“No one here has to worry about where they’re going next, because there is no farther they can go.”
Your essay has me Vibing on Eugene O’Neil, Arthur Miller and Tennessee Williams. Williams described his style as “personal-lyricism”.
I cannot help but ascribe that description to your work, as it has the same effect. Though unlike the former, yours is deep and beautifully churning while hopeful and resilient (without inciting the urge to throw oneself from a rooftop). Well done.
The hellogistical world unknown to the sheltered Mr. and Mrs. Antrobuses (thanks to progress they aren't only the typical middle class whites anymore, not even mr or mrs, they've surpassed that, perhaps they aren't antro anymore, just buses, sheer post-human Android Memesouls drifting around, buses with an incredible amount of energy and velocity yet getting nowhere, the nowhellhere, thus, body with out organs, satellites floating around, to nowhellhere, not the Utopian, possibly Taoistic, Nowhere where we'll get the News from)
As Art Berman tells us
"Governments are run by career civil servants who keep the system functioning despite the revolving door of political appointees, most of whom know little about their new roles or how to manage a government department. The “deep state” isn’t some shadowy cabal; it’s the people keeping the lights on while their bosses figure out where the bathrooms are."
And continuing the monologue at the buggining McLuhan said:
"The mammal itself, now contained in a new macrocosm or ‘connubium’ of a super-terrestrial kind. Our technologies, or self-amputations, and the environments or habitats which they create must now become that matrix of that macrocosmic connubial bliss derided by the evolutionist"
BAP's "Longhouse"? (I'm not a fan but this term from him and his gang, this concept.. or percept? Is useful, captures the geist. i.e. The public notoriety of situation is the reflection of the situation into itself. The situation is endowed with an interior. This interior is infinite. Such a situation is infinite in the Hegelian sense because it posited itself. Concrete totalities are concrete because they contain the negative as appearance.)
Or "The new electric quadrivial, 2 “cliché” - from WHAT WE/YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT TRUMP
The "connubium" obviously is the primal scene enacted and reenacted over and over, in the context of capitalism it is as Marx developed Monsieur le Capital and Madame la Terre fornicating. A world in this state of paralysis on "Cynical Reason", is a bad infinity. We see this in the development of "AI", they don't know where they are going. Which is good it'll break and lose fuel before apocalyptic predictions, the mistake of such predictions are to take AI in isolation as cause, they are far from it, they are effects only. Of the larger medium, the slopioid. Or slopyoga. The reel world. "Roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!"
“If technological development were truly an aid to the survival of the human species, it would not have led to the elimination of a significant part of the population's resource base, only to have it replaced by an inferior substitute. The human population is swarming.” (Craig Dilworth)
"It is as if we have all become psychic with all thoughts interpenetrating creating a global schizophrenia" Deconstructing the Information Era (1997) Sohail Inayatullah
_Existenchialism_ is very good, CC, Beckett himself couldn't do better.
Really you should only read Beckett's Molloy either standing up or lying down but never sitting. On a bicycle would be alright though. But never sitting comfortably in a lady's boudoir unless it's a really flat lady maybe really a man disguised as a lady and your test-ache-ells are touching as you go at it on the back of a collapsing sofa or perhaps ottoman.
Sucking stones might be good for your eventual postie routes as they're zero-calorie, but make sure you have a good circulatory system so you can suck them turn and turn about.
I have a nice audiobook of it, going through it right now - authorial synchronicity strikes again! - lemme know if you'd like to hear it.
Not a bad Beckett impression you’ve got there, Murph. Not sure on the audiobook; I really don’t ever get around to listening to my lit, maybe I should?
Ha! "Beckett impression" could cover about 80% of my fiction writing if one were being uncharitable, but at least I use para breaks.
I really love the audiobook version of this text, but then I get nostalgic for Irish voices which I don't hear much of where I live. See what you think of this one
Solid. Mutually incomprehensible worlds, unknown to each other, are separated by one highway exit. The mailman sees them all, he is one of the few who knows these people are even there.
Strong style man, good piece
“No one here has to worry about where they’re going next, because there is no farther they can go.”
Your essay has me Vibing on Eugene O’Neil, Arthur Miller and Tennessee Williams. Williams described his style as “personal-lyricism”.
