Project Onto Me

By Nullus

Whatever you think,
The things you perceive.
Whatever you dream,
The things you believe.
A facsimile,
A fabrication,
An indignity,
A limitation.

Wherever you go,
You blacken the sky.
Wherever you spread,
Your essential lie.
A testimony,
An accusation.
A duplicity,
An agitation.

Whoever you smear, 
With notions of lust.
Whoever you touch,
Withers into dust.
A hyperbole,
Vilification.
Credibility,
Assassination.

Whichever they chose,
The truth they perceive.
Whichever they want,
The truth they believe.
A codology,
A disillusion.
A veracity,
A revelation.

Whenever you sob,
Projecting your grime.
Whenever you fuss.
Revealing your crime,
My integrity,
My domination.
Your pathology,
Your ruination.


© Nullus 2023

Irradiated Arkham

By Nullus

Steering through the half-light,
Where the moon and sun brawl.
She’s inebriated,
Pavement saturated,
Wastewater backwash,
Puddles and potholes,
Rats and cockroaches crawl.

Foundational bedrock,
Municipal bosom.
Forgotten miseries,
Missed opportunities,
Banishing the sacred,
Metamorphic fragments, 
Foliated bedlam!

Streets reek of piss and pot,
Wasteland of rotting rust.
Plant-eating platitudes,
Licentious attitudes,
Vacuums in barren wombs,
Avenues of refuse,
Decomposed human dust.

Unappetizing meat,
Bio-banality.
Counterfeit nourishment,
Pernicious instrument,
Putrid bourgeois Bugmen,
Pill-popping nightcrawlers,
Bijou reality.

Social fabrication,
Funding deliria.
Sullied Miskatonic,
Students catatonic,
Deceitful faculty,
Squandering intellect,
Agnostophobia!

Mandarin upper class,
Street-dumping technocrats.
Commodified potions, 
Dog-collared emotions,
Mock upper echelon,
Unleashed lunatics! 
Aquiline autocrats.

Barbarism expands,
Anti-life treachery.
Premeditated sprees,
Unscrupulous glowies, 
Ethnic liquidation,
Crime and solipsism,
Demographic cruelty!

An urban asylum.
A city of nightmares.
Sweet Lady Liberty!
Why have you betrayed me?
The city I once loved,
The city I call home,
The city of blank stares.

And the serpent hissed in Lady Liberty’s ear:
The old Gorgon defeated the new Colossus.


© Nullus 2022

Manifesto of the Actionary Artist

By Nullus

Our civilizational vision must propel us forward by emphasizing the glory of our unwavering ancestral mythos while remaining rooted in our functional contemporary reality. Will to Power cannot exist without love: love of God in recognizing divinity, love of oneself in resisting materialism’s oblivion, love of family and nation to sustain us through our ongoing struggles, and love of our brethren to demonstrate wisdom. Before we annihilate the arrogance of sanctimonious Liberal and Leftist saboteurs, we must first recalibrate our respective identities and seek heroic virtues in the biological reality of our ancestral cultural gardens. We cannot live in a nostalgic past or lose ourselves in Utopian fantasies. We must live in the present. The present perfect for a victorious future! It is time to rebuild our foundations and reconnect with the eternal continuity of our ancient legacy.

Politics has a significant impact on the decisions we make in our daily lives. Economic considerations, professional opportunities, how we relate to our culture and traditions, and education for ourselves or our children, are all part of this reality. All of these factors have a profound impact on how we perceive our relationships and ourselves. We are political beings because we are social beings. Politics influences how we express ourselves in areas that do not appear to be directly related to politics. Only a fool confounds politics and ideology.

Social interactions, which define our material environment, are inevitably political. Every embrace, every kiss, every quarrel, and every reconciliation are, by their very nature, political. Beauty and innocence flow from God’s creation, and art represents mortal man’s feeble attempt to articulate perfection. Great works of art combine eternal truths with political undertones through the lens of the artists’ temporal perception. Art must have a fixed point of departure to speak to an everlasting ethos that transports us outside of time and space.

