Started a new job the morning of the eclipse. Down to greenwood in my corolla, breaks groaning, about to give out. Every red light could be my last. Comic book distributor in a shipping warehouse. Park in back, walk through the back door, stand at a table with boxes of posters, illustrations. Put those posters in boxes, tape them up, slap on a sticker, note names and addresses. Unintentionally, I know something about the men in unit 3’s of apartment d’s on Prospect Drives and in Fairgrove Courts. They’re jacking off to cartoons.
Man is an end in itself, not means Kant said long ago. The other is supposed to be a mistery, a surprise to celebrate.
But in this modern environment where the beast Man - and women too - are domesticated they become so boringly predictable and unchallenging (Everyone also start judging accordingly and treat & examines the other like objects, this is why there's a popularity of so many different kinds of typology, from psychological/scientifical to the occult).
Internet only accelerates that, when you transmit what's in your skull to the screen.. and both become one.
Woke up one morning to the realization that the commodity I was stacking into cardboard boxes and despatching for delivery was actually my own life's precious hours.
"It's hateful, and it's paid for, and I'm so grateful... to be nowhere"
Man is an end in itself, not means Kant said long ago. The other is supposed to be a mistery, a surprise to celebrate.
But in this modern environment where the beast Man - and women too - are domesticated they become so boringly predictable and unchallenging (Everyone also start judging accordingly and treat & examines the other like objects, this is why there's a popularity of so many different kinds of typology, from psychological/scientifical to the occult).
Internet only accelerates that, when you transmit what's in your skull to the screen.. and both become one.
By the way:
"Capitalism
Views all existence in the form
Of commodities. Nothing
Is valuable except to
The extent it will bring a
Profit on the market. Again,
The human being is reduced
To a special commodity,
Labor power, his potential
To make other commodities.
Labor power on the market,
Firepower on the battlefield,
It is all one, merely two
Aspects of the same monster."
Kenneth Rexroth
https://www.bopsecrets.org/rexroth/poems/1940s.dragon.htm#Italy
Woke up one morning to the realization that the commodity I was stacking into cardboard boxes and despatching for delivery was actually my own life's precious hours.
"It's hateful, and it's paid for, and I'm so grateful... to be nowhere"
those last 2 lines hit me hard