I cannot help but ascribe that description to your work, as it has the same effect. Though unlike the former, yours is deep and beautifully churning while hopeful and resilient (without inciting the urge to throw oneself from a rooftop). Well done.
Yes. Outstanding, this
Thank you
The hellogistical world unknown to the sheltered Mr. and Mrs. Antrobuses (thanks to progress they aren't only the typical middle class whites anymore, not even mr or mrs, they've surpassed that, perhaps they aren't antro anymore, just buses, sheer post-human Android Memesouls drifting around, buses with an incredible amount of energy and velocity yet getting nowhere, the nowhellhere, thus, body with out organs, satellites floating around, to nowhellhere, not the Utopian, possibly Taoistic, Nowhere where we'll get the News from)
As Art Berman tells us
"Governments are run by career civil servants who keep the system functioning despite the revolving door of political appointees, most of whom know little about their new roles or how to manage a government department. The “deep state” isn’t some shadowy cabal; it’s the people keeping the lights on while their bosses figure out where the bathrooms are."
And continuing the monologue at the buggining McLuhan said:
"The mammal itself, now contained in a new macrocosm or ‘connubium’ of a super-terrestrial kind. Our technologies, or self-amputations, and the environments or habitats which they create must now become that matrix of that macrocosmic connubial bliss derided by the evolutionist"
BAP's "Longhouse"? (I'm not a fan but this term from him and his gang, this concept.. or percept? Is useful, captures the geist. i.e. The public notoriety of situation is the reflection of the situation into itself. The situation is endowed with an interior. This interior is infinite. Such a situation is infinite in the Hegelian sense because it posited itself. Concrete totalities are concrete because they contain the negative as appearance.)
Or "The new electric quadrivial, 2 “cliché” - from WHAT WE/YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT TRUMP
The "connubium" obviously is the primal scene enacted and reenacted over and over, in the context of capitalism it is as Marx developed Monsieur le Capital and Madame la Terre fornicating. A world in this state of paralysis on "Cynical Reason", is a bad infinity. We see this in the development of "AI", they don't know where they are going. Which is good it'll break and lose fuel before apocalyptic predictions, the mistake of such predictions are to take AI in isolation as cause, they are far from it, they are effects only. Of the larger medium, the slopioid. Or slopyoga. The reel world. "Roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!"
“If technological development were truly an aid to the survival of the human species, it would not have led to the elimination of a significant part of the population's resource base, only to have it replaced by an inferior substitute. The human population is swarming.” (Craig Dilworth)
"It is as if we have all become psychic with all thoughts interpenetrating creating a global schizophrenia" Deconstructing the Information Era (1997) Sohail Inayatullah
The secret Raperture.
Hic rhodus, hic salta! The great qualitative leap foward the Evolution.
THEATRUM ERUDITIONIS CIRCUMDUCTILE FACTUS ES ORBI. SUBSELLIA QUE DICENDO FATIGARE NON POTES, TE SILENTEM FERRE, TE QUIESCENTE QUIESCERE NE SPERA.
VALE, VIVE, SCRIBE
this is fucking excellent.
Thank you
_Existenchialism_ is very good, CC, Beckett himself couldn't do better.
Really you should only read Beckett's Molloy either standing up or lying down but never sitting. On a bicycle would be alright though. But never sitting comfortably in a lady's boudoir unless it's a really flat lady maybe really a man disguised as a lady and your test-ache-ells are touching as you go at it on the back of a collapsing sofa or perhaps ottoman.
Sucking stones might be good for your eventual postie routes as they're zero-calorie, but make sure you have a good circulatory system so you can suck them turn and turn about.
I have a nice audiobook of it, going through it right now - authorial synchronicity strikes again! - lemme know if you'd like to hear it.
Not a bad Beckett impression you’ve got there, Murph. Not sure on the audiobook; I really don’t ever get around to listening to my lit, maybe I should?
Ha! "Beckett impression" could cover about 80% of my fiction writing if one were being uncharitable, but at least I use para breaks.
I really love the audiobook version of this text, but then I get nostalgic for Irish voices which I don't hear much of where I live. See what you think of this one
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HWsyXZtQF6c
Solid. Mutually incomprehensible worlds, unknown to each other, are separated by one highway exit. The mailman sees them all, he is one of the few who knows these people are even there.