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The Malevolent Aesthete
Comment:
In order to ascertain just how little certainty there is in the world, Descartes constructeda demon. This demon had the power to cloud the senses completely with a false reality. How,
it was asked, can one know with certainty that this demon doesn't exist and doesn't
blindfold us as we speak? How do we know that this is the real world?
Descartes supposedly got out of this dilemma by asserting that God exists, that God is good,
and that a good God wouldn't allow such deception. But there were a number of flaws with
this escape to certainty. One such flaw is the blatant absurdity of that third step;
whatever characteristics one might ascribe to God, He is clearly not a God that stands in
the way of deception. Matthew, Muhammad, Dawkins and Cruise can't all be right. One way or
another, billions are constantly being duped into accepting a false reality.
But it can all be made right, my benevolent past whispers, all accounts can be balanced out.
I agree, but my agreement comes with the caveat of different, more reliable means.
Good karma is a fragile thing, a thing that can fall victim to a murderous tyrant, a
devastating flood, a random mugging or even a mere housecat. Bad karma is much more sturdy.
Bad karma is a force of nature fed by two endless reservoirs: bad deeds and bad weather.
Either will suffice. Either way, a benevolent breeze inevitably finds itself trampled by a
hurricane of misfortune or revenge.
Revenge is where I come in. Black lies are my weapon.
My uncle, a most beautifully malevolent figure himself, assists me with the tactics of my
whisperings. I settle the accounts through subtle verbal chaos. Self-righteous evangelicals
regain the terror of doubt. Insulated Godfathers of commerce fall to bruised hands and
skinned knees. Proud working men find shame in their dirty blue collars. Self-absorbed,
unjustly happy couples become reacquainted with the loneliness of single life. That object
of unrequited love gets shoved into the world of rejection and I am there to guard all
exits.
It's aesthetic communism: all are made equally aware of the ugliness of existence. No one
gets off through damnable luck.
No. No one. Damnit. A slip-up. My best efforts create a miserable existence for one bright-
eyed couple, but my best efforts fall short. In some irrational and inconceivable way, they
manage to salvage but one good thing from my storm of destruction: happiness. It's
completely irrational, really, I've left them with nothing to support good feeling - I even
decimated their belief in the afterlife - and yet they find their pathetic condition to be
adequate. Or even, seemingly, good. I'm furious. But as it turns out, my fury is dwarfed by
the fury of my mentor.
They say misery loves company. Well, Misery doesn't care much for my company, but given my
subpar work and the resultant slim pickings, misery will take what he can get. My spirit is
now nothing more than a means to his temporary intoxication.
And when I think about it, it seems that he's given me what I've wanted all along: an
infinite oasis for that black emotion I've come to crave, an eternal supply of resentment.
Hate has swallowed me whole.
Mix #58, the indignation, made in October of 2006. The inspiration is roughly composed of
one part nonexistent sequel to Amelie (you know, the one where she starts using her
aesthetic talents vindictively), one part Screwtape Letters, and one part Either/Or.
Feedback:
I'm admittedly not too familiar with much of what you've put on this CD, but I like what I know... especially Untouchable Face.
Nobody knows the wreck of the soul the way you do. Cool mix.
a lot of this is really good. nice failure track and very cool closer!