An Aversion to Quagmires – A Collective Desertion Toward Our Future

When I wrote Beatnik Fascism a year or so ago, I never anticipated that we would be organizing and participating in actual anti-war demonstrations, but here we are. The book was mostly a quirky attempt to reconcile my own peculiar affinity for 1950’s and 60’s beat culture (and the associated Hollywood caricatures of it) with seemingly paradoxical tendencies toward identitarianism and futurism. I chose to convey these thoughts meditatively through the medium of poetry rather than as academic essays or “manifestos,” because I wanted the book to be abstract and avant-garde, as opposed to yet another one of those McReactionary ebooks railing about “feminists and SJWs” that Alt-Bro hucksters are always marketing. Like most people, I cringe when Paul Joseph Watson or some right wing media figure declares “conservatives are the new punk rock!” or whatever. So, though there are similarities I did not really want to write a book that was like “neo-fascists are the new beatniks.” To do so would be to overstate the activist component of the beat generation, which was in fact minimal compared to what often amounted to vaguely philosophical travelogues, artistic memoirs documenting a lifestyle of exploration, experimentation, heightened consciousness and curiosity. The idea for “Beatnik Fascism” for me began as kind of an inside joke and only accidentally became more genuine as I began to get caught up in the fevered frenzy of late night writing (much like I am now.)

The more idiosyncratic identitarians like myself lead extremely detached lives. Most of us seek a kind of escape from what passes for everyday life for most people. We travel around to meet up with each other, often exploring the world but seeing the sights through our own radically tainted viewfinders. When Robert Stark and I met up and wandered the streets of Las Vegas, admiring broken old signs and seeing majestic beauty in what normies would write off as the dumpiest, tackiest casinos….we traversed the town not strictly as tourists to Vegas from our respective cities, but as visitors from another time and place. We might as well have been from the moon, or maybe even another dimension entirely. When some lonesome, off-color traveler hikes around no man’s land in the mountains of some third world country, vlogging about transhumanism and HBD after being inspired by the sight of some weird looking leaf, it is in this sense that you might understand how so called crypto-fascist, degenerate bards could find themselves identifying with zany yet brutally authentic characters in works like “On The Road” and even the exploitative Hollywood bastardizations of them.

There is also the irresponsibility, or to put it more accurately…the realization that what is advertised as “living responsibly” is often a scam to manipulate us away from that which we sense a greater responsibly towards. To be “responsible” both in post World War 2 America and transnational, post cold war America requires going along with a whole bunch of bullshit and living a lifestyle that for some, isn’t true to one’s self. John Updike once claimed in an interview with Penguin Classics that he wrote “Rabbit, Run” in response to Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road.” Updike said:

Jack Kerouac’s “On the Road” came out in 1957 and, without reading it, I resented its apparent instruction to cut loose; “Rabbit,Run” was meant to be a realistic demonstration of what happens when a young American family man goes on the road – the people left behind get hurt.

Yet, despite Updike’s intentions, while reading Rabbit,Run as a young man, I identified much more with the character of Rabbit. Sure, the people he leaves behind do get hurt, but it didn’t appear to me to be any huge loss for the world. After all, his wife was an alcoholic that made him miserable, and his girlfriend was a prostitute, not exactly the type of people you’d feel like he owes some huge commitment to. There are his young children of course (one of which dies as a result of a careless accident committed by the drunken wife.) Yet, Rabbit would have been unable to prevent this even if he hadn’t ran out. It would have probably happened anyway while he was busy at work one day, in his totally meaningless sales job that Updike implies should have been his duty to remain at. Rabbit meanwhile points out the hypocrisy in all the people who attempt to tell him how to live. “Everybody who tells you how to act has whiskey on their breath.” This is the problem with Updike’s world. He frowns upon the runners, reformers and rockers of the boat for what he perceives as the messes left behind and the plight of the abandoned, the weakening of the church…etc yet beneath the forced facade of cohesion which he insists is imperative that we maintain at all costs, those who look closely still see an outline of the same puddle of puke, obscured only by having been swept partially under the rug.

“Staying at your shitty job where you spend the last years of your youth selling meaningless gadgets that people don’t need, and staying with your wife that drinks all day and yells at you constantly are necessary to keep up the appearance of a healthy, functioning society. It’s all in your interests. Just stay put.” Well, no it isn’t, and no I won’t. One can sense when they’re living a life that isn’t in their best interests (though some lack the will or inclination to act on it.)

“Check your privilege, keep your head down and train the overseas replacement we’ve brought in to take over your job at half of what we’re paying you. You might feel boxed in, but it’s in your best interests to import people from ethnic groups that express hostility toward you and openly boast about how disenfranchised you will be once they’re fully in charge. It might cramp your style, but just sit tight.
” Well gee dad, that transnational capitalist diversitopia sounds swell, but I gotta run…I’m off to find an abandoned mall to convert into a retro-futuristic identitarian living space where we conduct wild scientific experiments on ourselves, learning, loving and disinclining in peace.

