Is this your mum?
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine. Your kind cling to your flesh, as though it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal… Even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
I been procrastinating this translation for a while but now warhammer and poetry are in the same context, I simply have to.
(In case you wanna listen to it)
I want to be mechanized.
vroom, vroom, vroom!
clank clank clank!I want to be mechanized.
This [feeling] comes from my brain, from my flesh, from my bones.
I go mad to get my hands on every dynamo.
My saliva-covered tongue is licking copper wires.
The auto-draisine in my veins is chasing down locomotives.vroom,
vroom!clank clank clank!
I want to be mechanized.
Certainly I will find a solution to this.
And then I will be content only
the day I mount a turbine in my abdomen, and
append a double-propulsor on my tailplane!vroom vroom
clank clank clank!I want to be mechanized!
- Nazim Hikmet, 1923. Makinalaşmak İstiyorum.
Thank you
Thank you for this!
Mom accidentally dropped an existential poem in the group chat and then probably went back to doing dishes.
Mom tried the edibles.
Mom got woke
Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre
All flesh is one
That’s because it is poetry
I’m just more jealous than I should be that other people can still afford to go to the store and buy steak.
I have similar thoughts when I eat meat.
Its very hard to trave the supply chains. I drives me to eat, and grow for myself, a vegetarian diet.
Literally Alan Wake type writing.
mom knows what it would feel like for the knife to go through her own leg?
- Interpretive dance intensifies*
Mom is stoned.
“What kind of mushrooms did you put in the mushroom sauce?”
Trip ≠ High
An overdue existential crisis, or moment of clarity, caused by a lifetime of routine alienation between the consumer, the product, the store, the factory pen and butchery.
Mom should read Marx, and The Jungle.
Maybe pick up hunting, if she wants to see what it takes from her own pov.
Maybe watch Dominion
For busy moms who don’t have time for a full documentary, try 3minutes.wtf.
my last straw was Meet Your Meat
I was pressured into going hunting a few times with my dad growing up, and I ended up killing a few deer. It’s something I’m not proud of, one among many things I came to regret later in life.
I used to think “If you can’t or won’t kill it personally, then you shouldn’t eat it” was an argument in support of hunting. Now I think of it as an argument in support of vegetarianism. Funny how perspective changes everything…
What’s also funny is how as a society we say things like “kids who kill bugs grow up to be psychopaths,” yet we totally normalize hunting as a sport. Why is that? For that matter, why don’t we say “anyone who eats animal flesh is a psychopath?”
As if being five steps removed from the suffering and death somehow abstracts the cruelty so that one can indulge in the pleasure of what is produced by it without bearing any moral culpability in the processes by which that meat arrived on one’s plate?
Why is it only the forms of cruelty that society doesn’t accept as cultural pastimes that are considered taboo? I should rephrase. Why does society accept some forms of cruelty and not others?
As if being five steps removed from the suffering and death somehow abstracts the cruelty so that one can indulge in the pleasure of what is produced by it without bearing any moral culpability in the processes by which that meat arrived on one’s plate?
This, and as a vegan it infuriates/despairs me when people whom I otherwise like and respect just never turn a thought towards this dissonance in their lives. They may care deeply about social injustices and oppression, but see no problem with continuing to participate in the mass torture and murder of non-human sentient creatures. So by now when someone says they “love animals”, my first (internal) reaction is a bitter snort, because it’s extremely rare that such people are even vegetarian, let alone vegan.
The principal difference ia that you see the death of a non-sapient animal as murder and I ascribe it the same ethical weight whether a person or a lion does it. It’s not “dissonance” it’s a foundational disagreement on inherent morality, our place in nature, and the “value of life”.
There’s lots to complain about regarding the factory farming industry (environmental impact foremost in my mind, and the needlessly inhumane conditions they’re raised in) but eating meat is not imo itself a cruel act.
Definitely, my comment was made within the practical reality of what “eating meat” involves for the vast majority of people living in Western societies. If animals would just be painlessly and “stresslessly” euthanised, I would have almost zero issues with the concept. (And yes, I’m setting higher standards for humans than for predators re: painlessly/stresslessly, because we do have both the means and a sense of right and wrong, unlike lions.)
I don’t see life itself as valuable - a life filled with suffering imho is not necessarily better than nonexistence, though of course this is up to each entity to decide about themselves. (And for this reason I’m also pro-euthanasia / assisted dying.)
This is why I prefer chicken, I know I can take one on 1v1.
You’d be surprised, those descendants of T-rex can be fierce!
Kidding, but I fully agree with your comments. I write a lot about the public perceptions on nature in my work. The stories we tell ourselves sometimes, I swear.
deleted by creator
Idk, my mom’s rooster bullies me relentlessly, and I could PROBABLY take him in a fight, but its not a sure thing.
+1 to the existential exploration.
A little more lot and she’ll eventually stumble in to “Where did this existence come from? Why is there matter to have a universe, why is there any existence at all? If God exists, how was he created?”
Or she is on a few different neurospectra, and gets species dysphoria as a regular thing and finds it funny as well.
But yeah after stopping being a vegetarian I went and killed a lot of animals for other people to balance the scales. Now I prefer if my terrestrial meat had a name, not number.
Yep, not a hunter myself, but I do respect someone that actually does the work, does it well, follows the rules, ain’t an insane gun nut, lets the local butcher sell the bits they don’t want for themself.
Food is fucking weird
