Psychic NomadismBy Peter Lamborn Wilson
Green tea with cardamon. Ibn Khaldun declaims the dialectic of the steppe: “6000 years cuneiform & shit have buried the barbarians too soon
“The tinker wagon in the knacker’s yard a pile of fecal bile & psychic sludge the tourist & the terrorist as twins – boredom-nomadism hits us hard
“Why choose this strip-mall over that? Crisscrossed with highways, mapped from outer space a text-based life, the closure of the West the RV world, the backwards baseball hat
“Consumed but never lived – no smell, no taste no seasons, weather, grazing, music, milk our rootless cosmopolitan is stumped by fastfood cities sinking into waste
“A temporary nomad zone explored but only in the land of hungry ghosts – homeless cranks dead hobos crusty punks can’t constitute a true Barbarian Horde
“The plan of Ghengis Khan: burn pillage raze the city to a pyramid of skulls till earth as featureless as living sea at last withdraws its parasitic gaze
“The animals return in 2012 a prairie will restore itself in time a Scythian mummy turns up in the ruins & shakes Von Humbolt from his dusty shelves
“Connecticut assumes a desolate air your wild boys on the move – the wire clipped the herds roam free – is this the end the urban Armageddon? Will we care?”
Taken from the unpublished manuscript of Gothick Institutions by Peter Lamborn Wilson. |