[dead_battery]

Abysmal Plan: Waiting Until We Die and Radically Accelerated Repetitionism

http://www.e-flux.com/journal/abysma...repetitionism/

We don’t live long. This is a simple fact—we don’t live long. And “they” love us for this pathetic temporary-ness, squirted out into the violence and control of language and exchange value, and dying shortly afterwards: a few summer holidays, a few children, 3,000 hours on the toilet and 20,000 hours watching TV. Political transformation requires organization and time but we keep dying. A miserable counter-revolutionary brevity, written precisely into the mechanisms of capitalism as the finite expenditure of labor power, chopped up into small circuits of work and pay, repeated again and again (and our dependence upon this repetition) until death. Replayed to us as the aesthetics of the capitalist sublime and/or Speculative Wowism where the brutal cycles of labor and wage are contrasted with the “infinity” of M-C-M and the myth of its serpent-like omnipresence linked up to Romanticism: “wow it’s amaaaaaazing how vast the universe is and how many stars … and the relentless flow of markets in relation to the finite shitness of our lives.”

[Genteel Death]

Faith is such a choice you get baptised when the only thing you can do is shit all over the place!

[!@#$%!]

this one (anglo-saxon pessimism): no.

okay, i'll read the link, but i already have one raised eyebrow.

[SuchFriendsAreDangerous]

Originally Posted by dead_battery

Abysmal Plan: Waiting Until We Die and Radically Accelerated Repetitionism

http://www.e-flux.com/journal/abysma...repetitionism/

We don’t live long. This is a simple fact—we don’t live long. And “they” love us for this pathetic temporary-ness, squirted out into the violence and control of language and exchange value, and dying shortly afterwards: a few summer holidays, a few children, 3,000 hours on the toilet and 20,000 hours watching TV. Political transformation requires organization and time but we keep dying. A miserable counter-revolutionary brevity, written precisely into the mechanisms of capitalism as the finite expenditure of labor power, chopped up into small circuits of work and pay, repeated again and again (and our dependence upon this repetition) until death. Replayed to us as the aesthetics of the capitalist sublime and/or Speculative Wowism where the brutal cycles of labor and wage are contrasted with the “infinity” of M-C-M and the myth of its serpent-like omnipresence linked up to Romanticism: “wow it’s amaaaaaazing how vast the universe is and how many stars … and the relentless flow of markets in relation to the finite shitness of our lives.”

Fitter, happier, more productive,
quite content
less drinking
regular push up and sit up
almost every day
don't push too hard,
just easy
strictly ital, burn microwave and saturated fat
easy pon the road
drive safe
youth ina the back seat
just a laugh
well rested
burn paranioa
respect Jah creatures
stop kill them
link up the bredren
these and those now and then
overstand yourself
holy walk
nothing for nothing
sumthin for sumthin
stand in love,
never fall
give to the needy
market
stop killing them
sunday
car wash
rasta no afraid of shadow
no ridiculous things nothing gets desperate
nothing be childish
pick up the bass
take a time and move smart

you can get there
at your own pace
feel away them cant do nothing
play your part
you feel it now
big man no cry
rasta say
tired of iniquity
picture the youth in the back seat well strapped in
burn forgetfullness
move to movies
tongue kiss the girl there
pull yourself together
like a post
tied to a stick
that is driven int he frozen winter
the ability to laugh at weakness
humble
fitter
healthier
and more productive
a pig
in a cage
on antiobiotics..

JAH