Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Musical interlude. posted by Richard Seymour
Crooked Timber has an attempted rap version of Locke written by a 'leading British political philosopher'. I've contributed the following in the style of Immortal Technique:You betta watch what tha fuck flies outa ya mouth
Or Ima burn your house down with ya tied to ya couch
Cos reward and punishment’s the only rational way
To make a fuckin man do whatever the fuck I say
I gotta viewa human nature that’s tabula rasa
Cos you don’t know shit til I make you my masta
Separation a powers, got my checks and balances
And the Glorious Revolution got me in the palaces
And you mystical muthafuckas just look like some phalluses
Locke down and cold, murdering all yo fallacies.
Empirical truth, mutha, don’t ever try to diss me
Cos I got rhymes that’s colder than Walt Disney
My lyrics are like syphallus but harder to catch
An if you don’t obey my law, then you gettin yo ass capped
You gettin locked in the pen fo ten to fifty
Monopoly a violence boy, cos you lookin shifty
You Hobbesian people swallow like Bambi Woods
And you’d never live a day in the projects or the hoods
Cos you ignorant about what keeps men from they selfish ways
Private property, boy, helps the people get paid.
Etc etc etc.
Today's challenge from Lenin's Tomb: summarize the views of your favourite philosopher in a rhyme. And I don't want to hear any shit about "I'm yo Master Signifier muthfucka". I've already though about that, and am composing it as I speak.
On a more serious note, a nice addition to the Ron Aronson article cited the other day is an interview with the man conducted by Danny Postel on the Camus-Sartre controversy.