I decided that it was 'about that time' that I succumbed and joined the blog-race. There is no earthly reason why I should be giving myself more work, more files to mess about with, more rubbish to ejaculate into cyberspace, but that's my nature. Impose my world-view onto the world and stand back glowing with smug arrogance that I can get away with it.
In all seriousness, this blog will be used to discuss everything from the subtle nuances of Julius Evola, right through to whatever the hell Setagenesis and Setamorphosis could possibly be. Hopefully you will also join me in critique of the world's death cults, amongst other things. Critique is good, especially when you can get away with having an almighty bitch about things, but because of a little education, can couche it in terms like 'discourse', 'dialogue' and 'pragmatic solutions to the dialectic of 'the other''.
I shall also use this little corner of the metaverse to extol the virtues of Francis Bacon and other 'seers'. Conceptual art will be regularly trashed and trans-rational surrealism will be elevated to the height of Odin's spear. Nonchalantly and with wit, mind you.
For starters, please enjoy a rather large drawing I have just finished. It is entitled as in the title of this post.
