/lit/ - Literature

>>11222757
>i suppose the last illusion that has to go is there ever having been a choice.

and *this,* to the nth degree. do we have a choice? are we to be fatalists? or how about how the world of apparently infinite post-structural mimesis that reigned supreme in the 90s and 2000s mutates incredibly into the cybernetic society and the automatic planet? you can already see that this kind of discourse is what drives the Cathedral/GIT. watch the munk debates and you can see Dyson trying exactly these tactics with Peterson. the actual question about subjectivity, i think, lies between these. we are not tribal but i am skeptical also about the Divine Individual. we are mimetic through and through, and yet...the more we explore this, the more we find out we are all kind of the same, too, and beholden to these incredible extra-social processes of technology and innovation...

it's why i don't mean to give the impression of having answers to these things or anything even remotely resembling an agenda to push of my own. i am absolutely fucking bewildered by all of it, but i can't shake the impression that i get from some of these writers that nevertheless there is a lot we can say about things, provided we are able to do it in a way that doesn't just fall back on the old bullshit we finished and ornamented in the 20C. it just feels like a good time to be mystical about these things without losing your shit completely.

we do have choice, a consumer society can work in no other way. and yet, of course, this feels like the automatic planet. which is arguably a good place for us to wind up, since left to our own visions we tend to create religious structures to get a handle on capital that only in the end fail and disappoint. doesn't prevent us from doing them over and over again tho.

just things like this. for what it's worth.

>>11193954
i know rene. i know you're right. you're always right.

but when i do that there's no Big Recognition for the Spectacle that i spend all of my time thinking about. then it's just me and a boring fuckface life. i read all of this continental stuff and got all hyped up about paranoia &c and it's just disappointing to think that after all of that i have to just be a normal dude and kind of quietly be nice to everyone. i don't want to be nice to everyone, i want to be a Big Deal, even though i know it's pointless.

philosophy seems really, really fucking pointless these days, RG. like, super-fucking pointless. at best it's like psychic dentistry. that's like the best-case scenario. mimetic desire is like tooth-rot in your brain. you get cavities and tartar and the rest, and we live in a world which is full of Sugary Snacks. land is like a guy who hacked the recipe for brain candy. he stole it out of the future.

so, i know you're right. you're always right. and it's a fucking downer sometimes because i had to spend all of this time reading the rest of this shit just to realize that basically it's mostly just paranoia and envy and the rest.

nick land is pretty cool tho, right? no? you don't think so?

no, of course you don't think so.

going to church and being a good christian is *hard* tho. it means you can't have fuckface infernal desires. it means you can't try and cheat your way out of being just a Nice Ordinary Person by dreaming of having piles of money and a seastead on which to have sex with a sexbot that looks like V'Ger. it means i can't be a useless and perpetually melancholy asshole. but i got really good at that! continental marxism really helped me to figure out why i was pissed off all the time, but it's hard to let go of. i thought you were supposed to get a Big Prize or something.

so now the world is becoming filled up with the rage virus. but, you know, i like to pretend that somehow philosophy is a justification for being a cynical shithead. once you start going to church, then you just have to be nice to everyone, and humble, and work hard, and do all of the things that just make sense, that always did make sense to do. but i'm lazy and entitled and i can talk about acceleration and use despair as a justification for fatalism when i feel like it. it's so much easier.

goddamnit rene. i wish i knew how to quit you.