dug back into the social midden. As a result the emotions you can call on to encourage self-repression are narrow indeed. . Form his senses of feeling, smell, hearing and sight by recoiling and expanding again to distinguish what is hostile or pleasant in the atmosphere and moment? The laws of profit and the society managing to survive them can consider nature only in terms of separate existence, not as central to the life of intense pleasures we demand today. That is why I am careful not to inflict on you all the anxiety which you manage to impose on me. A dream, a fugitive memory, an impression, momentary luck, a kiss driving me wild those are what I wish to grasp with all the clearheadedness they contain. Thank you for checking out this book by Theophania Publishing. While we wait pleasure serves to pass the time. For spontaneity is innocence and can undo the past which is so horribly with us, where everything which kills is possible and everything which stimulates life is treated as mad. You might think all those struggles between warring tribes or between one religious mob and another pretty pointless, and think much the same of political chicanery, rival factions, and family feuds. Yet the weapon we can all use to fight the proletarianisation of body and feeling is pleasure unstinted and unopposed. Aside from sensual experience where we each have to learn for ourselves, what pieces of knowledge can you think of which were not forced into you by threats or summons, blackmailing you to be virtuous in your own interest, your future, or your standing? The sap of sensual language, the language of the body, grows thinner the longer history continues. I can see one, at the back there, whos feeling guilty! With a distracted air he will agree with you, and then change his mind. It is the same with every sickness, every somatisation, every dis-ease. When emancipation proletarianises, it masks oppression. 0000008403 00000 n The only human thing this society based on commerce has made is the mould cast in parody of itself, which serves to propagate it world-wide. My desires, caprices, passions, moods, fantasies, dreams, inhibitions, neuroses, illnesses, plans, whims, stupidities, errors, genius, what distinguishes me, are these not precisely the spring from which I wish the river of my life irresistibly to flow? Work treats the desires it represses into the night and dreams as evil spells. What could I wish for the present but to take the greatest pleasure in being what I am? The State maintains itself through its bureaucracy and considers itself in terms of bureaucracy, which is, in effect, the part of life it annexes, controls and governs. In contrast to sectarian insistence that pleasure is always mingled with pain, those sinister pleasure-seekers who ritually liken orgasm to a little death, Reich gladly recognised in genital satisfaction a well-spring of life and healthy sexuality. The Book. My struggle for autonomy is that of the proletarian against his growing proletarianisation, of the individual against the omnipresent dictatorship of goods for sale, the commodity. They serve more or less inefficiently to caulk your leaking ship against frustration with conceit and gangrenous compensations. After viewing product detail pages, look here to find an easy way to navigate back to pages you are interested in. 1. When you talk about a film or a friend, an adventure, an enemy, some minor occurrence, you are simply making appreciative or deprecatory statements born of what you yourself have renounced. The factory has invaded the territory of everyday life. The intelligence born of the self-satisfaction of desire, cares not a hoot for that kind. Gossip and chatterbox, faithlessly repeating confidences, she symbolises the dark side of humanity, deaf to reasons arguments, rejecting economy of language through which the economy is expressed. But I do flare up when I see the welcome to life choosing in the same old way to punish mutation, fetter the human process, and interrupt the chain reaction of newly-formed pleasures. Under bureaucracy the will to power manifests as string-pulling rivalries, underhand scheming by committee-men, machiavellism at the porters lodge. Patiently I stacked my revenge in frustrations deep-freeze, in time-honoured style. Inverting the order of priorities, I wish to place the work of thought in fee to what it has so long treated as frivolous, as merest nothings. Putting an end to the maternal function is simply a visible form of the end of work, constraint, intellectuality and the propensity for guilt. 