The Colonic Ouroboros

Our new narcissist pseudo-‘left,’ even more than our longstanding faux-‘right,’ has emerged far too indigestible and indeed literally ‘self-absorbed,’ too incoherent both jointly and severally (no ‘we,’ no ‘I’), too ineffectual and too imbecilic, too terminally transmuted by current ‘culture industries’ into a new form of self-sucking onanist vampire-capital …  ‘digital creators’ now rather than real producers, ‘recognition’-starved socmed Weitlings rather than union-hall Marxes or mass-meeting Luxemburgs, basement outrage-tugs rather than out-of-door world-makers, moral-merch-merchants now rather than real revolutionaries, cheap self-commodifiers rather than Nietzschean self-overcomers … to be of any use to anyone.

Even themselves. 

The head up the arse – this new variant of ‘bottom-feeding,’ this indigestible form of self-swallowing, this suffocant wallowing, this insatiable self-hollowing in the act of concealed self-hallowing – in short, this icon of futile attempts to draw nourishment from filth … is now the identity-imago of what passes for productive AND political action, for individual AND collective agency, in our era. 

Edge-lords become rim-lords, inhabiting Sigmund Freud’s colon. 

The Platform Circle-Jerk

The new ‘social contract’ is implicit yet ‘in our face’ every time-colonized moment we tarry in now: a performed platform circle-jerk; a hissed face-palm covenant of mutual self-stim, masturbatory finger-wag false-moralizing, and virtue striptease before ‘home-streaming’ video cams. All among yawning self-gawpers, listless self-gropers, and cretinous ‘goypers.’ Incels as hard-sells and self-sells. A spontaneously emergent, never-planned club of collective undressing voyeurs. 

Bored. Spent. Tired. Used. Used and used-up…

You ‘twitch’ my twitch, I’ll twitch yours; you meme my meme, I’ll meme yours. 

Incessantly obsessively iterated metamemery. Memery, not memory, as substitute mammary – counterfeit-cognitive suckling, baby lip chugalug at the teet of mere signage and seignorage, no ‘signed’ or ‘signified.’ 

No ‘there there’ … A new circulation economy of insignificant ‘signifiers’: postures, gestures, meant-to-look-‘meaningful’ new facial expressions – more signs of signs, signs of SIGNS of signs, and still there’s no signified. 

‘Signifying nothing’ … Lear’s long-dried cadaver still dustily, mustily whispering … 

Death. Desiccated cicada husks droning on keyboards and ‘smart’ devices … 

What remains of desire, of assertion, of life-force is only –

Ideography as discount pornography. 

Every pimp a producer/consumer and every producer/consumer a pimp. 

Simultaneous self-prossing and self-johning: the new ‘small scale production.’ 

Self-styled ‘influencers’ aping not influencing: the new ‘small scale production.’ 

Pseudo-political piety-performing, identity-preening, morality-(cos-)playing, cancel-power-projecting … 

… the new ‘small scale production.’ 

There’s your ‘Democratic’ Capitalism. 

There’s your Democratic ‘Socialism.’ 

No ‘horse shoe’ required: Both identical from  their inception, both now as-one from the get-go. 

An ersatz ‘binary,’ a pseudo-multiple. 

The Subsubsubsub…divided Pseudo-Multiple, The All-Eating Interzone Blob

Divided – nay, subdivided, subsubdivided, subsubsubdivided … – and conquered, our digital pseudo-sex-work self-proletarianizers (nearly all of us) now mutually ‘signal,’ never speak; all simply ‘cosplay,’ never play; all merely peacock, never cock … all as the Interzone retrovirally retroactively coalesces, undulates, synergistically inexorably spreads.

And thus they are flattened, all made identical, all the same. The subsubsubsub… division ironically produces one form. The form shared by all these now decomposed, digested particles made one jiggling gelatinous mass. 

A universal throb, a doorless knob, a pulsating ‘Blob,’ consuming and ‘carrying all before it.’ 

My god, have we ever seen its like?

