#title Letter: Mrs. Ludd. #subtitle poems #author Peter Lamborn Wilson #SORTauthors Hakim Bey #SORTtopics Poetry, luddism, Fifth Estate, Fifth Estate #358 #date 2002 #source Retrieved on 7th October 2021 from [[https://www.fifthestate.org/archive/358-fall-2002/letter-mrs-ludd/][www.fifthestate.org]] #lang en #notes Published in Fifth Estate #358, Fall, 2002. **** first Volunteer to serve the Negation Never too late for Mrs Ludd If Bugs Bunny’s a Surrealist what’s that make Elmer Fudd? Wherever you are tonight Mrs L Tiamat Tara river nymph undine Captain Moonlight & Saint Monday flaneurs on ancient boulevards of spleen never complain never explain our secret society goes back to the Neolithic peonies penises skinsoft rain the garden-the bicycle-please be more specific **** second Perfect Mirror of Global Capital the Devil’s waiting room haunted slum & universal slime of techGnosis & cybergloom pumpkinification carpal brain syndrome public suicide machine Mammon’s Dictaphone Moloch’s internal combustion psychic noise pollution landscape of corpselight metaphoric cold fusion **** third Very well no longer resist prophetic voices angry illiterate letter Pinned to social factory’s door Neither Physics Nor Metaphysics-empirical morality haunted by spirits real as need be but poor. Suburban Luddite. Jungle marches on the city tear down digital enclosures smash the looms turn off the hell drone kill the power light the lying City only with Moon. **** fourth zerowork taoist hermitage maybe in the Hardenbergh Mts Catskill romantic arts-&-crafts style with bunches of twisty branches jugs of cider marked XX cellphone towers not yet sprouted once or twice per day satanic zzmm of intercontinental jets otherwise silence thunder wind & birds all silent rain is a type of silence dead drunk under the Moon Luddite Pornography sunlight or rainlight in the hayloft privy overgrown with primrose & honeysuckle up in the cold clouds & dripping pines no car no phone no plumbing no electricity nothing to block trembling blue orgone or stupidity of naked Nature now pubescent & swollen **** fifth & last Reactionary nostalgist crackpot Kropotkinite last human lab-rat gone rabid ungrateful dynamite monasteries of slowness even light goes less than MC2 cultivate holy datalessness secrets meant to be shared How many Lady Ludds how many General Neds it was raining when you left us we forgot what you said *** THE BLACK LAMP **** 1. radical journal connected to the Despard conspiracy & Luddism early 1800s north of England or: “dark lantern” or glim used by pre-electric burglars could also refer to oil lamp with glass chimney unwashed black with carbon or “lampblack” (once used to make ink) or metaphor: eyes of the beloved color of madiera in tawny dark bottles down in the cellar at night by glinting candlelight: velvety monastery under perverse Moon oxymoron: sun at midnight: night sky with paradoxical meteors: negative illumination **** 2. Rolling Blackout Switch off the Aufklarung before leaving socialism minus electricity please Black Light of the alchemists of Isfahan where even day falls into reveries Power failure: rain comes in lacquered screens the house feels like a pelican of glass phone goes dead but someone else’s voice starts to life like pistils licked by bees Storm’s over: power returns but not to you tree-hating landscape-rapists throw the switch electrocuting all your monastic pleasures icebox grumbles lightbulbs galvanize radio threatens more cancerous weather eliminating all your buried treasures **** 3. Enoch’s Hammer We lose a world every 15 minutes by evening nostalgia for morning overtakes us digital hemlock numbs our limbs to slumber fearing nothing nice will come to wake us This IS the Future: how do you like it so far anachronistic fireflies? Petroleum: a prophecy (by the author of Der Golem) suffocation 600 channels: tombstones: burning seas Black Lamp dark phosphorescence pearl of night how many dodo species whacked like weeds or children vanished into ambient screens No King But King Ludd asleep beneath the hill under the parking lot the beach-but who could be foolish enough to want to smash machines? **** note last known sledgehammer of the Luddites manufactured by Enoch & Co I see it under glass in the museum one night begin to glow *** ET IN ARCADIA. (for Bishop Mark Sullivan) “The human desire for transcendence is an arguably hard-wired behaviour” —Arcadia Research Project, Australian Network for Art & Technology **** 1. Gnostic police-mind over matter- what else is law but magic? a fictitious person has no liabilities— only assets no corpse to weigh down its immortal spirit Sphinx vast & vague as a cloud of radioactivity succubus flea that swells to the size of a galaxy “discorporation” might be a more accurate term or something retro like “Sathanas” Cell phone towers hide inside steeples where does bad religion go when it dies? El Estupido the unconscious thinks it’s all SciFi strawberries crossed with the genes of fat people **** 2. High Moral Ground? Y’can’t get there from here pervert pleasure: class traitor (see Genet) voluptuous degringolade-Imaginal Past down the hole with the trolls: gone away Exiles of Cyberia Unite nothing to lose but chains of Lite. **** 3. The old Ukrainian carp fishers are picking up & moving slowly out of this dutch genre June & dappled—even the name is dutch Wallkill. From the other bank you can see they scored at least one big one dull gold held up in the ray between blue clouds steamed with dill & potatos **** 4. renunciation laves the skin like rain silky spagyric excised from time but not from space BLAMM thunder defines space a game of bowls in a valley time forgot Not that you have anything against time as continuum rather than torture machine or the Taylorism of everyday life sliced & diced & lost to some Maxwellian fiend In fact the Order proposes a reconquista seizing back the provinces of rain— invisible worlds hover behind its screens Every gadget that disappears makes way for unpolluted space/time to reclaim the marches between the banal & the unseen **** 5. Anabaptists on dope: strict observance Amish icebox spermaceti lamps under the radar off the grid—in fact no phone no television & no amps Entheogenic sacramental heaven whiling away the time till Armageddon **** 6. haven’t tied off the veins of pleasure but just can’t stand the tragedy of representation dunno much theology biology but shade is as good as a hat Le Physiognomie du gout delivers the goods but the Slow Food Movement’s an Escargo Cult the best parts could be buried in a box but their aura would heal sterile soil don’t want to flee the country again but might have to **** 7. E T A Hoffmann Fan Club Pro-Endarkenment Left meet at the bend in the river between warp & weft Children on summer lawns birds at their dawning jamming nightingales sullen thunder hunting & farming Fishing the manuscriptorium the stylite in an armchair stuck in the crook of a willow prays to empty air