Morning Comrades.
Truth be told, today and potentially the rest of the week are going to be a lot more casual than the last few months (well, now, in retrospect that I am editing this short book, it’s not) It’s somewhat contradictory as a writer to divert from the usual path and offer some subjectivity, and as much as I try to work on the premise that there is no audience - and this one is sizeable and wonderful - I also would like to offer as much transparency as possible, or as much as I think is relevant let alone interesting- make no mistake, my life is really not worth all that many words.
Yet, here we are. I’m usually tight with my working schedule and stick desperately to my allotted time’s for work, this and the Chef reality, and “normally” I would have pre-written the dispatches for Wednesday and Friday on Monday, allowing me to take care of all the reproductive work here at home ( and the restaurant ) to have a semi-chill week. Well, it is Tuesday night and frankly, there ain’t much to say and equally way too much to say. Oddly enough, these last few months have been devoid of any of the precarity and fuckery on a personal level, something that always leaves a taste of paranoia, and that precarity is usually the reason for these types of mental burn throughs as I call them but not so this week. I’m fatigued with the all-out violent insanity that is capitalism laid bare, for all of us to witness, especially of course, in Gaza & the West Bank but increasingly, throughout the rest of the world.
Yes, it’s “always” been this brutal and violent. Our ruling classes’ pomp is built on the genocide of the rest of the world and it is naive to pretend that the level of violence is new, on the contrary, but months after seeing an entire population being blown to pieces on every social media, all for the sake of money - and that’s what it is, the underlying core behind all these fascist ideologies supporting capitalism, from Zionism to Nazism and everything in between - did something to my brain. The fucked up thing, I have seen these images in real life some 20 plus years ago and for whatever reason, well, I have matured, it is worse now.
It feels disingenuous to sit here, write about revolutionary theory and then complain about fatigue, and in a way it is. As Ben Ehenreich so aptly said:
“writers who are silent now: stay silent.
may all your words turn to ash in your mouths”
So fatigue or no fatigue, we carry on. We have to, and sure, the premise of Marx, “each according to their ability for each according to their need” is a valid addition to the above. Ironically, this unusual path of personal transparency had me thinking on alienation, again. It is such a rich and important part of Marxist work over the past 150 years and the importance of the root cause analysis will only become more important as we carry on with the destruction of capitalism since those bastards won’t go down without a fight. And this fatigue is exactly. what those bastards want, fatigue and precarity lead to apathy just in the same way as a hungry dog becomes and obedient one and so on.
Fuck that.
So with that, a little deep dive in alienation as it the constructs of capitalism aim to not only extract every drop of sweat from our working bodies but alienate us all. not just from out labour, but from the world as it is, and thus, how we can make it.
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