The Metal Sower

by Peter Mlakar

We are from the rough power of the earth, concentrated on the brutality of work. This roughness of survival, it is driven by forces seen as black and brown. In work, suffering is constancy and death is life. In the fight with the earth, sharpness is shaped, the control of things originates from the soil. Strong consequences of technology build up the world, but the blade and construction have their origins in dirt, in the muddy earth.

To obtain metal, which sets us up as masters and murderers, the soil must be ploughed. You might have heard that metal is the last thing that remains at peaceful rest, prior to even its black holes turning to nothingness. As such it connects us with life, which will come into full existence once more. Existence and its triumph in the universe are defined in dead matter. This is the crown of thorns. From the silver gleam of the blade, a new crown is formed, which rules over despairing nature, this fountain of freedom. And the crown of thorns links earthly suffering and the traumatic power of metal to the stance of man - the super sower. This sower is made of steel. If he sows everlasting repetition, toils and sweats blood, then he is the lifeless earth and murdering metal. He is made of the earth and its rawness; from the destructive power of metal and decay new life is manufactured. But we must watch for its Shadow. This decides the rule over all, from an Exterior factor it points forward eternally. Thus, from this Exterior factor, the crown of thorns is a rainbow. Not only as a sign of suffering, where death is salvation, where return to the earth is peace, but more like a saintly gleam of white light which moves us away from nature, and into a world filled with things and events, similarities and differences, a world filled to infinity with subclasses of higher classes.

That is why futurism goes like this: It is as if there were some unity, some fundamentality of logic that the world is divided into good and evil and into that which is and is not present in this field of blackish brown chaos. The truth originates from the roughness of the earth and its unsophisticated simplicity; that it is by the brutish spilling of quantities that life is being held sacred. Moreover, that it is only this that will be transformed to a higher level, from this butchering and decay, and that on a mathematical level metal will dissolve into the earth and triumph over it.

But the winner over the earth is made of earth. This is, primarily, a unity. If he wins absolutely, then the crown of thorns is a link between life and death, because only in death is death finalized. That is why here both the roughness of soil and sharpness of metal - materially geometrical intellect - are neither one nor the other.