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Mark Romel Biography

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“She, that witch Julie, brought sunshine into my shadows. She was a vessel of light that had sailed down from the highest stars. In those days, I had no idea that women were made from pain. Now pain is all I know. I play music all the time. This music transforms words into tears. Agony floats on this pool of sorrow. It defies the motion of the planets around the sun.”

“Liars gain a huge advantage over truth-tellers, you know. Truth has been found to be a terrible weakness, an evolutionary catastrophe. The society that coated itself with lies was found to be a better survival machine. The man who told the truth was extraordinarily naive and stupid. Now the expectation is always of being lied to. Nowadays when one man is talking to another, he knows instinctively he is being lied to and his mind automatically overlays that set of lies with a neutralizing set of lies, leaving behind a kind of truth. But what sort of truth is it that arises exclusively from lies?”

“God is the darkest creature in the universe, sitting on his throne of perpetual malice. He gives only one answer. Silence is his answer, always. The silence that surrounds him is the silence that condemns him. This is no ordinary silence. It’s the silence of eternity. Where did this moral monster come from? From the mad fantasies of men. He is the empty toy of an over-indulged, blue-eyed child. The world does not need him.”

“I feel too much. To feel too much is unhealthy. But an excess of sensitivity is the paint that colors the tormented castle of genius. All human greatness is pathological in origin. My suffering breathes life into me, more and more life, more life than I can deal with. It allows me to travel to places I might never otherwise have visited: places in the mind, in the soul, in the mythic layers of unspoken fears. It is the source of my secret strength. It is a strength of which even Nimue cannot deprive me.”

“Truth is nightmare. All the nightmares have come back home. We send them out at night to terrify the normal, to show them a glimpse of our world, our world of burning Viking longboats sailing over the edge of this cursed earth, plunging into the Sirens’ immortal abyss. A cruel eagle soars over a lake of mothers’ tears, a blood-drenched witness to a Spanish festival of murder, a thousand scarlet massacres on the silver plains ruled by brutal Aztec princes. We are standing amidst a Byzantine legend of pain and we are happy. We communicate directly with the center of the earth. Only pain lives there. That is why we revere it.”

“I want to pluck the sun from the sky and set fire to the whole earth, the whole universe. I want to see all creation engulfed in flames. Everything must burn and burn forever. Especially morality. And democracy. I want to see the flesh of those creatures melting in front of me. I want to see all their corrupt bones and internal organs on fire.”

“Where in the motion of the stars is morality? Does a lion stop in its tracks to weigh the moral options? Are the seas full of frothing morality, of a turbulent whirlpool of moral dilemmas? Does a shark pause to consider moral issues when it is hunting down a wounded porpoise? Where in the Periodic Table is morality? Which is the Moral Element? What is its atomic number?”

“Revenge is a color, a color that never fades. A beautiful color. It is the color of the sky at dawn when lovers are hauled out of their beds and garroted in the middle of the street; the color of the ancient sea when Noah’s Ark has been breached below the water line; the color of Jacob’s Ladder as it collapses while Jacob has climbed only half-way to heaven. But it is more than that, much more. It contains the pigment that colors the eyes of the lovers that betray you.”

“Prisons exist to hide the fact that the entire system is a jail. Shopping malls conceal the reality that the whole of America is a shopping mall. America is a vast shop. It is not a nation. It does not exist these days to land men on the men and do “the difficult thing”. It exists to shop and do the easy thing. The purpose of America is to create maximum profits for the 1% who run America. Everything is designed to serve that end, and everyone goes along with it. One of the 1% is now the President. The middlemen – the politicians – have been cut out. America creates apparent perimeters around explicitly imaginary domains (such as Disneyland), but the truth is that reality no more exists outside the limits than inside the limits. The effect of the “imaginary” is to conceal the loss of the real. The more energy that America devotes to the imaginary – via Disney, Hollywood, “reality” TV (actually unreality TV), video games, virtual reality, social media, “fake news”, post-truth, and so on – the further the real recedes into the distance. Is it possible for America to return to the real now? Would it even know what the real was? How would it recognize it? America has become hyperreal. It’s not real at all. It is “more real than real” and also “less real than real”, the problem being that “more” and “less” would make sense only if there were a reality to serve as a comparison point. That’s exactly what is lacking.”

“The world has become a planetary Nozick Experience Machine, mediated by the ubiquitous smartphone. Everyone is plugged in, desperate for their pleasure fix, for their likes, their approvals. They have become addicted to hyperreality, yet hyperreality is soulless. It can’t satisfy exactly because it lacks, well, reality. You have been told you can have it all, you can have the perfect life. You can’t. However, you can be presented with images and experiences as if you had achieved it all. But you haven’t. You have to buy into the fantasy, but deep down there’s something missing. What is missing is you. You yourself have become hyperreal, which means you have lost the real you, and nothing can make up for the loss of yourself. You have become fixed to your persona, your mask, and now there is nothing beneath the mask. When you take the mask off at the end of an exhausting day of faking it, there’s no real face underneath, just a faked face, or a blank space. We are the hollow men, we are the stuffed men. Mistah Kurtz, he dead.”

“Everything tarred with the “Marxist” brush by right wingers never once involves Marxism, and never once advocates anything Marxist. Not a single major politician in the USA espouses any Marxist positions, or cites Marxism. The idea that America – a seriously right wing nation, with a far right President – is rife with Marxism is just about the biggest joke since a rebellious and troubled Jewish teen claimed that God fucked her rather than confess to an affair with a married man that resulted in her pregnancy.”

“It’s not a day we have to seize, it’s an era. We need a revolution, not a sticking plaster over a gaping wound. As Nietzsche said, we must revalue all values. We must redefine capitalism and change it from free-market capitalism (designed to serve globalists), to social capitalism (designed to serve all the citizens of the nation). We need to remove the plutocratic boot from the neck of democracy. We must seek to build a true meritocracy in a society free of monarchs, dynastic families, privilege, inheritance, cronyism and nepotism.”

“Then along came social media, the worst thing of all, the Cretin Unbound. Any moron could shout down Prometheus. The confederacy of dunces could descend like a pack and mock Apollo and Pythagoras. Now I’m putting an end to this circus. The clowns have performed long enough. The joke’s not funny anymore.”

“I refuse to share the thoughts of the ordinary. I am the outsider not because they expelled me but because I expelled them! I have rejected the world. I am contra mundum. I have climbed on top of the moon and deflected the earth from its path. I have put out the fires of the sun with just one of my tears.”

“The Faustians and Luciferians are those who pursue the greatest challenges of all. They seek the Holy Grail, the Philosopher’s Stone, the River of Life, the Fountain of Youth, the Tree of Knowledge, the means to turn base metal into gold. They seek to sit in God’s throne and wear his crown. Why not? He has sat there long enough.”

“In a time of crisis, the last thing that anyone needs is a centrist position ... a position of uncertainty, doubt, compromise, no clear direction, no conviction, no purpose. We are entering a revolutionary stage that requires a revolutionary response. Revolutions always come from the left or right, and never from the centre, which is the position of stasis, the status quo, business as usual. It’s the position for the fearful.”