BEHOLD- The Muselmänner of Agamben Have Fully Surrendered

[...so, what did the letter say?]

If the mind, while imagining non-existent things as present to it, is at the same time conscious that they do not really exist,

...this power of imagination must be set down to the efficacy of its nature, and not to a fault, especially if this faculty of imagination depend solely on its own nature— that is if this faculty of imagination be free.
[In light of this previous statement I present to you the question: Why do we not protest the incarceration of our own imaginations, yet demand vociferously the liberation of things like "trade" and "the market"; things which ultimately rob us of our imaginations?]

“…in all probability, the virtual is now more powerful than the actual, and the conceptual possible more real than the real. The brain has surpassed the world and, in the antagonistic fashion, is making another out of it.”


Irony looks cute on no one anymore. [He said so]


It is a distancing technique meant to be used to highten the impact of what is being presented through counterpoint; it is not an affectation meant to adorn the presenter with an appearance of disaffected boredom, disengaged ennui.
This has cheapened our lives and has shrunk our authentic experiences into molecules of ridicule.
Are these wolves of condescension the brutal monsters of inherent human evils or merely the products of starved intellectual reasoning.
Does the body become rabid when starved of it's right to it's own psychological responses?
Is naked, paranoid aggression the outcome of increased constriction of variation within our social norms?
Do we become aggressive, contemptuous, scornful, with inhibited cultural freedoms?

80s ephemera; B-movie stars; and the under-tongued mocking of disaffected, arrested/perpetual adolescents have usurped any real emotion and dismissed it as banal.
This usurper of the 'real' is it's sibling, the 'hyper-real' in the form of paranoia. Through this militant cynicism it instructs our experience of being and transforms the norms of social exchange into boredom and mockery.
There are tales of a wandering bandit bringing meaning back to our exchanges, but in the end the rightful king "Sincerity" the Lionheart won't ever return to the throne. [BTW]

It is a testament to the true power of the late stages of capitalism that we are ashamed to express our true emotions and desires, however it is thoroughly acceptable -even preferable- for us to simply cynically mock the entirity of 'being' with our 'cool adoration'. Nothing is that can interest me. [I think that is the next line]

We are paralyzed by our own fear of ridicule. We walk in the hum of our own deteriorated being. The experiential half-life of a civilization denied its right to cultural exchange beyond the structured role of docility; the obedient and passive receiver.

It isn't something as spectactular as THE END TIMES that is coming- it will just be droning.

Not the bang
Just the whimper.