1-872189-58-X. The fragmentation that exchange value imposes on life can only tolerate fragmented people, embryos shrivelling in societys incubators, creatures never to be masters of themselves, but slaves. The camp of the official revolution is bureaucracys court of miracles. Definitely the old mole is working harder than ever! Solitude chosen rejects the world of solitude imposed. Whatever is repressed is inverted and creates its own opposition. To love, do I need to be loved? In the search for endless pleasure, the proletariat returns to what it could not take by assault, as jungle invades a town when the structures of state collapse. Refusing to survive is replaced by affirmation: nothing can satisfy my appetite except more life. Around the black holes of current language, powers pronouncements dance wildly. 0000069975 00000 n The rest of the body with its cyclopean anal eye, is limited and firmly fixed to the earth, the lower regions and repressed world where everything drags its feet, grovels or hides. trailer << /Size 581 /Info 540 0 R /Root 546 0 R /Prev 244923 /ID[<2e78be162faca55f6756ffd3223115b7><92f420b04d316d44ca6867cf83dfb203>] >> startxref 0 %%EOF 546 0 obj << /Type /Catalog /Pages 542 0 R /Metadata 544 0 R /StructTreeRoot 547 0 R /OpenAction [ 548 0 R /XYZ null null null ] /PageMode /UseNone /PageLabels 539 0 R >> endobj 547 0 obj << /Type /StructTreeRoot /ParentTree 537 0 R /ParentTreeNextKey 21 /K [ 86 0 R ] >> endobj 579 0 obj << /S 135 /L 222 /C 238 /Filter /FlateDecode /Length 580 0 R >> stream What was hostile to me deserts and joins my life-force. I shall be content to throw light on my desires, reinvent those that are cockeyed, reach a free state of spirit and cast this summary in book-form into the shops, where you can steal it, keeping what pleases and throwing out the rest. These promotions will be applied to this item: Some promotions may be combined; others are not eligible to be combined with other offers. Why should I not go right to the limit, why content myself with hasty interpretations, transferences, alibis? I like to stroke a cat without worrying about being clawed. Grizzle away, whine, wail and scream, nothing will come through kindness lest they spoil you by allowing you to believe you can have fun without exchanging anything for it. It also does not intend to destroy itself in its own movement. 3. However, a simple re-read of the page in question should be enough to dispel the confusion. It covers both mystical and magical aspects of Spare's ideas as the modern ideas on Sigils (as now have become popular among Chaos Magic) and Spare's special theory on . Filling the coffers of the bank and the stomach and swelling with importance through every orifice is the insatiable being of the absolute, as revised and corrected by survival-based society. The appearance of an intellectual class and a manual class has situated the power which controls and represses sexuality in the rest of the body. If money makes for happiness or unhappiness, it is only the happiness or unhappiness of commodities. They conceive of no other remedy than death, which they identify with the death of the entire human species. The right to pleasure thus appeared as a conquest, although pleasure had just been taken over as an object of trade. If I were to draw a geographical and temporal map of the will to live as it directly concerns how our society and my life are evolving, I would, alongside the traps set for me, underline the moments of lived intensity as places sheltered from the radiation of commerce, places where I have succeeded in annihilating the economic hydra during moments of pleasure. Birth, in a world which cannot tolerate it, is that change which contains all the others. The variant forms of jacobinism, leninism and national-socialism have been only translations of the terrorist methods of commercial self-destruction. What commercial society cannot tolerate is that his desires should run on from one satisfaction to the next, inventing a real life unimaginable in our dreams. A society based on the exploitation of life draws its energy from ever-present fear. If, on the other hand, loving gives a sense of fullness, an exhilaration like nothing else, it is because the grip of trade is less blatant here than in the pleasures of eating, drinking, looking and travelling. They call for the splendidly gratuitous potlatch where the giver received his return in terms of power, gratitude and ascendancy, for the presents he handed out prodigally to all around him! Just like salaried workers, pleasures cost the life of a proletarian. For one reason or another, or even for no reason? Caresses are stifled endlessly in a monotonous string of states of exhaustion and melancholy, in shocks, sectarianism, contempt, hate, assaults, murder. And then for the brotherhood of blood, mutual aid, or the ideology of solidarity. The crime of idleness is absolved when it acts as a stimulus to consume. Stealing, making love, emancipating oneself and having fun, which were prohibited, are now obligatory. Robbed of sexuality your nose is just an appendage to your lungs, a physiological forge which gives the body not the fire of life but its power of output.

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