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"We contemptuously mock the trash that it offers the masses, and then think we have understood something about capitalism, rather than about what capitalism has learnt to think of the apes it arose among." (via Mefi, as is the following:)
"I asked an AI to write a joke about the article and was delighted by the burn it delivered.
'Why did the accelerationist cross the road?
To get to the other side of history, of course! But then they realized that history is not a linear progression, and that the road to a post-capitalist society is full of twists, turns, and unexpected obstacles. So they decided to just stay on the sidewalk and wait for the self-driving car of the future to take them there instead'." --criticalyeast
Woman Leaving the Psychoanalyst.
"Failed Tribute to the Stonemason of
Tor House, Robinson Jeffers
We traveled down to see your house,
Tor House, Hawk Tower, in Carmel,
California. It was not quite what
I thought it would be: I wanted it
to be on a hill, with a view of the ocean
unobstructed by other dwellings.
Fifty years ago I know you had
a clean walk to the sea, hopping
from boulder to boulder, the various
seafowl rightly impressed with
your lean, stern face. But today
with our cameras cocked we had to
sneak and crawl through trimmed lawns
to even verify the identity of
your strange carbuncular creation,
now rented to trillionaire non-
literary folk from Pasadena.
Edged in on all sides by trilevel
pasteboard phantasms, it took
a pair of good glasses to barely see
some newlyweds feed popcorn
to an albatross. Man is
a puny thing, divorced,
whether he knows it or not, and
pays his monthly alimony,
his child-support. Year after year
you strolled down to this exceptionally
violent shore and chose your boulder;
the arms grew as the house grew
as the mind grew to exist outside
of time, beyond the dalliance
of your fellows. Today I hate
Carmel: I seek libation in the Tiki
Bar: naked native ladies are painted
in iridescent orange on velvet cloth:
the whole town loves art.
And I donate this Singapore Sling
to the memory of it, and join
the stream of idlers simmering outside.
Much as hawks circled your head
when you cut stone all afternoon,
kids with funny hats on motorscooters
keep circling the block.
Jeffers, ..."
--James Tate via
"It really does not bode well for our society that politicians and corporations keep trying to destroy both entire repositories of knowledge and culture and our access to them..."