The Übermensch is dead! Morally malleable mercenaries who greedily gnaw on scraps of lab-grown meat have replaced him. The Faustian man miscarried his calling by selling his soul to the exploitative apostate. Like their sycophantic overlords, Faustian marauders suckle at the roots of our vitality. The Faustian man never achieved the goals set for him by his forefathers and has become the epitome of self-destruction. He is limited in his capacity to think beyond the dimensions of the observable cosmos.

Secularist ideas only see the world in terms of rewards materialistic brute force can provide, resulting in a series of asymmetrical compromises or an endless repetitive loop of insanity. Secularists claim dominance over God, whom they intend to destroy; it is brutal, unforgiving, and calculating. The unholy House of Baal always wins this rigged Faustian bargain, and Mephistopheles collects these debauched markers. Where Humanism opened Pandora’s Box, subsequent derivative ideas gradually corroded honor, replacing our principles with effeminate synthetic masculinity. Nietzsche will never attain the kind of unrestrained artistic expression that Wagner exemplifies. Wagner dominates the center stage, while Nietzsche merely projects imaginary desires onto a screen.

God’s absolute divinity never changes, regardless of how we may correctly or incorrectly interpret metaphysical symbolism. Those who cannot embrace this truth flounder in materialist abstractions. Our historic calling cannot exist in constantly recurring cycles with repetitive themes. We are not puppets realizing self-fulfilling prophecies. Without God, we run like rats in a maze on the material plane and inevitably create false realities. There are no examples where men have been able to face nihilism without a divine cause to support them. Unlike secularists, we have not lost our confidence in God’s eternal love.

Invasive insects overran our ecosystem, laying waste to meticulously cultivated ethnographic and hallowed gardens while destroying the inexorable momentum that generations of labor and sacrifice constructed. Nevertheless, we must assume accountability for our civilizational demise. We have devolved into parodies of our fathers, who were themselves faint echoes of their forefathers. Where do we draw the line when thugs brutalize the sacred and beloved while we do nothing? When do we rise in fury when destructive locusts destroy fields our forefathers worked so hard to cultivate? When will we finally look in the mirror and ask ourselves how we allowed our cultural landscape to fall into abject decrepitude? When will we finally say, “Enough!”

There are no options, and we’re out of time.

Defeatism is a poisonous illusion that deprives us of agency and forces us to play pathetic sacrificial lambs. In its place, we must embrace heroism and become the warriors our generational responsibility demands. Our voice must resonate with authenticity and energy. Our truth is the truth, and nothing can change that truth. Nevertheless, we cannot ignore merchants of neurotic discord who regularly pit us against each other while laughing at our folly. Above all, disputatious traitors must feel the wrath of our contempt! Detractors and naysayers deserve no mercy! We recognize them, and they know we are keeping an eye on them.

The parasitic post-modern paradigm created codifications that seek to alleviate suffering in our daily lives. We have grown weak and react with shock when catastrophe strikes. Unless we boldly bear the burden of suffering, we will remain weak. Seeking suffering is a fetish but accepting suffering as a part of one’s reality strengthens fortitude. We will rise above desperation and purify our treasured nations! This enshrined duty reinforces our resolve.

Healthy cultural ecosystems thrive on hierarchical order, and every organism has a function. Each individual must recognize and accept their place in this hierarchy. We are not equals. We develop societies where our respective talents and abilities bolster the best of us to dominate corporeal transitions through enduring biological and spiritual imperatives. We embrace the biotic elements of our physical and metaphysical realities by governing every abiotic factor of our civilizational order.

Aristocracy is a calling, not a class of people or hereditary privilege. Effective leadership calls for a noble character, and nobility emanates from the soul. A humble man can triumph through dignity and self-discipline, whereas a man with a distinguished pedigree can fail due to avarice and incompetence. Regardless of status, we are all working men who must labor to accomplish the same objective.

Bloodlines matter! We carry the cumulative generational genetic knowledge of our forebears. We instinctively tune into every victory and defeat. We are all physical manifestations of our respective familial bonds. Disruptions to our bloodlines dilute continuity and decompose identity. Therefore, we must aspire to become communities that seize control of our collective destiny. We must incorporate cultural, social, and political messages as a combination of synergies through which we define our identity. Divine Right commands us to be men of immovable conviction and purpose who can effectively defend our faith, family, nation, and race. Above all, we preserve every seed; we protect every womb. Our fate inextricably links us to the creation of an eternal realm of life.