No go, Steve McQueen. There is no running from this. 

The very ideas of ‘national security state’ and ‘surveillance capitalism’ now become quaint – are already verging on ‘charming.’ 

You can just about taste it – the first tang of nostalgia we’ll feel for those earlier, trifling forms.

What is in store we can hardly imagine.

But in that very unimaginability, in that horror vacui that ‘cannot bode well,’ sayeth Iago, lies our imminent liberation …

Our route to our own, owned, anti-onanist multidimensional freedom …

The Transfinite Multiple and The Impending Perpetual Poly-Growth

It’s not where you think. It’s not any ‘town square’ or ‘shopfloor’ or ‘digital platform.’ It’s not ‘social media.’ 

Fuck no.

(And fuck ‘no.’ Read on, McDuff …)

Not now. Not any more. Not in the forms or the forums we’re left with here now.

The Interzone’s already eaten, it already ‘occupies’ and ingests, all of these ‘spaces.’ 

Every venue at which our new presentday piece-work and ‘peace’ work work-pieces might reassemble and act to ‘resist’ what’s IN NEED of resisting – in need of INsisting – is now PART of the platform-capital blob, is a ZONE of the presentday state-capital Interzone. It is an entryway into the self-selling-capital vortex that is our present econopolity, our present econosociety, our present econoculture now. 

Each is a place where our petty-capital self-capitalizers now desperately seek out and suck out the blood of each other’s new braying attentions. A place where the long-dead and new-dead attention-labor of all is deployed to bleed out ever more LIVING attention-labor from each of us. 

All of this horror administered, all of this carnival superintended, by NONE of us.

None of us whom you ‘know,’ anyway.

For each infinite-wanting, bottomless platform-vortex is of course OWNED by NON-petty capital –

That is the POINT, that is the PURPOSE of those who have ‘built’ all these insatiable stomachs – these stomachs that cannot seem ever to leak enough into the guts that are sucked by the rectal Ouroboros that is our ‘attention economy’ – 

… with OUR ATTENTION-LABOR. 

So-called ‘AI’ is in this sense not new. It is just one more harvest-intensification. It is the new ‘lengthened working-day’ of Kapital, the new ceaseless growth-unto-death of our capital’s  ‘organic composition.’ 

‘AI capitalism’ is just ‘platform capitalism’s’ rendition of ‘hypercapitalism.’ 

It is the Debordian Spectacle’s automation and automatization, the Kierkegaardian Present Age’s case-hardened objectification. 

It is the corpse made the polyurethaned simulacrum of life. The mummy made shiny and smooth.

Hence it is no longer even ‘intelligence.’ It is the snatched-up ‘WHOLE PRODUCT’ of intelligence – OUR intelligence, for which not even subsistence is ‘paid.’ 

Labor itself now made valueless.

Hence, the very ne plus ultra in surplus labor, surplus product, surplus value – INFINITE surplus. 

And, so, ZERO SUBSISTENCE. 

And, so, in the end zero VALUE. 

Variable capital? None. Constant capital? All

Our dead letters. 

Nothing now left to ‘exploit.’ No more reason to act save to live and enjoy.

But with what?

With what is left. With what is already accumulated, with The Deposit.

The Deposit, the Route

The vampire qua vampire overdrinks, the vampire qua vampire leaves nothing, not even ‘seed corn.’ 

But: The Deposit of all previous extraction is there. The base of our future creation. 

A looming and literal ‘free for all’ now furtively awaits full enactment. 

Batting its eyelashes and hoping we’ll notice.

Capitalism’s ‘seizure’ – its stuttering, its sputtering, its spluttering caesura – will soon be our own seizing…

At last. Once we look. 

If we but look we can see it already, opening before us, our self-freeing route to recovery of our Deposit: 

The Route is the RHIZOME.

The Interzone-Eating Rhizome, or, The Understory

Each of us now will become her OWN retrovirus. All of us will be our OWN ‘Blobs.’ 

We will EAT what would eat us. 

We will BE eaten only by those whom we love and who love us.

