Omnia mutantur nihil interit.
---- Ovid, Metamorphoses XV
The world will soon be post-political. From the grave of
the polis will rise the spirit of a new world. As dew is gathered
by the Sun into moving forms of mist so shall
our Human Community move and form itself in diverse ways.
In the post-political world nation states will become vestiges
of a barbarism no longer feasible. It is time for Humanity to
transcend the Sacral "Market-Place" and disallow its singular
universality. The root of man's relation to another man should
be an end--not a means.
As religion has lost its verity in this world, so shall politics. The
political is nothing other than Secular Religion. Faith in Human
Institutions to provide solace for hearth, head and heart. It also gives
rise to faction and a pernicious form of superstition known as "Party".
Different political entities become nation states who struggle over
"spheres or areas of geopolitical influence.".
This is an outdated mode of living. Sure, society asks for sacrifices,
but in the name of "ideals"? Even the Mayans haven't been so murderous
as Humanity has been about ideals over the past four centuries. It's time
to accept sacrifice for something concrete. Ideals are born corrupt and
petty. And ever find themselves providing a Procrustean Bed for humans
to writhe upon......
I am speaking to humans who have yet to be born- 200 years
from this time. Please listen and vouchsafe political fideism for
a well rounded life. The Market Place stop being the Holy Temple
of Political Fideism(millions are sacrificed to the Moloch of
"Hunger" daily).
It would certainly be euthanasia to put them both down together.
Incipit a new day-the Dawn of a Post Political World.
The Political is a Religion of Cynicism. It is the sectarian
Jealous, Wrathful, God of every Home.
It has no faith in humanity. Instead we have institutions and
the hegemony of Power and Markets.
4 comments:
ah this post reminds of the Band's "The Night they Drove Ol Dixie Down!"
Once again you are overly consumed with impressive verbiage than in making a strong statement ... which get losts in a quagmire of metaphoric polyglot that is far too laborious to hike through. Especially when the view at the top is grey and clouded.
I do feel your good intentions David ... but you're not saying anything new nor saying it in a fresh voice.
If the astute and jaded arbitrix Bey could tell me where she has heard such "verbiage" the kind author would bow to her ennui. The piece is written in a clear manner. And the verbiage is not impressive at all...Procrustes--the great Greek highwayman is one of the few metaphors which could be labelled laborious--The Sun motif at the opening mirrors the dawning and fits as quite a simple, albeit, rustic trope. Perhaps the reader, Bey, does not like the conclusion of things the writer has hinted at before? And the vitriol of her ennui is merely a cry from a person whose Sanctus Sanctissimus has been pilloried. The adolescent mind often feigns ennui when its sensibilities are hurt.
David I'm so sorry to offend. Next time I don't have an ego stroking or positive critique I'll simply skip it. This is your art. It's unseemly to argue over secondary issues. Forgive me for my lacking a gentle voice at times. Love, Bey
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