Tailors' Dummies

"We are not concerned," he said, "with long-winded creations, with long -term beings. Our creatures will not be heroes of romances with many volumes. Their roles will be short, concise; their characters - without a background. Sometimes, for one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort to bring them to life. We openly admit: we shall not insist either on durability or solidity of workmanship; our creations will be temporary, to serve for a single occaison. If they be human beings, we shall give them, for example, only one profile, one hand, one leg, the one limb needed for their role. It would be pendantic to bother about the other, unnecessary, leg. Their backs can be made of canvass or simply whitewashed. We shall have this proud slogan as our aim: A different actor for every gesture. For each action, each word, we call to life a different human being. Such is our whim, and the world will be run according to our pleasure. The Demiurge was in love with consummate, superb, and complicated materials; we shall give priority to trash. We are simply entranced and enchanted by the cheapness, shabbiness, and inferiority of the material."



Bruno Schulz, from Treatise on Tailors' Dummies, Or the Second Book of Genesis



The Polish Jew writer/artist, Bruno Schulz, thus foresees the very fetishists that will kill him a decade and a half later through the agency of SS-Scharfuhrer Karl Gunther (may he rot in hell eternally). Thus he also foresees, the whole psychological canvass of the second half of the twentieth century and beyond which survived its grossest manifestations in Nazi Germany only to be sublimated in the fetishists that would follow and ultimately become the norm in the Western World. Where there are no Tailors' Dummies, we will make them, and amazingly, they are only to happy to comply with our wishes. Inferior stuff indeed. We salute the Tailors' Dummy with his hand on a Blackhawk's joystick as he guns down a crowd of Iraqi civiliams. "Fog of War!", cry our nifty Tailors. But it is precisely a self-induced fog that allows us to fetishize the human being, to turn him into a dummy with a short role and no background.

The Sect of the Idiot

"When you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, who love to stand and pray in the synagogues and on street corners so that others may see them. Amen, I say to you, they have received their reward. But when you pray, go to your inner room, close the door, and pray to your Father in secret." Matthew 6:5-6

Teabaggers, Evangelicals, churches Protestant and Catholic, and the Justice Department work themselves up over Judge Barbara Crabb's ruling in Federal District Court that a National Day of Prayer is unconstitutional. The sect of the idiot grows larger by the day. It is the nature of the heretic that he believe his perverted path to be the true one. So we must not deny the genuine intent of Marcion 1800 years ago, excising all Judaizing influences from the New Testament until all that is left is Paul's letters and a truncated Lucan Gospel -nor our own relgious Founding Father with his Jefferson bible, wherein he literally anticipated the cut and paste technique to rob Christ of all divinity (and miracles) to give us something that must approximate what George W. Bush was thinking when he said Jesus Christ was his favorite philosopher. America is a Nation founded upon Christian principles, the sect of the idiot protests. But we must cry lies to them. America is a heretic nation lost in the desert, setting up idols to itself, requiring social proofs from its citizens to be complicit in its' heresy.

Cosmas Indicopleustes and the Bal-Chatri that is the World

Cosmas Indicopleustes, in his Topographia Christiana, surveyed his world and discovered it to correspond to the plan of the Tabernacle in Exodus. His cosmology has the virtue of being theologically and aesthetically pleasing even if it is scientifically laughable. The world is shaped like a coffin. It is a coffin. A receptacle for the living God and the dead human. From the ontological viewpoint of I Am that I Am on Mount Sinai how can Everest not look like a foot-hill? A great pile of earth piled at the edge of a vast shallow grave, waiting to be shovelled in. The Indicopleustes surname indicates 'he who sailed to India'. There is considerable doubt that he would have seen the boy's umbrella - the bal-chatri- which was used to catch hawks there and which is still in use, though a common shape, an example of which I possess, is in fact shaped like Cosmas' world and the Tabernacle. You place a couple of rats in it, preferably a male and a female, so they'll keep each other active in a tableaux of dervish copulation. The rat, familiar of Satan, disease vector of homo sapiens, and consubstantial for the most part with that species condition.