The Opportunity of Nihilism 

The nihilist-to-post-nihilist move is an evolutionary and cognitive mutation of a species that has been too drunk by its own desire-infused semiotic feedback loops for far too long. We have been intoxicated by all the stories and the successes they allowed since the beginning. Now excess and abuse of those same stories and practices can finally help us hit rock-bottom and confront the consequences of our addiction to ourselves. We can now change. We can mutate and become immune to our ideological successes in order to confront our practical failures.

Those of us no longer hung over from God’s colossal wake are content only in forging new worlds while others seek new intoxications that might allow them to cling to their principles, axioms and nostalgia. Our species does not need more ‘isms’, even if its coated in the soothing logic of norms and predicates. What we need is a perpetual disillusionment that fosters brave new pragmatisms and animal becomings. What we need is post-nihilist praxis.

Source: The Opportunity of Nihilism | synthetic zerø

In the opening sections of Das Capital Karl Marx would utter the strange and terrifying truth about capitalism: “Capital is dead labor, which, vampire-like, lives only by sucking living labor, and lives the more, the more labor it sucks.” We are mere cattle upon which the machinic assemblages of Capital cannibalized and expulsed as excess and extraneous waste. The notion of sleep has been used by poets and Gnostics alike throughout time as the leitmotif of ignorance, bliss, and innocence. Asleep in one’s ignorance goes the saying. To be asleep is to be so immersed in the normalization process of the worlds ubiquitous systems that one no longer has that critical acumen to be able to step away, step back, step out of one’s environment and see it for what it is: an artificial construct within which one is imprisoned. All the Zombie films from Romero’s classic to the latest edition have one theme: the mindless hunger and desire of the consumer for its next meal ticket, the endless feeding frenzy of a mindless horde in search of filling the emptiness of its depleted flesh, its desiring machininc life. Like sleeping zombies we move to the puppet strings of invisible codes and algorithms that supplement, decide, and program our lives within a 24/7 dreamworld constructed to fulfill our deepest desires.

Without even the slightest thought we are being slowly but surely integrated into a machinc civilization that will in turn feed on us until it has no need for us at all.

Source: southern nights | An artist is a creature driven by demons —William Faulkner