SUNN O)))
Shoshin / Grimmrobe Japan 2009
4/21 (Tue) Earthdom, Shin-Okubo, Tokyo
open 18:00 start 19:00
w/ COFFINS
4/22 (Wed) Earthdom, Shin-Okubo, Tokyo
open 18:00 start 19:00
w/ JIM O’ROURKE
4/23 (Thu) Sunsui, Unagidani, Osaka
open 18:00 start 19:00
w/ BLACK GANION
4/24 (Fri) Sunsui, Unagidani, Osaka
open 18:00 start 19:00
w/ RUNZELSTIRN & GURGELSTOCK
Special Thanks to Julian Cope
And I do walk upon Wan’s Dyke
And I do survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands+
For I am Wodan,
Though, some call me Hermes,
Some call me Roman Mercury,
God of cargos,
God of weather,
Hanging God of boundaries,
Hanging God of Gibbet Hill
Killing God of hidden doorways.
Spinning the yarn from Wansdyke to Silbury
Spinning the taelbook, telling the tale
Telling the tellbook to all and sundry
Keltiberians and Irish Gael
Then I hear camp followers bellow afar
Their shrieking lament for Johnny Guitar:
“Look to the farthest far horizon
Look to the bloodlust deepest scar
Look to the scattering Brythonic uprising
For this be the wall of Johnny Guitar
There be the ditch that you shall die in
Here be the wall that I shall cry on
Ditch dug with antler and ox bone shovel
This rising wall that shades our ancient hovel.”
Look to the north a quick mile yonder
Look to our Yggdrasilbury
Look to the Saxon chasing Viking
Look to the Norman chasing Saxon
Look to the German chasing German
German German German German
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
“Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass clinging to the sides of the valley
Sub bass ringing in each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.”
To rage in sound this valiant despair
Doom and gloom as each a splendid pair
To rage in sound the valiant despair:
Not Abraham,
Not Moses
And not Christ
Neither Jove to whom we sacrificed,
Not Attis
Not Mohammed,
But to hilltop Thor
We rave and dance and weep and we implore:
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger,
Don’t blame the messenger,
Look to the farthest far horizon
Don’t blame the messenger.
Don’t blame the messenger,
For I am Death so Ragnarock with me
For I am Doom so Ragnarock with me.
And I stood upon Wan’s Dyke
And I did survey the land
And I did become the Reaper with my own bare hands…
And then I was King Vikar with his arms outstretched
And then I was King Vikar with his broken neck
And then I was the villain and the victim and the priest
Was grim misunderstanding and was grim as death itself
My Wall My Wall caught in the thrall of my Wall
My Wall My Wall caught beneath the thrall of my Wall.
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom.
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my tidal wall
Mothers to your bosoms,
Grab your child and sing,
As to your breasts cascade and sing:
Brothers and fathers,
Down to the thing in the middle of the town
To judge at the thing
These the effeminate priests of Frey
That don their drag
And shriek through the day
That drag their God through the muddiest fields
Spilling seed to raise the yields
These the odd castrated womb-men
On this onerous land of no men
There the infernal priestess of Freyja,
These her people layer on layer
Then the infernal priestess of Freyja
Visiting the farms
The seething seer
Visiting the farms
And rarely leaving
Mounting the tumulus
The people grieving
Dodens doddering dead and dying.
Hear the modest priests of Ing
Who’s harkening always let us sing
That let’s us free our tightest waistband
Let’s us fertilise our own land
Spunked entire nations from one phallus
Spunked the vegetation into being
Spilled the super seed into the one day superceded earth.
Old Mother Fucker
She was a cocksucker
To give her poor family a home
Went down on their ding song
And drank for a sing song
But ended her sad life alone.
Around the church in Yatesbury the dead
Lie scattered underneath the sacred yew
As Sheila the Witch attending Sunday prayer
Praises a God but never tells them who
And from my Wall observing Sheila the Witch
Praises her God but never explaining which.
