imagine
the
end
of the
world
some combination of
refurbished lives
of the elite
against
a catastrophe
there will be no-one
to think about
imagine
the world doesn't end with a bang
the curse
is pointless
this anxiety cries out to be
the Next Big Thing
the most heavenly ecstasies
delivered us from the
seductions of fanaticism
all the rest is horrible
any hope
is a dangerous illusion
there is nothing new
haunted
into the
dangerous mood of cynicism
virtue
seamlessly occupies the horizons of the thinkable
the dreaming life
is no longer worry of comment
all that is left
is to imitate dead styles
where you're either a winner or a loser
where most will be losers
at the level of desire
the fantasy being that
all we have to do
is buy the right products
that what is currently called realistic
is neither coincidental nor accidental
mental health is no longer a natural fact
the problem of stress
has changed it form
things are bad
can't do anything about it
something is missing
beyond the pleasure principle
postponement
that persists for as long as your
life continues
this
definite acquittal
is no longer possible
a lifelong process
working from home
only works if you are complicit with it
it's boring
the act of reading
is boring
a post-literate 'New Flesh'
want Nietzsche in the same way
that they want a hamburger
feeling
insects-under-the-skin
strung out
like
attention deficit hyperactivity disorder
profoundly illiterate
pay for your own exploitation
borrowed
and hijacks
its symbols
to impose a state of emergency
to prevent change
in line with the concept of
'being smart'
to reclaim the
'new'
to shift the
focus
to anything
you are not willing to walk out on
in
30
seconds
flat
replaced by endlessly repeating
'I do what I do best'
you gotta move
when i move
no long term
set of skills
as
work and life
become inseparable
when you dream
you find yourself
unable to plan for the future
'pointlessly'
invested in fruitless ideological antagonism
old-style class conflict
as someone
confused about the way forward
no accident,
of course
feeling low, depressed, or sad
if you do not succeed
there is only one person to blame
you are sick
we can cure you
'being smart'
might appear
to be a mystery
but
inevitably
a short-circuiting occurs
and the project would have been
a genuine tragedy
in a strange compulsion to repeat
the meltdown of culture
in a way
truth
misses the point
sorry,
i can't help you
i'm afraid it's the regulations
to be misleading or meaningless
which cannot help but generate
the same perpetual anxiety
there is no alternative
life is but a dream
but
is it
someone else's dream?
