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Tarrying with the Negative
“…one is compelled to take on step further and to conceive of radical Evil as something that ontologically precedes Good by way of opening up the space for it. That is to say, what, precisely, is Evil? Evil is another name for the ‘death-drive,’ for the fixation on some Thing which derails our customary life-circuit. By way of Evil man wrests himself from animal instinctual rhythm, i.e., Evil introduces the radical reversal of the ‘natural’ relationship….
…The choice between Good and Evil is thus in a sense not the true, original choice: the truly first choice is the choice between (what will later be perceived as) yielding to one’s pathological leanings and choosing radical Evil, i.e. an act of suicidal egoism which ‘makes place’ for the Good, i.e., which overcomes the domination of pathological natural impulses, by way of a purely negative gesture of suspending the life-circuit.”
-Slavoj Zizek
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On Humanity & Technology
“…humanity has not only to transform its relations of production, but must also fundamentally transform the entire characters of its mode of production, i.e. the productive forces, the so-called technostructure. It must not see its perspective as bound up with any historically transmitted form of the development of needs and their satisfaction, or of the world of products designed for that purpose. The commodity world that we find around us is not in its present form a necessary condition of human existence. It does not have to look the way it does in order for human beings to develop both intellectually and emotionally as far we would like.”
-Rudolf Bahro
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Scatological Communism
Caught in a dense and heavily polluted air, the stench of rotted corpses of doxa and the excrement of hollow ideological ramblings dulls the senses, preventing one to find a way through, yet even to make sense of what is happening. We are not assailed by a force from without, but instead by an overly underwhelming stagnation of the senses, and in particular, the historical sense. Any trajectory of historical movement is clogged with bad air, we are waist high in the waste products of the spectacle - the possibility of escaping the spectacle’s grasp only finds you in a feedback loop that takes you right where you began. In a state of utter dejection and embedded in a field of ideological shit.
So many deny the deteriorated landscape of the political, the doxa smelling so repulsive in its ‘inauthenticity,’ or in its complete corruption, splattered with blood from the countless bodies that had to be scarified for its existence. But this is the trap, in which the extrication from this field presupposes a cleaner place to start from, an age of innocence, where we can start anew as if nothing has happened. One wants to forget how wretched the dull sheen of decaying utopic ideals have been transformed from this into that, from what it had once promised into a kitschy, narcissistic image of the spectacle society.
The ‘world,’ ‘society,’ etc. is at a stasis, unable to develop and take shape, due to the half-submerged existences of past historical events, underlying secrets to the stillborn current of non-contradiction. New worlds have been partially constructed and then left to decay, its inhabitants having long abandoned the process. The desolation of these worlds, as deserts of the real, inscrutable and incomprehensible now, reeking of sulfuric odors that are unable to be erased. The lingering smell of corroded ideals presents itself as so many stains that have not been cleaned, instead pushed to the background and further dulled by the incessant obsessive dynamics of late capitalism, veiling the contradictions within itself as the conditions of its own possibility.
The guillotine has long been dulled, its pallid glint that brings light into this world through the blood-spattered death of the elite transmutated into a dirty secret that smells of decay. Everything has been layered with a gray mist of undecidability, the fog that comes to rest after History has ended. Where is the pivotal site of contradiction, in which the affects of revolutionary fervor can be deployed? Where are the fragments of the New world of Utopia, that resides beneath the surface, like an enormous glacial iceberg submerged in the hidden depths of our collective History? These are questions that we, the faceless masses are attempting to piece together. But it all falls apart, into disarray and chaos, stemming from not merely a lack of cohesion, but the impossibility of even thinking (and what goes along with thought, envisioning) what a so-called ‘Revolution’ would look like for the 21st century. This is our dilemma.
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Total Occupation Occupation. It is a word that possesses weight, gravity, a force with a divergent trajectory from so-called ‘history.’ Instead of losing meaning as it is used over and over again, its meaning is further compounded, multiplied, and sharpened, gaining momentum and superseding its own point of departure. This provisional ‘ground’ is absolute refusal of the capitalist totality, an abstract negation that negates everything in order to move onto more determinate goals and objectives. The more it is utilized as a strategy, the more it differentiates its own definition, becoming a collective desiring machine, concretizing itself through expansion rather than mere preservation. An occupation is the seizing of both spatial and temporal realities that are not necessarily non-existent, but in-existent, an interstitial ‘place’ that splits the totality through a manifestation of a minimal difference: between the ephemeral present and the eternal present. These two pathways present a radical choice between the politics of mere affirmation (of the capitalist present) and the politics of subtraction (of the possible communist ‘present’), the latter making itself apparent by a doubling of its content, or rather, the imposition of connection between form and content.
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The only way into the future is through the past
No future for a world that is flat. An end to it all has already came and past. We find ourselves without any hope and no remorse. Time has ruptured, providing a line of flight away from the endless recurrence of monotonous dead time. It is the now the time of un-time, Benjamin’s Messianic temporality that diverges from ‘ordinary’ time - in other words, Revolutionary Time. But this is not the return of the same Revolution, but something wholly new, re-vitalizing, electrifying. We are transformed from mere humans into werewolves, superhuman creatures of inhuman creative destructive trajectories that go beyond into not necessarily the future per se, but an uncharted territory to play, mingle, and form intensive affective states that supersede temporality. The wolves are let loose, and the pack is starving. It is time to feed. We are together as a pack and individually sovereign over ourselves. We are the crisis.
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