Who is this world for? As the commons of the internet is dissolved for the profit of carrion-snatchers like Comcast, and the forces of corporate power swirl the modern-day Babel of New York, helmed by Wall Street and Trump, where do ordinary living, working people fit into a world defined by IQ and A.I.? They don’t. Perhaps you’ve already felt this – if you haven’t yet, you certainly will. It is unmistakably obvious that the world no longer serves individuals, and instead thrives on the transmutation of human into machine.
Even conservatives must admit it now – the state is not the primary threat to freedom of speech, but rather, Twitter, Facebook and Google have the power to legislate the limits of what is ‘too far’ in everyday discourse. The free market advocate must realize that a commissar for Amazon and a commissar for the Soviet Union share the same strand of spirit. If every aspect of your life relies on Amazon and Google, from shopping for food, to access to information, you must admit that you are essentially living in a communist corporate society.
Continue reading The United States is a Corporate Communist Country
The opening of the album is the only presence of the feminine in the entire project, save for the few brief words of a doctor announcing that SYRE has “died before”. A shallow reading would believe that SYRE is about dreams, but in fact, it is about reincarnation. Moreso, it is about surviving one’s death, and proving oneself in a world that may as well be the afterlife after the feminine oracle deserts it, abandoning SYRE to his own devices. The fact that the female voice opens the album and then vanishes is no coincidence – it is itself the story of creation, the divine logos of the gnostic Goddess Sophia who leaves SYRE, or Adam, to fend for himself in the world.
Continue reading Review of SYRE by Jaden Smith
The idea that any system we have developed thus far as a species is going to be the one that saves us is extremely unlikely. Everywhere you turn, the current ways people think about politics, culture and biology are a wasteland of half-thoughts that land us nowhere. So, let’s locate the pulse of the problem.
Continue reading Markers of Ideological Collapse
Donald Trump is a neoliberal. But since performance is more deeply valued than policy, he continues to masquerade to his supporters as a populist rebel, a force for human resurgence against the globalists. This mythic narrative is as false as could possibly be.
Continue reading The hollowness of Trump
What do Left Twitter pundits believe? Taking them at their word, they tend to believe that free speech is a fascist ideal, or only fetishized by reactionaries…until they, the correct leftists, need it, that is. They have an absurdly reductive view of the First Amendment, which holds that only state censorship is meaningful, and individual institutions have the power to shut down and censor speakers…until one of their sacred cows, like the comical George Ciccariello-Maher, gets placed on academic leave. Then, the hypocrisy of the right is somehow evidence that the left was the real supporter of free speech all along. Cynical, lying opportunists abound.
Continue reading The Left will Return to Free Speech or Remain Absurd
“No more performative shit!” Cries a latinx antifa woman at a white antifa man, whom she accuses of not being radical enough to punch a Nazi in the jaw. But, really, it’s all performative shit. All of it. None of you have scraped even one single filing of white off the spine of capital. The beast you declare to be a skeleton encompasses every single one of your actions, and taking out your impotent fury on middle-aged dough-faced Neo-Nazis is the only emotional catharsis you have in face of the knowledge that in all the years of leftist theory-making, not one of you fucks has found anything approximating an alternative to capital.
Continue reading George Ciccariello-Maher is a Goon
Why does the emperor turn the circus against him? In conventional narratives of authoritarianism, sports are a tool of reinforcing uncritical patriotism and keeping entertainment wedded to the heights of performative nationalism. Yet Donald Trump, a man seen as representing the ruddy faces of America’s red state white male fathers, who all tune in to sports to avoid politics, has made the players of the sport a symbol of counterculture. Colin Kaepernick, now dozens of others, have made kneeling for the national anthem a symbol of the players against the masters, the black men asked to blow apart their bodies on the field instead turning toward the flag and rejecting its false promises. How did we get here?
Continue reading The Field and the Knee: Trump, Football and the Eschaton
“Don’t believe everything you read.” Pitter patter. Rain dots the windowsill. I lick and leaf the page. Why wouldn’t I believe every word? When I read, the same voice that I think with speaks the very words I am reading. I am only repeating thoughts inside my own head, letting them wriggle their way in, letting them play and tingle with the spindling hairs curled in my pink-knots, where the memories are.
They should instead say: “Don’t believe everything you think.” That would be far more honest. People are happier to believe a book than to believe their own thoughts. A book puts thoughts in order. Thinking day-to-day twists thoughts apart, and shows contradiction, seeds and stems. The crystalline kush is the book. Reading sedates you.
Continue reading Yung Lord Krishna’s Tooth
I believe that hip hop fundamentally is an extremely capitalist and anti-socialist medium, and it is paradoxically fascinating that rap is considered the voice of the oppressed when it is so clearly in love with the oppressing influence of capital.
It is no coincidence that rap’s worship of wealth, women and success have led the medium to idolize Donald Trump right up until the moment of his Presidency. You don’t get to praise Lucifer until he achieves the throne, and then act like he’s betrayed you. Donald Trump, in the pages of hip hop lyricism, would be considered a mythical hero by an alien race observing the history of that lyricism up through the 90s.
Why? Well, because rap is in love with capitalism. Simon Reynolds wrote: “To ‘get real’ is to confront a state-of-nature where dog eats dog, where you’re either a winner or a loser, and where most will be losers”.
Continue reading Institutionalized: The Love Affair Between Hip-Hop and Capitalism
So much has happened. And yet, brain-damaged at the end of history, I remain a faithful observer, until the final hour. Will I become a cybernetic spider eating rot and rust in the Daedalus Pile? Maybe if I am lucky.
Friedrich Nietzsche once described himself as ‘the bitterest pill’. Today, communities of ultra-right transhumanists consider themselves to be black-pilled. The truth about the world, really, is a furnace. God’s face is a furnace.
I found myself ruminating on the dark night of the soul, and the explanation that the revelation of God is so bright that it burns our sensitive eyes and blinds them, casting total darkness upon the human being. Perhaps that has something to do with our human weakness. Perhaps it has something to do with light.
Continue reading We Are Not Enough