Monday, 17 August 2009

Stirner = Black Metal

Do I write out of love to men? No, I write because I want to procure for my thoughts an existence in the world; and, even if I foresaw that these thoughts would deprive you of your rest and your peace, even if I saw the bloodiest wars and the fall of many generations springing up from this seed of thought — I would nevertheless scatter it. Do with it what you will and can, that is your affair and does not trouble me. You will perhaps have only trouble, combat, and death from it, very few will draw joy from it.

If your weal lay at my heart, I should act as the church did in withholding the Bible from the laity, or Christian governments, which make it a sacred duty for themselves to ‘protect the common people from bad books’. But not only not for your sake, not even for truth’s sake either do I speak out what I think. No —

I sing as the bird sings
That on the bough alights;
The song that from me springs
Is pay that well requites

I sing because — I am a singer. But I use you for it because I — need ears
Max Stirner, The Ego and Its Own

2 comments:

socialism and/or barbarism said...

I think I really need to make a Stirner BM concept album. Because pretty much any excerpt from that book would work as lyrics, although that is a particularly sharp one.

Benjamin said...

You can call it 'creative nothing'