A Call to the Unregenerate. Enemy Painting in Narrow Doors in Wide Green Fields::Surrealists and Outsiders 2019.

The new being of collective minds

Enemy Painting is an idea from Koerner's Bosch, how this painting of everyday life is of an enemy bent on destroying us. Narrow Doors in Wide Green Fields in Surrealists and Outsiders 2019 is a statement of The Enemy in the world now, its landscape and identity which the writers have arrived at and the editor at Thrice Publishing, RW Spryszak, has formed into this Enemy Painting.  This was the first of several pieces to later appear in the Thrice empire. When I saw the call, not knowing aught else, feeling a little contemptuous, I sent a line that would offend any normal person, "By the time I hear from you I will have forgotten you are there." Spryszak of course loves talk like that. 

I had taken my part in Narow Doors and put it online, until I looked more at the whole, then I took it down because I have never before found myself a part of something bigger whose parts affirm the whole, but that is what Narrow Doors is, a look at the enemy defined coherently which in a world shows its landscape and identity which somehow all the writers here seem to have arrived at independently and the editor has taken their words as clay and formed this bizarre, diabolic, and outlandish, painting

that Bosch depicts everyday life in order to reveal it as an alluring trap set by a metaphysical enemy at war with God, whereas Bruegel shows this enemy to be nothing but a humanly fabricated mask. Attending closely to the visual cunning of these two towering masters, Koerner uncovers art history’s unexplored underside: the image itself as an enemy. . Enemy painting is an idea from H. bosch who I like to call Jeroon Bos, how the painting of everyday life is born from an enemy hell-bent on destroying us. Koerner, Bosch and Bruegel From Enemy Painting to Everyday Life.  So just now I open at random and real “I repelled general attacks of invasive sulphur …as a prize in the Babylonian lottery. 99

Call to the Unregenerate there considered the new beings of collective mind: "I want to tell you what I'm waiting for, owls with iron feathers, scorpions, caterpillars, ants turned peacock. It's beautiful if you like the sort. One society exchanged privileges with another for controls. Don’t have names for them all, the samurai behind the back, an elbow in a chair, knee to the left, shoulders right, entities of Collective Mind." Heavily imagist free writing, or so it seems, until the strands weave a greater whole. What is it. Indeed what is it? The density and gravity of these long sentences is in one sense a capitulation to the inability to deliver the message that this, these events are occurring. This because of the anesthetic applied from all sources added to the ordinary human self interest, not to speak of the distractions and misinformation. here