
"I" am the devil; the hell is "me":
flirting with your favorite pandemonium
化我為魔,地獄即我:在森羅萬象之域勾搭夢幻魍魎
Speaker: 洪凌,Lucifer Hung (http://tower-babel.idv.tw/)
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
-- W. B. Yeats, SAILING TO BYZANTIUM
1. H. P. Lovecraft(1890-1937)的新英格蘭怪物圖譜:
A paranoid white male’s wet dream of dissolving into the Primal Colossal Thing
★ a vivid compendium of diabolic Metastasis:
Cthulhu: Organs without Consciousness, a Grandiose Zizekian Thing-cum-God
★ what a headless/acephalous drive has been manifested in this anti-recreational
monster-collector’s psychic landscape:
proliferating, cancerous way of multiplying ultra-chaotic organisms
★ delusional phantasm crossing the borders of languages and memory/reality
★ a neurotic modern misanthropist’s becoming non-(hu)man in a regressive feat
★ too sick (degenerating) Not to be enchanted by primordial Other
★ H. P. Lovecraft as a premier/anachronistic Otaku (日本御宅族):
pallid, gloomy, anti-social, misfit, non-productive, introvent, isolated;
his bestial creation as the incarnate of a “pathological”, invert way of exit
★ a profound abandonment of one’s subject-position: a re-reading on a H. P.
Lovecraft persona (撕破子宮-邊界,性別盲目∕錯亂,痛性淫亂)
★ delirium, fever-dream-like aura to stage a tale in which a seemingly naïve
human being gradually disclose/discloset a legacy of un-human bloodline
Lovecraftian Hell always in a maniac-depression fit ofprotagonist’s brain
A. The Shadow Over Innsmouth (漁人混種的自我啟蒙過程)
B. The Shadow Out of Time(真實層與象徵系統的inter-weaving)
● bloated, metamorphosing monsters (phallus) and an obscene brain as hell-hole
(腦淫地獄+變形魔物)
“If I say that my somewhat extravagant imagination yielded simultaneous pictures
of an octopus, a dragon, and a human caricature, I shall not be unfaithful to the
spirit of the thing. A pulpy, tentacled head surmounted a grotesque and scaly body
with rudimentary wings... It represented a monster of vaguely anthropoid outline,
but with an octopus-like head whose face was a mass of feelers, a scaly, rubbery-
looking body, prodigious claws on hind and fore feet, and long, narrow wings
behind. This thing, which seemed instinct with a fearsome and unnatural
malignancy, was of a somewhat bloated corpulence...”
“The Call of Cthulhu”