And every Monday night by the light of Moon
Those Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the heavy metal of the heathen bells
Meddlesome meddlesome meddlesome bells
And the bad heavy metal of the heathen bells
And Doggen can testify to my claim
That the Christians of Yatesbury are Christian in name
But their stomping pounding actions attest
To their Christianity happiest at rest
And Doggen who played at the John Stewart Hall
Can attest that its keeper is the heathenest of all
Is a shapeshifter tending to her hogweed hidden
And her dear Paul wallows in the village pond nay midden
For all of us are boundaried by Wan’s Dyke at the west
And the great world hill which spies us and can never let us rest
Bringing on Iranian Mithra
From its home beneath the east
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Caught always in the thrall of my Wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall
Stand in the thrall of my wall
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Here in the bloodlust deeper scar
For here be the wall of Johnny Guitar
Play your gloom axe Stephen O’Malley
Sub bass ringing the sides of the valley
Sub bass climbing up each last ditch and combe
Greg Anderson purvey a sonic doom…
Don’t blame the messenger of gloom,
Don’t blame the messenger of doom,
For this be the Ragmarockingest aeion
In stillness O’Malley and Anderson play on… play on… play on…
Way down low where the streets are littered
I find my fun with the freaks and the niggers
I dont want much man give me a little
Or Im gonna take my chances if i get ‘em
I love them whores they never judge you
What can you say when your a whore?
They cast that pearl and it don’t upset ‘em
They take their chances if they get ‘em
Hear me go off!
Give me some more!
Mother fucker!
Need a little more
Goddamn you!
Give me some more!
Mother fucker!
Give me some more!
You give me breadcrumbs uh huh
I’m tired of living the bosses’ dream
They’ll squeeze you dry man if you let em
Better take your - take your - take your chances if you get em
Analogically, the guerrilla fights the war of the flea, and his military enemy suffers the dog’s disadvantages. too much to defend, too small, ubiquitous, and agile an enemy to come to grips with. If the war continues long enough–this is the theory–the dog succumbs to exhaustion and anemia without ever having found anything on which to close its jaws or to rake with its claws.
–Robert Taber; The War of the Flea
coming home to los angeles 07′
I’m tired of everyone I know
Of everyone I see
On the street
And on TV, yeah
On the other side
Nobody’s waiting for me
On the other side
I hate them all, I hate them all
I hate myself
For hating them
so I’ll drink some more
I’ll love them all
I’ll drink even more
I’ll hate them even more than I did before
On the other side
Nobody’s waiting for me
On the other side
I remember when you came
You taught me how to sing
Now, it seems so far away
You taught me how to sing
I’m tired of being so judgemental
Of everyone
I will not go to sleep
I will train my eyes to see
That my mind is as blind as a branch on a tree
On the other side
I know what’s waiting for me
On the other side
I know you’re waiting for me
On the other side
By Douwe Miedema
LONDON (Reuters) - European banks declined to discuss a report that they were beneficiaries of the $173 billion bail-out of insurer AIG that has sparked political furor in the United States.
Goldman Sachs, Morgan Stanley and a host of other U.S. and European banks had been paid roughly $50 billion since the Federal Reserve first extended aid to AIG, the Wall Street Journal reported on Friday.
French banks Societe Generale and Calyon on Sunday declined to comment on the story, as did Deutsche Bank, Britain’s Barclays and unlisted Dutch group Rabobank.
Other banks mentioned in the Journal’s article include HSBC , Wachovia, Merrill Lynch, Banco Santander and Royal Bank of Scotland.
Separately, French newspaper Le Parisien newspaper on Sunday said that SocGen might have got $4.8 billion from the bailout and Calyon $1.8 billion.
The newspaper cited its own sources.
AIG was heavily exposed to toxic assets, seen as the root cause of the credit crisis, through its London-based financial products unit, which guaranteed hundreds of billions of dollars worth of complex credit instruments.
“They wrote a lot of insurance cover on default swaps for financial institutions all over the world,” one market source told Reuters on Friday.
“It becomes a systemic issue at a certain point in time and there’s already a lot of fragility in the system. So how much stress do you want to put it under.”
The value of the assets guaranteed by AIG would plummet if the company became insolvent, with potentially a large impact for the banks that had bought the protection.
The bailout enabled AIG to pay its counterparty banks for extra collateral, the Journal said, with Goldman Sachs and Deutsche bank each receiving $6 billion in payments between mid-September and December.
Both Morgan Stanley and Goldman Sachs have earlier declined to comment to Reuters.
The U.S. Federal Reserve has refused to publicize a list of AIG’s counterparties and what they have been paid since the bailout — a move that has riled the U.S. Senate Banking Committee.
