THE PRICE OF A LUNGFULL OF AIR

 

“STUDY THE SITUATION”

In any social system, it is the asymptomatic who are the principal transmitters of the ideological virus. Whenever infection manifests itself around them they ask, What is to be done? Meaning: I am not to blame.

 

TWILIGHTS OF FALSE CONSCIOUSNESS

When the plague arrived to carry off the Patriarchs, not one little Oedipus had to so much as lift a finger. This “automatic revolution,” like a sphinx in which a void opens up in the form of an insoluble paradox, offers itself to those intent upon the immaculate cleanliness of their hands hastening to proclaim from behind their masks this FINAL SOLUTION.

 

THE TIME OF THE VIRUS

Power installs a central clock from which all time-keeping is forced to derive, yet imposes itself by the localised force of its own anachronism (since it is nowhere verifiable: it guards itself in the mystique of its own secret ontology). Power thus defines itself as that to which nothing else is permitted to be “co-present.” It isn’t that power is omnipresent, but that it is the only “real presence” permitted in the world: all else is relegated to the domain of the phantasmatic. It propagates by way of this dialectical blind, under the guise of the “unknowable.”

 

REVOLUTION IS “HISTORY WITHOUT EVENTS”

There is no virtuality / reality dichotomy: everything is constituted in a precession of effect, interference, synchronisation, decoherence, wave-function collapse. As upon some quantum littoral. The real is a poetics of occurrence, not what has occurred or is yet to occur or what will have ceased to occur.

 

REALISM IS ENTROPY ACCUMULATED TO SUCH A DEGREE IT IS THE ONLY IMAGE AVAILABLE

Dialectics means: What lies “beyond” every dichotomy is its recurrence. The “void” of power therefore exists: it is the dream of an ideal repetition automation, reflecting itself ad infinitum. It is the ideal exchange mechanism of that which is constitutively incapable of imagining its own end. (“Dreams are realities.”)

 

THE PRECESSION OF THEORIA

The false ground of self-evidence is the true “unknown enemy.”

 

“THE PERFECT SECRET IS THAT WHICH REMAINS A SECRET EVEN AFTER IT IS REVEALED”

Why has a consciousness of the possibility of revolution once again come to be predicated in a belief in miracles? That the superstition of what “stands to reason” is measured against socalled forces-of-nature or gods indicates the true extent of the pandemic that has beset society.

 

SICKNESS UNTO DEATH

Those who seek an alien viral force to enact their revenge – possessed of an inhuman (& thus uncompromised) moral purity – will not be the next Committee for Public Safety, but the last production-line workers for an Automatic Utopia.

 

RATIONALISM IS SELF-ROMANTICISATION

Social psychosis isn’t the product of a “rupture” in the compulsive operations of realism, but of the force of realism’s imposition by way of an unrelenting repetition automation: it is the insistence of the Law. This insistence, which is also a dissonance, supposes an omnipresent regime of psychic enforcement.

 

“AFTER THE BATTLE COMES THE LAWGIVER”

Even when its authority is overwhelming & never in doubt – even when it pretends to a kind of indulgence that appears to invite transgression – the orientation of the Law is always on a par with the most trivial & childish of infractions. It is the god that haunts the sleep of every infant & every atheist. This perverse authoritarianism compromises everything but itself, since everything it permits (that it “turns a blind eye” to) is an element in a baroque stratagem.

 

APOCALYPSE WAS LONG AGO

By means of constant humiliation, power colonises & regulates every pleasure. By means of arcane logics & an appeal to certainty, stability & security, it implants the belief that its monopoly over the possible corresponds to objective universal principles. Yet this universality is nothing but a primordial trauma (the “shock of capture”).

 

THE SYSTEM’S “SELF-CORRECTION”

Like a self-treating disease, where everything is done by doing nothing.

 

CRISIS IS THE UNIVERSAL MODE-OF-PRODUCTION?

Certain revolutionary discourses have always inscribed themselves within an eternal, universal history, in which victory (no matter how deferred) is thus able to pose as inevitability. But revolution has political meaning only against the enchantments of the infinite.

 

THE LOGIC OF POWER IS THE “MEANING” OF ALL SOCIAL RELATIONS

It is for this reason that crisis can never be understood as the form of a negation, since it constitutes the very operation of power.

 

YET POWER DOES NOT HAVE ONE MIND

It has never been a question of “retrieving a more correct type of abstraction from reality” (Tronti). The question, rather, is: How is the production of any such reality possible in the first place? Which leads to a second question: Is it possible, by grasping the “abstract character of this reality,” to retrieve the possibility that gave rise to it?

 

THE NAME OF THE POSSIBLE IS “ALIENATION”

The dangerous nostalgia for a future that has already occurred keeps revolutionary discourse bound within a subjective illusion, blind to its own subjection. Desiring to seize the image of power, it becomes the servant of the power of the “image,” which it calls THE REAL.

 

DESIRE BEYOND EXPROPRIATION

The belief in a crisis beyond the co-optive power of the globalised CORPORATE-STATE assumes the possibility of a crisis uncreated by it. From where would such an autonomous agent arise? To whom would it owe its sympathies? Is this not the most rancid kind of sentimentalism? Can a desire prepared merely to risk its own existence, threaten that which seemingly has none?

 

FOR EVERY DEFEATED ACTION THERE IS AN UNEQUAL REACTION

In the final analysis, time is the one commodity they cannot conjure from “nothing” (it tries to distort time through the accelerated production of entropy, which it wants to substitute for it): time also being the true instrument of the current pandemic. The longer this virus goes ungoverned, the less tenable any response by the Corporate-State becomes. This is not a “withering” but the paroxysm of a madness stripped of all masks, drowning in the very air it breathes. And in its panic, it threatens to drown the world with it.

 

INTERIOR MINISTRY

15 MARCH

! THE PRICE OF A LUNGFULL OF AIR copy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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