Today we are in that lucky situation, that capitalism, neoliberalism, is not able to create its own reason d’être. The flowing contexts of capital are not able to maintain themselves, capital is only produced for the sake of more capital. In the lack of reason, capitalism shows its face as idiosyncratic, completely irrationel as all myth.
No wonder, that the most popular movies and bestselling blockbusters in cinemas are superhero movies, which are all deeply products of neoliberalist developments, from Captain America to Batman.
So, what is left is far from republican paint – what we have, when Darth Vader and Clark Kent are buried, is fine art. Myth, conspiracy theories and fine art. Without these, capitalism would die from lack of fiction to cover its own emptiness.
Did we forget literature and family ? Of course, because they are boring. In a few moments, the world will end in Virtual Reality – the most mythic, fictive and yes, virtual world of all worlds – Wake me up so I can go to sleep, and dream about myself waking up, wearing my headset and donate my brain to entertainment. Thank God, we have heard all these complaints and anxieties before, and we are still here, dreaming that we are awake.
And did we forget about the antidepressive medicine – the drugs ? Of course not. Tranquillisers for deep sleep, and amphetamine for light dreaming about war.
The sad thing is not writing this, but writing this in lack of any alternative content, something better to say. Maybe it is the format – the poverty of meaning. Language must be used on its own premises, not to describe or represent problems outside language. Or ?
Could we imagine a language arranged in a structure, that would solve real problems ? Like in politics, law or medicine. Not poetry. Unless the secret of poetry is, that it doesn’t appear before the problem is solved already in that very moment.
And what happens afterwards, outside of language is a completely new problem.
Well, let’s see how it works.