We dispel misguided individualist ego-driven myths. Our nations have always been cultural and ethnic forests from which great leaders emerge like majestic trees. Our civilizational ecospheres nurture the noble spirit. We expect everyone to serve a cause greater than themselves. There are no exceptions. Hyper-individualism is a hubristic fungus that corrupts the delicate balance of conviction and creativity. God will triumph over the Faustian man and humble him through suffering. Through hardship, the Übermensch will evolve into a magnificent embodiment of the greater kinship as the hero seeks glory beyond his petty ambitions.

Aesthetics alone are not enough: Without anchoring the symbolism, creative expression has no value outside of technical ability or a mindless facsimile of emotion. Artificial Intelligence will never achieve true artistry because it lacks a nuanced understanding of symbolism. True art exists when a work transcends craftsmanship and combines eternal divine inspiration with the political reality in which one lives.

False aesthetics create fallacious sensibilities that prioritize material lust over virtue. Leftists view aesthetics as a tool to express ideology. Liberals desire grace in stifled, commodified bubbles. Both proclaim a great passion for European traditions and often possess a wealth of knowledge about a legacy they don’t fully comprehend. All their talent and skill are worthless because they support ideologies and agendas that seek to undermine the one thing they claim to value most. They rationalize through detachment because admitting to their superficiality would require them to acknowledge that they are empty husks that latch onto our traditions like aesthetic leeches. They don’t merit the depth of European culture. At best, they are misguided fools who deserve our pity. At worst, they are traitors who only deserve our disgust.

Nationalists consider aesthetics a part of their shared history. Due to their desire to find meaning beyond an artistic creation’s aesthetic qualities, nationalists have the potential to develop the most sensitive sense of splendor. Unfortunately, many of our brethren focus on the immediate gratification of sensationalist rapture and don’t take the time to cherish our distinctive cultural authority. We must strive for perfection and master those who claim dominion over our heritage. It is our responsibility as artists to help our nationalist brothers avoid disruptive obsessions and learn to appreciate the politics of art.

Futurists argue that beauty can only exist in conflict, but they ignore its true nature. They confine the source to a one-dimensional aggressive expression entirely dependent on man. In contrast to the Futurist interpretation, a masterpiece must strive for a balance between the kinetic forces of human ingenuity and the eternal hope of divine inspiration. A struggle is never compromising, and tension is never far away. Art balances violence and serenity, good and evil, faith and doubt. Beauty exists in opposition, but the opposition is more than just material. In peace, there is also beauty. Beauty will always manifest through harmony.

The reactionary tactic for combating modernity remains constrained since it mainly emphasizes perennial solutions and falls short of offering a prescient civilizational vision. The Breitbart concept that “politics is downstream from culture” sounds appealing, but it is incorrect. One must first reshape the interplay between the social environment and the creative expression to change politics. What is the value of art if it has no meaning beyond the individual’s self-serving needs? There is no context and purpose other than anarchistic self-gratification. We are not reactionaries. We are a result of decades upon generations of action: We are men of action!

Artists cannot cower behind repetitious emotional aesthetics and detach themselves from reality. Every facet of our distinct European and Western cultures has been purposefully undermined and reshaped over the past centuries. The most successful method for achieving these goals has been to pervert artistic expression. As a result, false beauty has seduced Western artists, who often use aesthetics as a shield rather than a sword. “L’art pour l’art” is simply a vain attempt to indulge in existentialist fantasy. Formulaic representation has no value outside itself. But if a work reveals hidden symbolism, it suddenly transforms from self-indulgence to artistic brilliance. To rebalance our creative expression, we must challenge every scholarly essay published in the last century. We must challenge every interpretation expressed in popular culture and the arts.

We cannot run away from this insanity. We cannot run to the hills or retreat into remote intellectual compounds. This beast will follow us wherever we go. We cannot hide behind comfortable conveniences, polite discourse, passive-aggressive obscurities, and endless debates. Like it or not, the fight is coming to us. We must devastate these frail technocratic transhumanists. We must replace them with men of enhanced moral tenacity. We must embrace our future and recapture our civilizational mission.

