Has America finally found its vocal chords? In this global cacophony of revolution, rebellion and insurrection, have the American people finally begun to rise up and have their own voices heard? Are they ready to dismantle the scaffolding and assorted paraphernalia of institutionalized hierarchy? Are they articulating a new era of anarchy, a modern, post-critical anarchy?
I have heard voices from the Wall Street Occupation, and I clearly hear the rejection of hierarchy on their lips and in the behavior of those speaking on their behalf. I am not sure if their stated dedication to the “process” of consensus is a viable route to everlasting love and collaboration, but at least they are giving voice to a burgeoning anarchic sentiment.
I dedicate the following article to the current efforts of OWS and all peoples who can see beyond the fabric of this sham we are living. It was the introductory essay to Apocalypse Of The Barbarians, which I first penned in October 2010 (now with minor revisions). But first, I give you the voice and soul of Grigori Leps, Russian Chanson artist, singing Vladimir Vysotsky’s “Cupola.” (with English translation of the lyrics following). One of the greatest pieces of music (and performances) that I have found; it’s message is self evident. Let it be the voice of the people!!!!!
CUPOLA – Vladimir Vysotsky
The air is stale with thunder what will happen now > my throat contracting and my zest for life is spinning > downwards – as I look for omens, can I trust the vows > those prophetic birds of fairytales are singing
I hear Sirin, bird of gladness, and her song of lure > has trills that drills my faith out of its ease > Alkonost, a bird whose brooding sorrow and pain > has a message that’s splitting my peace
Grief and joy have now begun > reverberating what’s in store > little bird of hope named Gamajun, > it’s me she’s singing for
All over the universe there are bells that chime > a belfry sky lined copper sign, > is it sadness, is it madness, is it joy; > cupolas of the Russians are decked with gold > that our Maker should watch us more often
In the middle of the fairytale of this eternal land > an enigma beyond the means of man> land of mine where people live in poverty and sham > under big blue skies with ample gifts from nature’s hand
My precious horses sink down belly-deep > stuck in the mud of fat and yellow falseness> and yet they carry on so I can see > the oozing, stinking realm arise from slumber
The lunar sickle baptized me > but it makes a tricky mate > Gamajun, can I trust you hopefully > to give me comfort, boost my faith
I shall keep on polishing my weary soul > until it’s reeking, until it bleeds > until it’s shining out of fury, out of joy > and I shall mend my ragged clothes with gold > that my Maker shall watch me more often.
In solidarity, sandy krolick, kulturCritic
A Specter Is Haunting America
“A specter is haunting Europe,” Karl Marx once wrote. He wrote these words on the eve of revolutionary outbreaks that began in Italy and France in 1848 and soon engulfed much of the Continent.
Unbeknownst to most Americans, Europe is again engulfed in revolt, which threatens to spread. The financial crisis that started in the USA and swept the globe, along with the sovereign debt crisis that was inflicted upon the European Union as a result, has ignited the passions of strangled and enslaved masses everywhere. People have recognized their enslavement and have put a finger on their slave-masters. The largely capitalist regimes are no less affected than are the socialist, communist, or theocratic ones, for they all have the same owner.
On the heels of 2009 civil unrest that had swept through Latvia, Lithuania, Ukraine, Bulgaria, Montenegro, Poland, Germany, Hungary, Greece, Portugal, Russia and the Czech Republic in response to diverse austerity measures implemented by the ruling elites, a full-force revolt has broken out in France. Much like the political protests following the Iranian elections in 2009, months of protests and street demonstrations across France have taken a more violent turn, and signs of an armed insurrection continue to mount. Across the Atlantic, even the Canadians have taken their eyes off the puck long enough to become enraged, staging protests at the G-20 meeting in Toronto that would make a Frenchman proud, protests that have prompted one of the tamest looking of political beasts to bare its tyrannical fangs.
