rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
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Hiding out on the Internets

The web site is gone, but the Google cache remains. It's the Nimietist web site, and I suspect that it was created by college students with too much time on their hands and too many drugs in their systems. They also apparently got whomped upside the head with a very bad dictionary of philosophy. Behold:
The term 'nimietism' is derived from the latin nimitus, meaning 'too much'.

Thus, a notion of nimietism is literally one which relates to excess. As an ideology, it embodies both function and dysfunction in a political realm. There is no constraint to the bounds of thought or advocacy, rather the theory is inclusive of all concepts to an extreme excessiveness. Whereas normative political theory seeks to justify itself in deontological or utilitarian pretexts, nimietism provides no such illusions. Thought and action are taken while considerations of rationality are systematically ignored. Nimietism is the policy of direct action, taken to the extremes.

Some of the surviving live links on their googlecached pages (last updated in 1998, so we can safely presume that the authors have by now been incarcerated in prisons or mental hospitals) lead to very strange places- possibly to places other than those to which they originally led. However, one live link still reaches its intended goal, which is The Anti-Hippie Action League. I have no idea why I found this jejune humor site so amusing, but I did. Maybe it was this picture in the Hippie Gallery of Horrors.

Sometimes, I really, really need to be entertained.



Sunday Verse


To Elsie
(from "Spring and All")

by William Carlos Williams


The pure products of America
go crazy--
mountain folk from Kentucky

or the ribbed north end of
Jersey
with its isolate lakes and

valleys, its deaf-mutes, thieves
old names
and promiscuity between

devil-may-care men who have taken
to railroading
out of sheer lust of adventure--

and young slatterns, bathed
in filth
from Monday to Saturday

to be tricked out that night
with gauds
from imaginations which have no

peasant traditions to give them
character
but flutter and flaunt

sheer rags succumbing without
emotion
save numbed terror

under some hedge of choke-cherry
or viburnum--
which they cannot express--

Unless it be that marriage
perhaps
with a dash of Indian blood

will throw up a girl so desolate
so hemmed round
with disease or murder

that she'll be rescued by an
agent--
reared by the state and

sent out at fifteen to work in
some hard-pressed
house in the suburbs--

some doctor's family, some Elsie
voluptuous water
expressing with broken

brain the truth about us--
her great
ungainly hips and flopping breasts

addressed to cheap
jewelry
and rich young men with fine eyes

as if the earth under our feet
were
an excrement of some sky

and we degraded prisoners
destined
to hunger until we eat filth

while the imagination strains
after deer
going by fields of goldenrod in

the stifling heat of September
somehow
it seems to destroy us

It is only in isolate flecks that
something
is given off

No one
to witness
and adjust, no one to drive the car





Damn if I didn't make it through another night!
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