Brandon Adamson is the author of Beatnik Fascism

Tumblerine Dreams

I need to start a family with you. This will just take a minute, okay?
     Well that depends if your “Make America Great Again” hat is ironic or not.
I actually only got this hat because there was no Richard Spencer apparel available at the time…
     Oh now I’m pissed.
Well I’m sure it’s nothing that Saturday morning cartoons can’t cure.
     I mean “Alt Right” is pretty heavy if that’s what you are.
Like, it might take something more than cartoons.

I don’t know about that. Poddington Peas was a magnificent and powerful cartoon.
     You’re dating yourself a little bit with that one my darling.
So what? The intro song is great.
Most newer cartoons are pretty lame anyway, unwatchable
     Okay, I just listened to it and I’m moderately impressed. I don’t watch a
lot of cartoons.

Me neither. I mostly just watch the intros and sing along with the catchy tunes. As far as dating myself, your name’s Haley, sort of like the comet. I remember when it last appeared in 1986…
     I’m wondering, where is your Instagram, and where are our mutual friends?
Mine is set to private. We have no mutual friends.
     Either you’re fake, or you’re going to kill me.
I’m really not a killer. There has to be a third option.
     The third option is that you’re some weirdo Alt Right dude
So I mean..

Well, that’s getting slightly closer to the truth
     I’m soooo mad
Are you or are you not a republican?
Well I’m not a “republican,” no
     Oh my God
What does it matter? Seems clear to me we get along well enough. We could be holding hands at the zoo right now, and nobody would ever know the difference.
     I wish. I absolutely love the zoo.
I don’t know if I want to date a guy who might or might not be Alt Right,
since I’m part Hispanic.

Hispanic is a bogus category. You don’t really even have mestizo features, so you’re probably mostly Spanish or Portuguese. You look huWhite to me. I’m not getting the vibe of an Aztec warrior princess ready to yank the beating heart from my chest on a sacrificial altar and offer it up to ye gods. I could be wrong though.
     What if you are wrong?
I’ll be a heartless bastard.

Brandon Adamson is the author of Beatnik Fascism

Constantin von Hoffmeister on The Stark Truth

A few years ago I rediscovered some of Constantin von Hoffmeister’s old national futurism manifestos and essays from 2004-2006, which were gathering dust on some long forgotten webpages and forums. I found his views were in many ways similar to my own. Having grown weary of arguing with neoreactionary tradcaths and southern holy rollers, I welcomed the idea of National Futurism as a kind of secular, futuristic oriented nationalism my cohorts and I could get behind. At the very least, I thought the writings were interesting and should not be lost to the world. I asked Hoffmeister for permission to repost his old material, and he gave it to me. I created a National Futurism website to house NatFut related articles essays and books. Since then, there has been a resurgence of interest in National Futurism, with Robert Stark and others even taking it upon themselves to create a National Futurist political party in the US.

Constantin von Hoffmeister has been around the scene forever. He has always been known as an entertaining writer and eccentric figure in these dissident political circles, but in recent years has become more prominent. He runs the Eurosiberia Facebook group and recently gave a speech at the Identitarian Ideas conference in Stockholm.

Stark and I had the chance to interview Hoffmeister on a recent episode of the Stark Truth. The interview can be found here:
http://www.starktruthradio.com/?p=3913

Topics:

Constantin’s National Futurist Manifesto
How Futusim captures the Faustian Promethean nature of Western Man
Taking a materialistic over spiritual outlook toward identity
The Italian Futurist who wanted to re-create the glory of Rome in a futurist setting
The Dada movement, and Constantin’s flirtation with the concept of National Dadaism
The concept of Eurosiberia and Imperium Europa
National Bolshevism, Eurasianism, and Aleksandr Dugin
The European Migrant Crisis, and why Constantin is pessimistic about his home country Germany’s future
Why Constantin views Islamization as Europe’s primary threat, but America as a rival
How the election of Trump has improved Constantin’s view toward America
Constantin’s support for Israel and Secular Arab Nationalism as a bulwark against Radical Islam
The Cultural effects of Communism on East Germany and Eastern Europe
The Faustian Imperial Nature of Brutalist Architecture
Le Corbusier’s Plan To Overhaul Paris
Using Le Corbusier’s ideas to redevelop decaying suburbs into garden cities
The glitzy Neo-Brutalist Architecture of John C. Portman Jr, and his inspiration from the Champs-Élysées
London’s Architecture, Ernő Goldfinger’s Brutalist towers, Centre Point, and the BT Tower
The Bauhaus White City in Tel Aviv, Israel
Art Nouveau, Art Deco, and Mid-century modern
The Palace of the Soviets proposal in Moscow
The Russian Futurist movement
1970s Soviet futurism
New Arbat and Cyberpunk in Moscow
Constantin’s experience in India, and Le Corbusier’s Chandigarh, India
Constantin’s Poetry

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Beatnik Fascism is a book of poems by Brandon Adamson that incorporates white identity, futurism and transhumanism. The theme of the book is that the race realists, identitarians and other assorted thought criminals are the curious and creative non-conformists of the post cold war, globalized era. It conveys through poetry the alienating experience we face in daily lives (even within pro-white movements) and throws around ideas about dealing with the challenges we face for the future.”