i most certainly do not live in great times -
i like on a plateau of despair -
whether it be as common as
the spiked technological advancements
or... the general insomnia of history...
a new york history...
a history i want a break from...
a history i want to break from even in
london with its c.c.t.v. octopus reality
"t.v. show"...
i'm not bothered being filmed
for some eager voyeur of
the bureucratic dept. of the police force...
but i don't exactly live in great times...
mediocre times...
mediocre in a sense:
well... it would be just great if the trains
and the buses ran on time...
but this is hardly a time for great men...
the titans that men once were
is gone... the gods have come...
the petty creatures with a sinking resemblence
to men...
i live... in a time of men...
and being the men that they are...
they are... but men...
as i... am... a mere man...
i live in a time of men and past greatness...
i live in a time where everything works,
and everything is supposed to work...
i live in an age of ambiguity...
sex or otherwise...
while people recite a book published in
1949... about 1984 that happens
circa 2016... or later...
so... 2000 - 1984... + 16...
32 years later from
the prediction...
hell... what a way to not go...
at least when enough people congregated
around a book that featured an
apocalypse... they would run toward
the apocalypse... but somehow retract from
completely engaging with it...
these days? it has to happen (whatever that is),
it's supposed to happen...
there is a need for it to happen
so that the opposite side can hold firm
the "counter" narrative!
no one was at all serious about 1984
until the coming of the 21st century...
the time of great men has passed...
even now! whatever happened to the culture
of reality t.v. idols?
what happened to celebrity culture:
i.e. the vacuum of: celebrity for celebrity's sake...
that sure as shit is dead or on life support...
i guess the media moguls have to
reform... "invent" alternatives...
hell... if celebrity culture is dying and people
are being straved: i.e. bored...
what else to flush some adrenaline back
into a zombie-esque corpse of a medium?
fake news! fake news has most certainly
replaced what once was celebrity culture...
celebrity culture? oh you mean the culture
that didn't actually provide anyone with
the sort of same associated with
fame monopoly? the sort of fame...
you have to pay for?
fame of course: in the immediate
temporal sense that expires the moment
you're dead...
something had to come in
to replace reality t.v. celebrities...
fake news and... conspiracy theories...
the new: "thing"...
this one is going to be much
harder to swallow...
at least with the circa 2000s reality
t.v. big brother bollocks...
you would filter it out... not watch it...
but... if fake news and conspiracy theories
are in play... and you honestly want
to hear the news once a week?
clown shouting fire in a crowded theatre...
and i'm guessing a lot of people
are already hooked on the sort of media
commentary the media companies want
these people to ingest, digest, regurgitate!
i already know one example
of how reality t.v. / celebrity culture
has been replaced by... whatever journalism
is these days, or rather, what it once was:
via bob woodward and carl bernstein...
journalism these days is...
a bit like picking up a saturday's edition
of the times... or the sunday times
supplements... or looking at the review section
of a newspaper, the editorial,
the comment section...
fuck me... a newspaper requires
a restaurant critique?
the lest time i went to a restaurant
was... the first time i realised:
i can cook the food myself...
without the illusion of:
well... it sure tastes better if someone
cooks the food for you!
ever see a really shitty magic card trick?
that's one of them.
i'd rather be the one eating a shitty
meal, made by me...
that have to deal with a complaining customer
(i.e. myself) over a nuance with regards
to the meal in a crowded restaurant...
no thank, you...
and i'm hardly a critic of capitalism...
or whatever you want to call it...
but... capitalism is en route to exhausting
itself: from the perspective
of mining imagination:
there are only... really that many original ideas
you can muster... and once (and they
already are) the tentacles of
the inescapable churn of plagiarißm are in
place: and history recedes into
an endless perpetuation of "neu-zeug"...
well... recylcing ideas to keep the momentum...
not even capitalism can overcome
the quest for... quote, verbatim:

oh you seekers after perpetual motion,
how many vain chimeras have you pursued?
go and take your place with the alchemists.

da vinci...

again, i'm not a critic... but if capitalism...
is supposed to be this grand
economic infrastructure of perpetual
motion... and socialism is bye-bye -
a substitute to be placed in exceptional
circumstances (Poland circa 1945 - 1989)
or Syria... whenever that shitshow ends...
3 generations... it would require a
genius to come up with a model...
but that sort of thinking doesn't require
a god-man... it requires a bloody
pantheon of god-like-men...

as long as the recourses are still there...
sure... capitalism is this that and the other...
but the spirit of imagination
is dying in capitalism...
what once was imagination
has become akin to the cheapness of
plagiarißm...
hell... people are more prone to
recycle their ideas than they are
concerned about recycling plastic bottles,
for god's sake...
me? i actually have a german fetish
for recycling... i sometimes walk the streets
of outer suburbia come sunday night
before they collect the trash...
usually? 2:1 ratio of orange (recycling bags)
to black bin bags (sometimes 3:1)...

remind me to never visit africa (again)...
even the africans are fleeing...
god, can't stand the fucking, heat!
put me into a kenyan noon shadow
and i'll be bbq ready in two hours...
i'll poach myself from all the sweat!
well sure sure... the kenyans are great...
they have their muhammad with
his crocodile farm, and the chinese are
exploring avenues in colonial rule...
and yes, i asked,
most of the timber the kenyans
get comes from ghana...

yet nothing in this world
comes to the standard of beauty set by
the indian ocean bashing the african coast
at night... well... given that birds are asleep
during the night... and all you have for company
in the night are the northern hyena squeals of foxes...
i guess falling asleep in africa...
while the monkeys talked in their sleep
was quiet a comforting return to
the prime basics of things...
but the heat! the heat!

so when was the last time you
heard a reference to pop reality t.v. celebrity culture...
outside of the now tamed realism of youtube?
well that's sure as dried shit ain't
a 99p flake shoved into a cream cone of ice-whizzed
dollop...
muchos gratias...
and if only newspapers were
like toilet paper...
but if fake news is to replace
celeb. culture...
i'm just saying... capitalism
is exhausting itself...
who the hell does it have to fend of,
apart from itself?
the alternative to capitalism is
green eco-aware-centrist-blah-blah-black-sheep...
a spaghetti of bollocks...
it's not dying because the resources
are diminishing at the supposed rate...
but its dying from the first premise...
if you put too much monetary pressure
on the people who are supposed to entertain
your children...
if you exhaust imagination...
feed into even more monetary pressure...
you'll get what you always got: Rocky VIII!

man has become so busy exhausting his
imagination that he probably deems it
worthy of his unconscious to prescribe him
dreams... perhaps i'm the first to admit this:
i don't dream... i sleep...
i discard the piñata nonsense that sometimes
comes as a dream...
argument de facto:
if there was a timed reference for socialism...
then there is a timed reference for capitalism...
after all... capitalism isn't as old
as hinduism... when it gets to the years
in existence to compete with hinduism...
i'll let you know...

i still don't understand how it has
to gloat in overcoming socialism...
it seems that capitalism is nothing more...
than the scenario associated with:
beat him when he's down... em... more like dead...
isn't it enough time to stop gloating
in this ideological victory?
aren't there other problems knocking on
the door of capitalism, that do not involve
the whole dynamic of the cold war?
you know... boasting so much after the fact
of gaining superiority?
why is socialism resurging?
perhaps boasting too much?
too many nails but only one coffin?

i mean... sure... i get it...
parade the defeat of nazi germany...
but how many generations does it take...
to get over... the gluttony of... gloating?!
must a drunk really point this out?
or am i the sober one... while all the sober people
are drunk?! and believe me...
i... do not... want... to drink... whatever the hell...
they've been... drinking!