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Thy Kingdom Come Undone — (The Song of the Vanquished)

There is no chorus of the damned
No acapella choir of the apocalypse
Only the siren song of singular suffering
Each of the forsaken moan alone, as one.

In their intimate places of sorrow
Scattered over the blasted heath of regret
Those vanquished by the maligned message
Raise their voices in praise of none.

First choice for 1st Voice, this baleful drone
Of a cheer-abandoned balladeer
Who chills the blood of all who would hear
As he sings to thee of thy kingdom come undone.

Transhumanism — Living the Life Augmented

At the very real risk of burying the lead to this post, let me begin by saying that in the poem Sailing to Byzantium, Yeats’s famous meditation on mortality, there is one line in particular that has had a lasting impact on me ever since I first read it, namely the phrase “fastened to a dying animal”.

For, I would argue, in those five simple words, Yeats has managed — in a way unlike any other poet before or after him — to unnervingly capture the existential anguish each and everyone one of us most certainly feels, as mortal creatures of flesh and blood, when we contemplate our own mortality. Our bodies being, of course, in this context, the dying animals to which we are fastened and thereby similarly also doomed to certain death by.

There exists, however, a movement or school of thought which seeks to overthrow these selfsame biological limitations of human existence. Which brings me in a slightly indirect fashion to the topic of today’s thought piece, and that is “transhumanism”.

Among other things, it’s been called by one prominent critic (Francis Fukuyama) the most dangerous idea in the world. In a nutshell, it’s the philosophical brainchild of a loose collective of intellectuals, scientists and futurists who are seeking to overcome death and aging, by applying recent advances in biotechnology etc to the question of human enhancement and thereby marking out achievable steps towards immortality (“so-called ‘longevity escape velocity’ eventually culminating in indefinite lifespans”).

Obviously, pre-genetic testing and the human genome project have already ushered in the possibility of highly selective breeding practices in future generations, with a view to eliminating illness and infirmity, be it mental or physical. And cybernetic implants, for another thing, are no longer merely the stuff of science fiction, either.

So everything would seem to be right on track for the coming posthuman age. An age that posthumanists/transhumanists are sure will be one in which we are no longer fastened to our dying animals, as we currently are. And yet as much as this idea appeals to me, on one level, when I wrote my novel, Missing Zero, I included a scene where the protagonist meets the Devil, who it comes to light is a leading transhumanist.

So, I can only think that my objection with transhumanism, more generally, stems from the fact that I am essentially a humanist at heart. And for this reason I see a transhumanist future as a post-apocalyptic vision of sorts, as inevitable as it might be in the evolution of the human species.

Almost as a case in point (and somewhat ironically in view of the fact that the, largely facetious, tagline for this blog is “Helping to usher in the Apocalypse…”) I came across the following totally legitimate transhumanist site http://www.dnargus.com/ whose tagline reads — and I sh#t you not! —
Our goal is to extend lives and usher in the post-human age

Don’t say you haven’t been warned…

The Missing Zero Apocalypse Corner Welcomes You to Another Instalment of…

Apocalypse Thursdays


The Revelation of St John: 4. The Four Riders of the Apocalypse (Albrecht Dürer)

Where the eternal question every week is: 

And what rogue blog, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards the Apocalypse Corner to be reblogged?

This week the answer is Jack Chaser’s The Walking Dead Story, please read his reblogged post below…

The Missing Zero Apocalypse Corner Welcomes You to…

Apocalypse Thursdays


The Revelation of St John: 4. The Four Riders of the Apocalypse


Bosco dei Mostri (Monsters’ Grove)

Bosco dei Mostri (Monsters’ Grove)

today i slouch in shadows
of the monsters’ grove
a lazy dilettante of words
carved in atonal stone
built to astonish and frilled
with ancient verdigris
kept pure by the
toothless yawns of fetid
cannibal idols
hungering to consume all
all too soon, the eschaton
i spit these loose last moments
in the face of the
holy fuck, the gods themselves
wage war
with me. at this very place mt olympus
shed its last splintered tear, here where
cocteau and dali adored the
sacred form of chaos
housed in a twisted house
string pull and the final curtain fall
a revelation arranged just so


to set

the eye, head

and heart of the apocalypse

free tomorrow



A Sign of the Times

God spoke to me
In a dream
Last night
I didn’t mind much
“The end of the world
is nigh!” he said
Speaking in a voice
Both deafening and
Impossibly quiet at once
I’m okay with it, I
Suppose I’ll get used
To the idea but still
Worry with such messages
Filling my head I’ll
Wind up crazy
Homeless prophet bum
Warning all
“Prepare to Meet Thy Maker!”
Wearing nothing under
A sandwich-board sign
Leaving me naked
But for being clothed
In these words of moral

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