Federal Reserve Vice Chairman Donald Kohn testified before that committee on Thursday, saying that revealing names risked jeopardizing AIG’s continuing business.
Senators are outraged by the lack of details about where the bailout money has gone, likening AIG’s underwriting of credit default swaps as gambling with somebody else’s money.
(Additional reporting by Sudip Kar-Gupta in Paris and Niclas Mika in Amsterdam; editing by Simon Jessop)
Crimean Hemorrhagic fever
Viruses causing hemorrhagic fever are initially transmitted to humans when the activities of infected reservoir hosts or vectors and humans overlap. The viruses carried in rodent reservoirs are transmitted when humans have contact with urine, fecal matter, saliva, or other body excretions from infected rodents. The viruses associated with arthropod vectors are spread most often when the vector mosquito or tick bites a human, or when a human crushes a tick. However, some of these vectors may spread virus to animals, livestock, for example. Humans then become infected when they care for or slaughter the animals.
Some viruses that cause hemorrhagic fever can spread from one person to another, once an initial person has become infected. Ebola, Marburg, Lassa and Crimean-Congo hemorrhagic fever viruses are examples. This type of secondary transmission of the virus can occur directly, through close contact with infected people or their body fluids. It can also occur indirectly, through contact with objects contaminated with infected body fluids. For example, contaminated syringes and needles have played an important role in spreading infection in outbreaks of Ebola hemorrhagic fever and Lassa fever.
CDC
Without the attainment of Satori no one can enter into the
truth of Zen. Satori is the sudden flashing into consciousness of
a new truth hitherto undreamed of. It is a sort of mental
catastrophe taking place all at once, after much piling up of
matters intellectual and demonstrative. The piling has reached a
limit of stability and the whole edifice has come tumbling to the
ground, when, behold, a new heaven is open to full survey. When
the freezing point is reached, water suddenly turns into ice;
the liquid has suddenly turned into a solid body and no
more flows freely. Satori comes upon a man unawares, when he
feels that he has exhausted his whole being. Religiously, it is a
new birth; intellectually, it is the acquiring of a new viewpoint.
The world now appears as if dressed in a new garment, which seems
to cover up all the unsightliness of dualism, which is called
delusion in Buddhist phraseology.
D.T. Suzuki
During World War II, the U.S. government reportedly struck a secret deal with the imprisoned Luciano. United States Army Military Intelligence knew that Luciano maintained good connections in the Sicilian and Italian Mafia, which had been severely persecuted by Benito Mussolini. Luciano considered himself to be a loyal American who was devoted to Sicily, the Mafia, and the United States alike. His help was sought in providing Mafia assistance to counter possible Axis infiltration on U.S. waterfronts, during Operation Avalanche, and his connections in Italy and Sicily were tapped to furnish intelligence and ensure an easy passage for U.S. forces involved in the Italian Campaign. Albert Anastasia, who controlled the docks, promised that no dockworker strikes would arise. Luciano supposedly dropped a yellow handkerchief from a plane flying over Sicily with his crest to signal friendly faces were approaching; this allowed for the Sicilian Mafia to arise from underground and participate in the liberation of Sicily. Both during and after the war, the U.S. military and intelligence agencies reputedly also used Luciano’s Mafia connections to root out communist influence in resistance groups and local governments. In return for his cooperation, Luciano was allegedly permitted to run his crime empire unhindered from his jail cell.
In 1946, as a reward for his wartime cooperation, Luciano was paroled on the condition that he depart the United States and return to Sicily. He accepted the deal, although he had maintained during his trial that he was a native of New York City and was therefore not subject to deportation. He was deeply hurt about having to leave the United States, a country he had considered his own ever since his arrival at age ten. During his exile, Luciano used to meet US military men during train trips throughout Italy, and he enjoyed being recognized by his countrymen, several times taking photos and even signing autographs for them.
Luciano’s confederates saw him off at the docks with envelopes stuffed with cash, reportedly as much as $100,000 or $150,000.
