{"id":9526,"date":"2013-02-17T17:44:46","date_gmt":"2013-02-17T15:44:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9526"},"modified":"2013-02-20T17:46:43","modified_gmt":"2013-02-20T15:46:43","slug":"mayhem-chimera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=9526","title":{"rendered":"Mayhem – “Chimera”"},"content":{"rendered":"

de Alexandru Zamfir<\/a><\/p>\n

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\nVine momentul c\u00e2nd nu numai c\u0103 ai ur\u00e2t tot ce exist\u0103, ci ai ur\u00e2t tot ce poate exista vreodat\u0103. Toate combina\u0163iile posibile \u015fi imposibile de particule zac e\u015fuate pe marginea unei min\u0163i purificate de orice urm\u0103 de speran\u0163\u0103. Moartea \u015fi mizantropia sunt dou\u0103 for\u0163e colosale, care combinate \u00een doza ideal\u0103 \u015fi dublate de o constant\u0103 perspectiv\u0103 puternic ra\u0163ional\u0103, pot duce la o dezintegrare total\u0103 \u015fi ireversibil\u0103 a oric\u0103ror conexiuni cu lumea exterioar\u0103. Restul propriei vie\u0163i apare pentru prima dat\u0103 a\u015fa cum este \u00een realitate, gol, sterp, f\u0103r\u0103 nici o urm\u0103 de sl\u0103biciune, o dezolare grandioas\u0103 cu un timp de \u00eenjum\u0103t\u0103\u0163ire alarmant de alert; s\u0103 treci printre oameni devine o curs\u0103 printre jaloane, o curs\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 concuren\u0163i \u015fi linie de sosire. <\/p>\n

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Dup\u0103 un \u00eenceput s\u00e2ngeros, un “Deathcrush” plin de m\u0103runtaie \u015fi teroare, un “De Mysteriis De Sathanas” care a reprezentat un adev\u0103rat manifest al black metal-ului, \u015fi atipicul “Grand Declaration Of War” “Chimera”<\/strong> reprezint\u0103 o reinventare a genului \u015fi o reinventare a concep\u0163iei despre lume. “Chimera” are ascu\u0163imea unui tratat filosofic \u015fi cuprinde probabil cele mai complexe structuri melodice din muzica black metal, un monumental decor sonor construit de Blasphemer printre viziuni inumane \u015fi terifiante. Rafinamentul acestor st\u0103ri de groaz\u0103 este dat de \u00eentoarcerea c\u0103tre interior \u015fi abordarea transparent\u0103, fix\u0103, a unor probleme care nu las\u0103 nici un loc de solu\u0163ii, prin \u00eens\u0103\u015fi alc\u0103tuirea lor. <\/p>\n

‘Whore’<\/strong> este un medicament vomitiv, prin mirosul puternic \u015fi constant de carne, sc\u00e2rba care eman\u0103 din fiecare \u0163esut \u00een mi\u015fcare, dezintegrarea \u015fi golul l\u0103sat de atrofiatele nevoi spirituale. Propriet\u0103\u0163ile rigide \u00eencrustate \u00een propriile corpuri \u015fi nevoi stau la baza incongruen\u0163ei dintre \u00eenclina\u0163ia c\u0103tre bine a psihicului \u015fi realit\u0103\u0163ile crunte ale maselor de carne putred\u0103, paralelismul compact \u015fi ilogic cuprins \u00een \u00eenclina\u0163iile obscure ale acestora.<\/p>\n

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“Interlocked repulsive souls
\nIncantations flowing.”<\/em><\/p>\n

‘Dark Night Of The Soul’<\/strong>. Noaptea neagr\u0103 a sufletului se reduce la tr\u0103iri primare, la numere prime, la detoxific\u0103ri totale. Sila este un moment subestimat al existen\u0163ei, put\u00e2nd fi \u00eengro\u015fat, intensificat, p\u00e2n\u0103 cap\u0103t\u0103 o form\u0103 concret\u0103, \u00eenfipt\u0103 ad\u00e2nc \u00een imposiblitatea de eliberare total\u0103. Orizontul nu este lipsit niciodat\u0103 de forme, nici m\u0103car atunci c\u00e2nd este golit de orice materie, urmele mi\u015fc\u0103rilor anterioare sunt suficiente \u015fi p\u0103teaz\u0103 pergamentul sub\u0163ire al lucidit\u0103\u0163ii cu lumini palide \u015fi expuneri indefinite. Cu pu\u0163in timp \u00eenainte de a ceda nervos \u015fi a p\u0103r\u0103si Mayhem, Maniac \u00ee\u015fi construie\u015fte, cu fiecare pies\u0103, sarcofagul. \u00cen aceast\u0103 noapte absolut\u0103, existen\u0163a \u015fi inexisten\u0163a sunt valori identice: ceea ce exist\u0103 nu este vizibil, ceea ce nu exist\u0103 nu este vizibil, deci ceea ce nu exist\u0103 poate la fel de bine s\u0103 existe.<\/p>\n