Words will always regress into narcissistic gibberish if they do not recognize reality. Language is a weapon, and every word carries a mission. The only way to avoid manipulation and appropriation is to explicitly attack the enemy’s sensibilities by mercilessly tearing down their sacred cows. The actionary poet owns his articulation and proudly bears his ethnic, cultural, and racial insignia. Our fraternity of artists openly declares war on this degenerate culture and all its insidious manifestations!

And this must reflect our creative expression:

  1. Project strength and cultivate nobility: We boldly plant our flag on our native cultural soil and challenge duplicitous intellectual deception. Our meter must ignite the beacons of war, our rhyme must sing hymns of courage, our imagery must paint triumphal murals, and our rhythm must evoke the strength of marching armies annihilating chaos.
  2. Seek harmony with greater forces: We speak to the supreme ethos of our eternal civilizational destiny. Our forefathers demand discipline and our descendants expect dedication! We are not conservative and do not seek hermetically sealed cultures! We are stewards of the past and visionaries of the future!
  3. Embrace the future: We embrace the potency of power and forge our path with determination and conviction to overthrow emasculated technocratic sophistry. We will master technology before progress enslaves our progeny.
  4. Optics are irrelevant; relatability matters: We are unwavering crusaders who openly share our creative expression and engage the public in the same way a great poet might speak to his people from the steps of a grand national library. We will never limit our creative expression to placate weaker sensibilities. We will speak up and make our voices heard!
  5. We are everyman: We embrace our mortality and expect a hard life regardless of social status. Our calloused souls display symbols of perseverance, and we humble ourselves to the task. We don’t permit our ego to overpower the significance of our message. We are both gardeners of grace and princes of providence.
  6. Become self-aware: We stand for the order of the European man and openly defy arbiters of anarchy! Our poets boldly proclaim a glorious civilizational destiny exclusively for our sons and daughters. We sow the seeds of future spiritual regeneration and civilizational glory!
  7. Represent creation and life: We strive for harmony between our respective national identities and traditions. We are not hyphenated religions or deracinated people. We broaden the concept of kinship from one solely based on the nuclear family to one that prioritizes our respective ethnic clans. We value sublime intimacy over animalistic lust.  Our literature openly humiliates vulgarity that promotes death or attempts to sever sacred familial bonds.
  8. Eliminate false paradigms and preserve the masterpieces: Through numerous catastrophic eras of our civilization, artists and philosophers produced precious artworks and noble ideas that best exemplify our enduring ethos. Seductive concepts can often mislead good men. Despite themselves, evil men are capable of erratically exhibiting creative mastery.
  9. Celebrate the beauty, don’t be ashamed of it: We will dismantle pedestrian nihilist charades to recapture our primordial masculine vitality of the warrior poet and the feminine elegance of the ballerina. Our work will inspire our besieged brethren to emerge from their depressed, introverted underground bunkers. We will enhance their self-esteem with a potent message of destiny and strength. We will resurrect our superhuman spirit and reconquer a world that believed they had crushed us. We will give our brothers a reason to fight!
  10. Stay on message: We are innovators and preservationists. We curate the past and contextualize the present for our offspring. We don’t hide our authenticity behind faux modern obscurities. We illustrate rather than preach. We are not afraid to express ourselves emotionally, and we never fear poetic metaphors or literary adjectives. We feed the flowers of our civilizational revival – destroying any attempt to deflower our culture.

Marinetti was right: We must set the library stacks on fire! Where Marinetti cast a wide net, we will target the fountainhead and burn Liberalism’s rotting corpse. We will incinerate every mound of this revolting cultural decay! We resolve to banish this present imperfect and restore the glory of our eternal perfection!

Uncontaminated elegance connects the artist to an eternal lineage. The visionary ethos resembles a taproot system that reaches deep into the soil of a distinctive ancient and divine origin. The artistic soul is the primary root that grows deeper into the earth. All secondary associations expand laterally to nourish the creative essence. This convergence makes it difficult for invasive artificial identities to uproot artistic destiny. The artist must aspire to embody a present perfect established in our collective cultural genesis. Severing any of these links is the work of a spiritual cannibal who deconstructs our cultures and devours our souls.

