Within Logar or from its etymological origins within the Pashtu
dialect Loy (لوى "great") and Ghar (غر "mountain") there is an abundance of eyes and famined bodies
searing into the foreigner as he makes his migration towards the mountainous ascent. They
are eyes and bodies which already soar, no longer flightless as the ancestral
tree, their bodies, surrogates of the omniscient peak . The ascending gaze of
the native lifts the maiden in mons, deplaning the two-fold root that is
eternal berg and virgin body.
Thus, we were only passengers of an old-age occident, the province of
the 'great mountain' stood before our weary feet, we were but peasants to the
native and stillbirth territory.
We were at once bound to the dreadful ascent (. . .) as this would harbor
us both from the despot and the guerilla. The war ceased in that ascent, though
we wept and moaned at the spontaneity of elevations, the peak presented the
immediate unfolding of the most bleak of anatomies, the sabbath of war seen and
heard near. The passage unto the great mountain presents the anatomy of a
cosmic asceticism, the infernal magnitude of mass, the microcosmic beast
asunder. Once shattered vectors of the immaculate ascent, now temporal
thrones of a harmonious mortality.
The conscientious mountain comes to itself through the categorical
unity of the damned subject pursuing glorious object. We must be critical of
this concealed mythos which presides over man and montes as
within bondage and attainment of lordship, as it comes to define the
essentiality of that dark light which springs forth, the germination of our
accursed anatomy in relation to mons. The primordial struggle par
excellence, the spectrum of contours defiled by the insolence of the
transcendent stone. Man no longer in virtue of his pursuit of berg
places all dimensions of the contour in the indwelling preservation of black
sonic immanence.
Aural and Oracular closure! Remember, the thousandfold deity had once
repelled, there the swarm of kneeling bodies slowly receded into a black
unison. And so, being embedded in this maddening phonotoposes we do not
swarm as masterful tribes as those prior to us, we recede inaptly into partial
articulations, spelling and reciting the deceased cries of precedent
mountaineers. Here the bergmetal as phonological event comes to
us as the present tense of a past adverbial eternity.
We are now descendants of those mythical verses preserving the virtue of
the alpine ascent. From here we bear the bondage of dynamos, i.e.
generic dynamics opposed to man as to his own quest for higher regions of our
disenchanted spatiality. Masters of the ascent commencing on insofar as
they are devoid of redemption, in pursuit of monadic upheavals. A former
enslavement is seated in man, founded in ode, to which the imprisonment of the
march passes (...) from cosmic mass borne to the deliverance of the berg's
ascent.
Never before in any motion can
one both desire and detest sound as within the foreigners passage to the ascent.
The oath of torment within the dimension of the alpine is a sonic vacuum, a
burrow fastening to the meta-positivity of sound. The montes sonic
spectrum does not wholly diffract from the stone, as the mountain in its quest
for a physio immersion swallows the breath of transcendence, and so the body
unfastens itself from ground, now dwelling as and in mons.
The feeble ascent of modern physiology/anatomy has not yet received the
mountain (berg/montes) in its highest category. We have thus far in our
embodiment to the alpine inscribed the stone into the wailing sonic aperture of
metal; armor once beared, forfeited to a stone capsule . When by virtue
of mons we must inscribe the sounds of our soul’s decrepitation into the
interpretation of the monostone itself.
To receive the mountain in the torment of the body, the lightfighter
ascends with lacerations at his shins, ropes binding at his neck, and silver
linings within his lungs. Soon enough we became masters of the great mountain
that stood east of the province, inscribed in an abstract monolith, we are montes
verissima ascensus; the mountain's truest ascent. There the hymn does not
persist as a sonic barrier to the contours revival, the inaugural adoration of
(...) bergmetal, releases its alp titans from their reverence,
reclaiming the ascent out of the black vector.
Bear the titans mass, liberate the berg...
Kevin Murray