“I close my eyes to the world
\nKiss my skinless corpus
\nMake me revel in your weak souls
\nMake me feast on your nightmares.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Obiectivitatea este hr\u0103nit\u0103 de toate revela\u0163iile semnificative, \u00ee\u015fi \u00eentinde r\u0103d\u0103cinile ad\u00e2nc \u00een fiecare moment de suferin\u0163\u0103 din trecut, \u00een fiecare a\u015fteptare strivit\u0103 ca un chi\u015ftoc jegos de \u0163igar\u0103. ‘Rape Humanity With Pride’<\/strong> vorbe\u015fte despre o renun\u0163are demn\u0103 la propria condi\u0163ie:<\/p>\n

“Inside a mind so deranged
\nHow I wish you all were dead
\nAnnoying humanity sickens me
\nI contemplate your extinction.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Cuvintele sunt sincere, fire\u015fti, reprezent\u00e2nd termina\u0163ii clare ale unor furtuni intelectuale intense \u015fi de lung\u0103 durat\u0103. Nu exist\u0103 spirit, nu exist\u0103 persoan\u0103, omul este o doar o fiin\u0163\u0103 a pluralului, iar con\u015ftientizarea propriilor premise plaseaz\u0103 concluzia \u00een afara spectrului propriei analize. Ura este singurul sentiment fundamental, reprezent\u00e2nd un reziduu indestructibil al oric\u0103ror transform\u0103ri. Dac\u0103 empatia \u015fi dreptatea sunt cele mai puternice \u015fi pure tr\u0103iri umane, eliberarea de uman las\u0103 \u00een urm\u0103 doar ura \u015fi sila fa\u0163\u0103 de solul \u00een care \u00ee\u015fi au r\u0103d\u0103cina toate aceste buruieni.<\/p>\n

Sf\u00e2r\u015fitul este mai important dec\u00e2t \u00eenceputul deoarece, automat, \u00eel include<\/em> \u015fi pe acesta. ‘My Death’<\/strong>, propria moarte, aceast\u0103 fantasm\u0103 care ne prive\u015fte din spatele fiec\u0103rui obiect luat \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, este doar o oglind\u0103 rece \u015fi impar\u0163ial\u0103 a realit\u0103\u0163ii. Moartea \u00eenseamn\u0103 simetrie, circularitate, finalitate<\/em>. Orice ac\u0163iune curge c\u0103tre propriul final, iar acest final nu este altceva dec\u00e2t scopul absolut al ac\u0163iunii. Limita\u0163i la propria durat\u0103 existen\u0163ial\u0103, moartea este permanent\u0103 \u015fi etern\u0103, deoarece este singurul moment al vie\u0163ii care exist\u0103 \u00een paralel cu orice alt moment al vie\u0163ii; acel ultim +1. <\/p>\n

“Your life was forever structured
\nComposed and eternally given
\nThe dying you produce never stops
\nIn the sound of universal destruction.
\nThere’s an inherent nihilism in your spirit.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Urmeaz\u0103 dou\u0103 pr\u0103p\u0103stii neuronale. ‘You Must Fall’<\/strong> este imnul unui final amar, un elogiu adus absurdit\u0103\u0163ii, care ne absolv\u0103 de orice r\u0103spundere. Mar\u015ful funebru al necesit\u0103\u0163ilor vitale se apropie de final iar avalan\u015fa cauz\u0103-efect \u00ee\u015fi pierde energia poten\u0163ial\u0103, durerea fiind resim\u0163it\u0103 la nivel molecular. Ansamblul nu mai func\u0163ioneaz\u0103, fiecare celul\u0103 devine con\u015ftient\u0103 de propriul loc \u015fi de propriile posibilit\u0103\u0163i, devenind un simplu balon de s\u0103pun \u00een fa\u0163a unui \u00eentuneric t\u0103ios. Personalitatea se sf\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103, sub greutatea propriilor excese de autocontemplare \u015fi a imperativului categoric din titlul piesei. Propria existen\u0163\u0103 este o \u00een\u015fel\u0103torie iar preten\u0163iile de cunoa\u015ftere a Adev\u0103rului sunt zdrobite de o lume care, din exteriorul con\u015ftiin\u0163ei, nu cunoa\u015fte nuan\u0163e \u015fi valori de adev\u0103r.<\/p>\n