Righteous Contempt

By Nullus

(Written on St. George's Day, 2022)

My father is dying,
I am paralyzed!
My mother is crying, 
I am stigmatized!
My love’s petrified stare,
We are traumatized!
Dear God! My deepest prayer!
My trembling baby!
My son! My destiny!

Disjointed spires swing,
Steeples perforate.
Dissonant church bells ring,
Lost souls resonate.
Malevolence obscures,
Technocrats sedate.
Remorseless saboteurs!
Promoting Satan!
Dead civilization!

Faceless masks ridicule,
Grotesqueries cheer.
Voluptuaries drool,
On bullhorns of fear.
Warping our perception,
Sociopaths leer.
Riots! Revolution!
Treacherous shepherds!
Pharisaic bastards!

Cormorants devour,
In public spaces.
Rootless bug men cower,  
In networked cages.
Collaborators spew,
Disruptive phrases.
The dragon awakens!
Armies of garbage!
Civil wars and Carnage!

The vile basilisk seethes,
Human sacrifice!
Unbaptized hordes reel, 
Corrupted by vice!
For my son! My daughter!
I will pay the price!
Save us from this slaughter!
Saint George, the slayer,
Vanquish God’s betrayer!

Golden trumpets bellow,
Beams of light cascade!
Righteous contempt echoes,
Calling for crusade.
He draws his blessed sword.
I embrace its blade.
I swear to you, Saint George!
I will end this fight!
To crush all parasites!


© Nullus 2022

They Day They Killed Love

By Nullus

What’s this insane duplicity?
Are we allowed to love?
Are they allowed to hate?
This distortion of twisted notes,
The need to incessantly permeate!
It cuts deep!
It burns and sears!
There are no tears.
Our souls flutter like a lost dove,
This was the day they killed love!

Does anyone even listen?
Is it your choice?
Or did you abdicate?
Eros and Cupid ascending,
These villains want you to masturbate!
It’s empty!
There’s no release!
Emotion deceased.
Eyes anemic and shoddy.
This is how they took your body!

Where is comradery?
Who will be by my side?
Where are you, my brethren?
Phila! My ally! My sibling!
They defiled the brotherhood of men!
I’m alone!
It’s very dark!
This truth is stark.
Affection reserved for no other.
This is how they killed your brother!

What happened to our family?
How did it fall apart?
Will this end in slaughter?
Storge! Home! The familiar!
They spit on our traditions and honor!
We all weep.
No sensation.
Ethnos and nation.
Ripping our bonds asunder,
This is how they killed your mother!

Have you witnessed our creator?
Did they hide his essence?
Or did we turn away?
Cherished divinity ignored,
These snakes openly mock our Agape!
It’s frozen!
Everything cold!
Souls gathering mold.
Selfless love is decried as a fraud!
This is how they want to kill God!


© Nullus 2019

The Death of Pagliacci

By Nullus

Where once
Amusing memes,
Anecdotes,
Banter danced upon lily-pads of the digital current,
The jester languishes.

A bleak vacuum,
Sadness
Unremittingly darkens the sky.
Humorless ghouls salivate on despondent souls,
Feasting ravenous on the day merriment began to die.

Decades of hermitage left Pierrot in somber commotion,
His hair disheveled, his eyes in a trance.
Innocent expectation lost,
Three rings of misery, 
Spectacles of irrelevance.


Distressed whiteface makeup,
Anxiety cracks.
Circus trumpets overshadowed by
Deafening lamentation!

Humpback harpies in shabby lime synthetic wigs,
Neurotics push inhibiting nootropics for artificial frowns.
Three rings of misery approach for the final gig.
Three rings of misery scream: 
“Send in the Clowns!”

Rejected auguste -
Penitent blackface -
Gullible buffoon -
Tramp forsaken -
Passive mime -
Harlequin whore -
Commercialized rodeo clown.

Pierrot abandoned his brethren,
Leaving them alone to cry.
His home for fools a ruin,
This is what happens, 
When Pagliacci die.

Cuilibet fatuo placet sua calva!
Ha! Ha ha ha.