The American middle class preoccupied, until recently, with gazing at the shadows cast upon the walls of its cave (or is that prison), wanted to believe what they – what we – were told by our owners and handlers: that all will be right with the world, provided we keep our heads down and work hard. Political hucksters like Obama reassuringly told us that “Yes We Can” survive this crisis and go on begging for a piece of the American Dream. The man behind the curtain was imploring us to go on ignoring what was plainly before our eyes. He told us that our world is intact and will continue to prosper. And we dutifully listened, and willfully refused to see. Until now!! The disillusioned among us could no longer ignore the mountain of evidence to the contrary. The people are fed up with the hierarchy and the institutional lies. The show is coming to an end, and it promises to be an inglorious one. The wave of extinctions, peak oil, peak water, economic and financial crises worldwide, and political unrest abroad that has now spread to the homeland—are these not signs of immanent collapse?
But we, along with our European brothers and sisters, do not understand the magnitude of this seismic event. It is neither a fiscal nor an economic problem. It is not a matter of having the wrong political leadership, nor is it the result of confused or misguided personal priorities. It is a crack in the dome of the theatre of the Spectacle that began with the advent of human history, of civilization itself. It is a sign of the endgame of an evolutionary dead end that has pathologically sought artifices of manipulation and control at all costs.
As Thomas Hobbes proleptically though unwittingly stated centuries ago, this will be a “Warre of all against all.” But this will not be the war that he mistakenly assumed would have occurred among our pre-civilized ancestors had it not been for our constituting the social contract. Rather, it is a war resulting from that very contract, grounded in cold and calculative thinking, and from the momentum it imparted to civilization for these last six thousand years of recorded history.
The specter Marx was referring to was Communism: his contention was that it would and should be the final stage in the dialectical movement of history to a civil but classless society. He was mistaken: the communist experiment failed. The real ghostly apparition, the unpleasantness that is haunting us now is a natural reflection of the fundamental lethality of industrial civilization itself and the systems of hierarchy and domination it has spawned, all based upon the power of the syllogism. This is the logic of objective science, the principle of our legal systems, the rationality behind our social contracts, the anonymity of our civil politics, and the narrative framework of history itself. It is this logic that binds us to hierarchies that have worked to empty the world of all its resources and life, of all its significance, replacing them with impersonal systems that vainly attempt to control and manage all affairs, human or natural.
It is the inevitable culmination of six thousand years of unnatural, human history that began with the first urban empires emerging in and around Mesopotamia’s once fertile Fertile Crescent. People can still sense this basic lethality, though many have themselves become empty parts of emptying hierarchical institutions—an emptiness expressed most baldly in the following formulation: If A is a B, and B is a C, then A must be a C. Whether to control nature or our fellow humans, in this view we are all interchangeable cogs, commodities within the single logic of control – a composite of test scores, job functions, marketable fashions and other objective criteria. Herein lies the reason for our emptiness, our sense of alienation from one another, from nature, and from our own natures. Compensating for this emptiness, we have sought to acquire other commodities to make us feel whole again—televisions, cars, laptops and other gadgets. But flashy cars and big screen televisions are not a replacement for happiness, and they will not save us.
America is the most rationally conceived of all modern, civilized societies. We have more science and technology, more laws and lawyers, more prisons and prisoners, more military bases—in short, more and larger systems of domination than any other country on the planet. We also have more money managers and swindlers, more rat race, more mental illness and more lone gunmen acting out against whatever they perceive as an injustice in their world. And yet we keep marching straight ahead to the precipice. We are a nation of rule-followers, not a community of free persons—and we are committed to the syllogism as no other. There is no dignity in our enslavement; we have become the emptiest of souls.
What is haunting the globe today is the specter of primitive anarchy, a feral tendency buried deep within the marrow and musculature of the human species. It is a powerful instinct, an irrepressible will to survive the artfully constructed but cold hierarchical systems of domination that have been enslaving the planet for six millennia, and which are now failing. It is anarchic in the truest sense of the word: it seeks to be leaderless not merely in a political sense, but to be free from the tyrannical hegemony imposed by the civilizing logic of syllogistic reasoning itself. It seeks to make each person, each interaction, each moment unique, unclassifiable, open to will and chance. It seeks freedom in the polysemy of the senses, of the physical body—not the body politic. This specter is not imaginary: it is real, and it is upon us. It is now everywhere and has a will of its own. It can no longer be brought under control, through force or through reason, and there will be no escaping it. It is not interested in you; it is coming after who you are.