I met Murder on the way…

I met Murder on the way—
He had a mask like Castlereagh—
Very smooth he looked, yet grim ;
Seven blood-hounds followed him :
All were fat ; and well they might
Be in admirable plight,
For one by one, and two by two,
He tossed them human hearts to chew
Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Next came Fraud, and he had on,
Like Lord Eldon, an ermined gown ;
His big tears, for he wept well,
Turned to mill-stones as they fell.
And the little children, who
Round his feet played to and fro,
Thinking every tear a gem,
Had their brains knocked out by them.
Clothed with the Bible, as with light,
And the shadows of the night,
Like Sidmouth, next, Hypocrisy
On a crocodile rode by.
And many more Destructions played
In this ghastly masquerade,
All disguised, even to the eyes,
Like Bishops, lawyers, peers, and spies.
Last came Anarchy : he rode
On a white horse, splashed with blood ;
He was pale even to the lips,
Like Death in the Apocalypse.
And he wore a kingly crown ;
And in his grasp a sceptre shone ;
On his brow this mark I saw—

Paradise Lost: Satan Calls Meeting

2016: The Sleep of Reason

I drew this piece, which is of course inspired by Goya, during a particularly trying time. Only now, with all the talk of 2016 being a struggle for all admirers and inheritors of the Enlightenment*, I thought I would share it, restyling it as my modest, and modern, take on The Sleep of Reason Brings Forth Demons.

Also: Christopher Hitchens’ words are just as apposite today – where more leftists are taking the “if you can’t beat ’em, join ’em” mantra to heart.

Goya did not idealize “the people” and was more inclined to notice savagery than nobility in human nature. The “human nature” argument has been allowed to waste a lot of liberal time, and keeps emerging the subtext of contemporary arguments about crime, race, evil and other areas where reactionaries feel that the instinctive gives them the upper hand. It is the special achievement of Goya to have been a radical pessimist; to have forced our attention upon the base and the ghastly aspects of the human personality while not surrendering to them ceasing to protest their official instatement. He had few illusions to lose-fewer perhaps than many liberals of today, whose optimism would have buckled if forced by a circumstance like that of Spain in 1812.


*And I make no allusions to the nauseating “New Atheist” cult here. “Enlightenment – with or without the capital E – has unfortunately become a buzzword in that electronic circle-jerk.

Machine Men with Machine Hearts

The original quote is from Charlie Chaplin's The Last Dictator. The mechanistic and ubiquitous nature of Capital
The original quote is from Charlie Chaplin’s The Last Dictator. The mechanistic and ubiquitous nature of Capital

While Pigs Cry Black America Dies

Porkie Tears

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