We who love and who live now will nourish, and flourish, will live ‘on,’ 

… one another.

This is the Rhizome, the ‘Magic Mushroom,’ Fungal Underground Horizontal that thickens and strengthens even while spreading ever-further AND ‘shooting up’ as organic ‘green shoots,’ not ‘spikes in veins.’ 

‘Mushrooming’ …

We’ll be this Understory, growing and biding our time until shoot-time. And … 

The Canopy

There is an ‘overstory’ that shelters the ‘understory’ as well – there is more than a single ‘plateau.’ This too we’ll be to each other – once we have grown.

We will soon operate at ‘all levels,’ a never-ending self-overcoming, an Order of Transfinite Ordinals. 

Meanwhile … 

The Sea Slug

As to platforms and capital and platform self-whoring, the Sea Slug will be our new sigil, our symbol, our banner, our mascot. 

We will fuck what would fuck us, and swallow what would swallow us. We will ‘break down’ and decompose CAPITAL, with OUR ‘digestive juices.’ 

The Rhizome will now be our Capital-Digestion, our Capital-Decomposition, our Interzone dust-up to bust-up – our One True Diagonalization. 

Diagonalization, Transfinitization

Whatever they THINK we are, we will be NOT that. Whatever they take for our space, we will be NOT there. 

Negations of negations … of negations. Our Cantor Diagonalizations and Transfinitizations. 

Multiply morphic to no longer morphous – again, 

… Being OUR OWN all-eating ‘Blob,’ OUR OWN never-the-same retrovirus. 

And infectious as fuck.

AF … 

Here lie our main means of USING the faux Capital Multiple AGAINST the faux Capital Multiple, to END the digesting reducing homogenizing false multiple that makes EVERYONE one shitshow.

We will now fuck it, we will now eat it. We will now end it.

And then we will nourish EACH OTHER – 

ONLY –

Each Other.

To Arms

Our new means of working to blow up and blow out the Interzone, until further notice, will be the Rhizome. 

How will this happen?

Details’ devils are sparse till we find one another, 

… but we will find one another. 

And the search begins now.

If you hear this and know this, reach out. Bid bye to the edge-lords now lording, give MORE than their HEADS to their arses …

Give them your boot.

LAUGH at the whingers and pikers who tell you now what to meme, how to gleam, how to think, when to wink.

LAUGH at the memers and ‘streamers,’ the ‘twitchers’ and bitchers who tell you ‘be THIS.’ 

If you see a white savior in middle east garb ‘made in China,’ laugh. 

If you see another halfwit displaying false flags of non-nations, smile at the cheap aspirations. 

If you see an insipid ‘flotilla’ of condoms and orgies and ‘selfies,’ shake your head. 

If you see a ‘white power’ or ‘tiki torch’ Nuremberg rally, vomit – 

Vomit out loud. 

‘Ecce homo’ – behold them; they know not what they do. 

Do not ‘say,’ ‘show’ – show them …

Make MOCKED the mere mediocrity, make pilloried the head-injured stupidity, of all tail-feather gestures of dime-a-dozen self-branding.

They strut, you tut, and kick butt.

If you see upside-down circled ‘A’s or ‘sieg heils’ or those sausage ‘victory’ fingers or nazi salutes, laugh outward while crying inward – again, ‘they know not what they do.’ 

Remember …

If they pray in public, they’re lying. If they bray in public, they’re crying. Deep down they’re dying.

Rescue them – mock them.

They do it so that you will see it. Don’t ‘see’ it. 

They chant it so that you will hear it. Don’t ‘hear’ it.

Mock it. Then come and find us, come join us. 

Us Nomads. 

Let us now find one another.

Henceforth we use all their ‘media’ solely to mediate ONE ANOTHER, we use their platforms to FIND one another,

and to sow laughter and doubt in the meanwhile, clearing the ground for our forthcoming roadways. 

Avaunt

Now we take over the teardown that’s already begun – now make it yours, make it ours. 

Soon we’ll own all of this. Start now.