Women did not train in using the kaiken with sophisticated combat techniques. If a woman was forced to fight, she was to grab the hilt with both hands, plant the butt firmly against her stomach, and run forward to stab the enemy with all her weight behind the blade. She was to become, for a moment, a living spear. She was not supposed to boldly draw her blade and challenge her enemy. She had to find some way to catch him unawares. If she were successful in this, she would most likely be unstoppable. More often than not, however, a woman could not expect to face a single foe nor, even then, to have the advantage of surprise. If she were captured alive, even after killing several enemies, she would be raped, displayed as a captive, or otherwise dishonored. In the rigid beliefs of this period, women would thereby allow shame to attach to their name. The only escape from what was believed to be disgrace was death at one’s own hands. Some females belonging to samurai family committed suicide by cutting the jugular vein with a knife such as a tantō or kaiken. The main purpose was to achieve a quick and certain death in order to avoid capture. Before committing suicide, a woman would often tie her knees together so her body would be found in a dignified pose, despite the convulsions of death. Jigai, however, does not refer exclusively to this particular mode of suicide. Jigai was often done to preserve one’s honor if a military defeat was imminent, so as to prevent rape. Invading armies would often enter homes to find the lady of the house seated alone, facing away from the door. On approaching her, they would find that she had ended her life long before they reached her.
“Satan is my bitch”
produced by The Grand Inquisitor
ENTRY FEE; MEMBERS MEET AT THE SOLUTIONS AREA FOR ORIENTATION, 8am JULY 14TH.
5TH COLUMN LECTURES BEGIN ON JULY 16-18 3am TILL POST
at the Owl Shrine on the lake.
Camp Roster:
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow’s parties?
A hand-me-down dress from who knows where
To all tomorrow’s parties.
And where will she go and what shall she do
When midnight comes around?
She’ll turn once more to Sunday’s clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow’s parties?
White silks and linens of yesterday’s gowns
To all tomorrow’s parties.
And what will she do with Thursday’s rags
When Monday comes around?
She’ll turn once more to Sunday’s clown
And cry behind the door.
And what costume shall the poor girl wear
To all tomorrow’s parties?
For Thursday’s child is Sunday’s clown
For whom none will go mourning.
A blackened shroud, a hand-me-down gown
Of rags and silks - a costume
Fit for one who sits and cries
For all tomorrow’s parties.
To: info@roguestatus.com
Subject: Please Forward To Rob Dyrdek(DON’T DELETE DICK)
Dear Rob Dyrdek,
I would like to start this email by saying I am not a crazed fan who secretly like to cut off your skin tuck my wiener between my legs and wear your skin as my own. Now that we have that covered my name is [censored] Im a Freshman At Golden West at Huntington Beach, and to be honest i feel that you would want to hang out with me. Like i feel that if you me were to go get something to eat after that you would be like wow he was legit I’m going to text him. I say these things in the most heterosexual way possible. With that said i hope to hear back from you soon and maybe i could fill out a job application for the factory or at RS.
Thanks for the time.
[censored]
“The symptoms were not the same as in the East, where a gush of blood from the nose was the plain sign of inevitable death; but it began both in men and women with certain swellings in the groin or under the armpit. They grew to the size of a small apple or an egg, more or less, and were vulgarly called tumours. In a short space of time these tumours spread from the two parts named all over the body. Soon after this the symptoms changed and black or purple spots appeared on the arms or thighs or any other part of the body, sometimes a few large ones, sometimes many little ones. These spots were a certain sign of death, just as the original tumour had been and still remained.”
Then you feel terrible after that, because you got rid of God, but that means you got rid of yourself. You’re nothing but a machine. And your idea that you’re a machine is just a machine, too. So if you’re a smart kid, you commit suicide. Camus said there is only one serious philosophical question, which is whether or not to commit suicide…. But still, should you or not commit suicide? This is a good question. Why go on? And you only go on if the game is worth the gamble. Now the universe has been going on for an incredible long time. And so really, a satisfactory theory of the universe has to be one that’s worth betting on. That’s very, it seems to me, elementary common sense. If you make a theory of the universe which isn’t worth betting on, why bother? Just commit suicide. But if you want to go on playing the game, you’ve got to have an optimal theory for playing the game. Otherwise there’s no point in it.
ALAN WATTS
I’m honored to have worked with the Black Scale Family on this collaboration, The 5th Giza.
For thousands of years, the largest structures on Earth were pyramids. Built in 2056 b.c the Great Pyramid of Giza, was made to entomb the Egyptian king, Khufu. It’s took almost 25 years to construct. It is the only one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World still in existence.