“This is all but falseness
\nYou have nothing
\nYou are nothing
\nI shall reveal your truth.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Orice minut \u00een care nu e\u015fti complet con\u015ftient de propriile coordonate, de monumentalitatea monstruoas\u0103 a lumii externe \u015fi de independen\u0163a realit\u0103\u0163ii de con\u015ftiin\u0163\u0103 este un minut irosit. ‘Slaughter Of Dreams’<\/strong> \u00eenseamn\u0103 luciditate, renun\u0163area \u015fi resemnarea \u00eenseamn\u0103 for\u0163\u0103. \u00centreb\u0103rile \u015fi r\u0103spunsurile nu au nici un sens \u00een afara universului uman, lumea material\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi \u00eencordeaz\u0103 tentaculele cu fiecare respira\u0163ie, fiecare gur\u0103 de aer pe care o tragi se transform\u0103 \u00eentr-un urlet. Spiritul este o utopie care \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 umple goluri interne \u015fi defecte de fabrica\u0163ie.<\/p>\n

“No spiritual awakenings exists
\nExtreme effort of pulling life
\nVultures feasting in your consciousness.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Aceasta este concluzia care trebuie s\u0103 se afle la finalul fiec\u0103rui g\u00e2nd:<\/p>\n

“How pathetic man is before reality.”<\/em><\/p>\n

‘Impious Devious Leper Lord’<\/strong> revine \u00een mizerie, rev\u0103rs\u00e2nd un ocean de putrescin\u0103 asupra proceselor psihice fire\u015fti. Delirul se amplific\u0103 \u015fi se divide \u00een lungi spirale independente, intelectul se desprinde \u015fi se remodeleaz\u0103 \u00een dansuri vulgare, proiectate \u00een umbre diforme de lumina prea puternic\u0103 a ra\u0163iunii dezgolite. <\/p>\n

“Upon the shores of the end
\nEverything comes to life in me.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 tot, la cap\u0103t se afl\u0103 ‘Chimera’<\/strong>, o pledoarie \u00eempotriva acestei epidemii de via\u0163\u0103 care s-a ab\u0103tut asupra Universului, o \u00eencercare nobil\u0103 de a st\u00e2rpi orice vierme cu preten\u0163ii de lumi superioare. \u00centre -\u221e \u015fi +\u221e, orice segment definit devine doar o probabilitate nejustificat\u0103; nimic nu se poate solidifica f\u0103r\u0103 un fundament solid; orice obiect de care \u00eencerci s\u0103 te ag\u0103\u0163i este suspendat \u00een vid, la fel ca tine. <\/p>\n

“Something in space-time is logically ill.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Relativitatea propriei existen\u0163e dezasambleaz\u0103 toate mecanismele, inverseaz\u0103 orice proces \u015fi anuleaz\u0103 orice firav\u0103 f\u0103r\u00e2m\u0103 de sens. Raportat la nimic, totul devine nimic, propriul trecut \u00ee\u015fi pierde relevan\u0163a. Privit\u0103 din final orice ac\u0163iune a fost predestinat\u0103; la cap\u0103tul axei temporale a Universului orice ac\u0163iune anterioar\u0103 devine fireasc\u0103, tot ceea ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat vreodat\u0103 nu a avut alt\u0103 op\u0163iune dec\u00e2t s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple.<\/p>\n

“Your past was never quite there
\nThere was nothing that loose in the
\nconstituents of your substance.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Astfel, \u00een urma unor intense opera\u0163ii logice, care nu numai c\u0103 sunt absurde dar nici m\u0103car nu exist\u0103, sau dac\u0103 exist\u0103 sunt impuse de propria lor existen\u0163\u0103, afl\u0103m c\u0103 existen\u0163a \u00eenseamn\u0103 necesitate, \u015fi c\u0103 nu numai c\u0103 nu vei mai exista, ci, simplific\u00e2nd, nu ai existat vreodat\u0103. <\/p>\n

“You are not dead, you never existed.
\nThe sum of all you ever knew equals zero.
\nYou are not dead, you never existed.
\nYou are not dead, you never existed.
\nYou are not dead, you never existed.”<\/em><\/p>\n

Mayhem este uria\u015f, impersonal, Mayhem este o filosofie a echivalen\u0163ei dintre dreptate, obiectivitate \u015fi moarte \u015fi un prim pas \u00een procesul de putrefac\u0163ie. Orice predispozi\u0163ie mistic\u0103, orice preten\u0163ie transcendental\u0103 este acoperit\u0103 de mirosul puternic de cadavru. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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