What comes after Capitalism/Post-modernity?

This is a quick piece written after a Bloomberg Opinion article gave me inspiration enough to rise from the hangover that probably immobilizes most after hard parties of the New Year: What comes after Capitalism? "Beginning with the breakup of the Hapsburg Empire, Slobodian’s lucidly written intellectual history traces the ideas of a group of Western thinkers who sought to create, against a backdrop of anarchy, globally applicable economic rules. Their attempt, it turns out, succeeded all too well in our own time. We stand in the ruins of their project, confronting political, economic and environmental crises of unprecedented scale and size." So it is quite right, and just the right time, to ask what comes after Capitaism, as Capitalism wasn't the end of history after all, but another condition that precipitates a change accordingly, and Capitalism was accompanied with the philosophy of Post-modernism, both offering the same de-constructive iconoclasm, "fall of meaning" as William S. Burroughs called it, (symbols fall like dead leaves on the streets, smell of burnt film in the air) and nobody seemed to see a way out of it. Well, we fucking see what we want when the push comes to shove, and we find a way out when it comes to survival, and that way is the way of incredulity, Nihilism, diligent and meticulous scientific reasoning that tells us the only way out of this existential crisis is to let the idols fall and trust no image, because the image was clearly false. Time goes on, we evolve, and now is the time to not believe in invisible hands guiding the markets for greater good; there are no such things. For everyone alone taking up the system is too much, and if we can trust something, we can trust the pressing need to survive, that forced the ancient people in primitive (anarchistic) societies to cooperate.

(The Troll that wonders how old he is by Kittelsen)

And remember, nihilism isn't about hopeless pessimism either, when understood correctly this fundamental distrust in myths and besserwissers who claim to know all for everyone is based in scientific rationality, and the scientific uncertainty principle is all encompassing. It gives us radical optimism on the darkest hours just before midnight; we don't know that all hope is gone either. Political Nihilism is not business as usual, it is a practical philosophy much like that of Spinoza's, and guided by cynicism, like dogs, we will bite the feeding hand if it delivers poison, and become wild and ungovernable to be free and open for a new future we make for ourselves.

Pirate song, but I must ask, what's wrong in fucking around if you don't break families and use a condom? And Pirates under the black flag were freedom fighters, yes? All for a better more free social organization. There's a Ghost of Chance (book by William S. Burroughs) that it works and we can high-jack the system and change it to make it ours.
Fleurety: Animal of the City

Quote the Maestro

“The white cat symbolizes the silvery moon prying into corners and cleansing the sky for the day to follow. The white cat is "the cleaner" or "the animal that cleans itself," described by the Sanskrit word Margaras, which means "the hunter who follows the track; the investigator; the skip tracer." The white cat is the hunter and the killer, his path lighted by the silvery moon. All dark, hidden places and beings are revealed in that inexorably gentle light. You can't shake your white cat because your white cat is you. You can't hide from your white cat because your white cat hides with you.” 
― William S. Burroughs, The Cat Inside

Grey

Grey is the color of mercy,
black and white is too judgmental,
this we need to understand,
and tone down from extreme polarity.

The pure white, is too strong,
nobody is perfect.

All black is too dark,
there is no absolute evil.

Always already mixed,
like all the colors of the rainbow,
that are there in the white light.

You just can't see it,
until you use the prism
to see, that this is how it is.

I have seen so many rainbows
that I believe this to be a fact.

Do bananas grow in the arctic?

When bananas are flying
you do the Slavic squat,
and cover your fucked up heart.

Another question with none above and none aside

What is it
when your dear friend
on Wednesday
gives you
Wehrmacht
bullets
that don't
actually work?

Over and out

I must ask these questions:
are we not allowed
to read into the moment,
or will we be coerced
to be quiet?

How does the machine work?
Do we surrender into the moment?
(or believe we will always descent to incoherence)

Can't I ask what is happening to me?
Where is my path taking me?

Or am I supposed to think
it is random?

Fold in front
of the noise
and retreat
to total silence
like a sensitive person
who has seen too much?

Was I fucked at birth
or was it an act of love?

Do I really have to prove that I never wanted
to be born anyway?
(see vonnegut bagombo snuff box for reference)

Stop racing.

Stop racing.
Do it gently.

You have your own heart to worry
about.

It is not about nothing.

But for humanity.

Begin as one.

We really can begin
as one, all equal.
For common good.

Together.

We can.

Then we can all begin
together
for common good.

Check.

You can check from Google
and know that it is all true.

It is not propaganda to make evil,

but communication

that helps us to cooperate.

That is the best thing we can do.

Publish.

And publish no names.
The secret names are arbitrary.
Because we are all the same.

And it matters
because humans care about each other.

Record

The record of membranes
so tightly coiled
that we have to open it gently.

And pray for peace.

Please.

And know that
everyone was always
already forgiven.

The Urgency.

I know it is urgent.
We need to be calm.
And remove the ic
from Pan.

We all have a right to live
equally.

We

We should all
know these things.
Because they were all true in the beginning.

That there is no end.

And this.

And this is because the original sin
was never true.

Update

This is the time
we all were in peace.

How to open and close (pudenda origo)

When I was cleaning the toilet this morning
with bleach, a thought occurred
to ask how would one make the devils fist.

And then I realized
I already knew the answer:
I cut all ties
and let my conscience free,

Coil tightly the thread
around the heart almost gone
to keep that point
as the center.

Spell the words
to make a knot
as if magically
not even there.

And hide it in the open
like a bait,
my weakness,
that I care,
readily sacrificed.

Like how would the Devil,
naked, stand against all odds?

Accept that what you could lose,
you never had,
to begin with,
but the insolence,
that you could stand like that
facing the impossible
with nowhere to go.

What more could you do
than hold your will
like a clenched fist
at certain death?

Wield this weapon
like furious eyes
staring at fate
as if it was nothing.

And luckily as alike
we were all also
always already protected.

We had nothing
to lose, and we could lose
nothing,
as everything we hold
was there to begin with.

And then I can drink
The water of my own land
knowing it was not poisoned,
as there was no original sin.

There is this one and the same law,
that was always already there
if you have the courage
to trespass.

Ulver Remix

The lighthouse
in the eye of a storm
that didn't happen.

The ghost ship
that now sails
with human essence.

To eternally return
back home.

(dedicated to the the Wolf of Siberia)

Accused

When you stand accused

every word is excuse

some of them refer to

real things,

some of them don't.

The Martyr had an

excuse - he wanted

out - out to die -

out to be free

Simple as shit

but was it love that

was so horrible or

something else?

They went before

and left us at

Death's door.

You pass judgement

with the feeling

you see

You fucking nihilist

Love is the best

way to see

everything.