© Nullus 2022

Confetti

By Nullus

Liberals pontificating in the media,
Communists proliferating in academia, 
PROPAGANDA
                                             floods the airwaves:
                                                                                          Trigger Warning!
Feminists hollering in your ear,
Taps and claps oscillating with jeers, 
SCREAMS
                                             shatter eardrums:
                                                                                          Misogynistic
      											                          Toxic 
                                                                                          Masculinity!
Predators grooming innocents,
Pronouns destroying adolescents,
MOLESTORS
                                             defile the youth:
                                                                                                    Drag 
                                                                                                               Queen 
                                                                                          Story 
                                                                                                      Hour!
Antifa forming committees,
BLM rampaging in the cities,
SAVAGES
                                             get no punishment:
                                                                                          Systemic Racism!

Demographics in rapid decline,
Occidental identities to redesign,
ILLEGALS
                                             swarm the borders:
                                                                                          White Privilege!
Nations crumbling in the West,
Oligarchs replacing our best,
CITIZENSHIP
                                             on the market:
                                                                                          Refugees?


                                                                                          Welcome?!
Quantitative Easing cocoon,
Sovereign Debt expanding balloon,
GENERATIONS
                                             of docile servants:
                                                                                          You
                                                                                                 Will
                                                                                                        Own 
                                                                                                               Nothing!
Politicians restricting your breath,
Experts prescribing your death,
INJECTIONS
                                             of the malevolent:
                                                                                          Trust
                                                                                          
                                                                                                           The 

                                                                                                                      Science! 
Parasites rotting your mind,
Globalists destroying mankind,
NOWHERE TO RUN
                                             all the same:
                                                                                          The Great Reset!


                                                      © Nullus 2022

Silhouette

I’m the shadow,
Of a world that never existed.
At least it’s still in my memories.
I’m the harbinger of failure,
A monument of despair.
I’m dying.
And I feel no pain.

A young man’s joust,
This failed prototype must step aside.
Lessons for the sons never sired,
Learn from this forlorn exemplar.
I beseech you Saint Michael!
Intercede!
Defend them in war!


© Nullus 2022

Manipulator

By Leander Kills – Translated by Nullus

You can find the original song on YouTube.

You won’t misdirect me,
You won’t disconnect me,
My two halves aren’t terrified
,
They’re unified to defy.

This is the end of the world.
It’s not bad that it’s finally here.
Who wins if everything is over?
Because your end will always appear
!

Oh, hello!
I’m here as a reminder.
Oh, hello!
I play the game called survivor.

You won’t misdirect me,
You won’t disconnect me,
My two halves aren’t terrified,
They’re unified to defy.

I’ve travelled dark corners,
You’ll never infiltrate,
Remain at the exterior,
Because I own love and hate!

Oh, hello!
I’m here as a reminder.
Oh, hello!
I play the game called survivor.

You won’t misdirect me,
You won’t disconnect me,
My two halves aren’t terrified,
They’re unified to defy.

And thus, I evolved from victim to predator.
The unity in my soul will never surrender!

You won’t misdirect me,
You won’t disconnect me,
My two halves aren’t terrified
,
They’re unified to defy.

The original Hungarian lyrics:

Engem nem vezetsz meg
Többé nem osztasz meg
A két fél már nem fél bennem
Összefogtak ellened
 
Ez itt a világ vége
És nem is baj, eljött végre
Ki nyer, ha mindennek vége?
Mert neked is ugyanaz a vége
 
Ó, helló
Még mindig itt vagyok
Ó, helló
Játszom az élet nevű játékot
 
Engem nem vezetsz meg
Többé nem osztasz meg
A két fél már nem fél bennem
Összefogtak ellened
 
Jártam sötét helyeken
Te oda soha nem juthatsz be
Te csak ússz a felszínen
Mert enyém lett a pokol és a menny
 
Ó, helló
Még mindig itt vagyok
Ó, helló
Játszom az élet nevű játékot
 
Engem nem vezetsz meg
Többé nem osztasz meg
A két fél már nem fél bennem
Összefogtak ellened
 
S így lettem áldozatból ragadozó
Az egység önmagammal többé nem osztható
 
Engem nem vezetsz meg
Többé nem osztasz meg
A két fél már nem fél bennem
Összefogtak ellened