"There are, strictly speaking, no blank pages on which the text of history can be written, only those already overwritten with a network of still illegible signifiers, marked by the hands of previous generations."
A bleak, philosophical take on climate change, politics, and the state of the world. It could be summed up with the True Detective line: Time is a Flat Circle.
Ben Ware prepares for our bleak future. He examines Late Capitalism's impact on politics. Climate Change is bringing extinction but also demonstrating that we have all seen this before. The future is in the past, and it is also the secret to prepare for the future.
Favorite Passages;
This catastrophic convergence, far from placing the possibility of a global humanity on the immediate horizon, has instead intensified a series of sad passions and alienating symp- toms: surplus rage, hyper-anxiety, cynical resignation, the addiction to numbing forms of enjoyment, identitarian narcissism, collective paranoia, melancholic withdrawal, historical forgetting, the desperate attempt to preserve the ‘human’ as it already exists under capitalism. What we are talking about here then is a new kind of traumatized psy- chic reality, a new wounded subjectivity, one that won’t be overcome by a dialectics of mortal fear (being scared ‘so much that we start fighting for our lives’64), but which will instead require a political shift away from the time of end- less suffering
This beginning again, which the death drive announces, has always already begun. There are, strictly speaking, no blank pages on which the text of history can be written, only those already overwritten with a network of still illegible signifiers, marked by the hands of previous generations. A revolutionary politics of the death drive will thus take as its goal the liberation of these texts into history, their coming to legibility: an actualization of a past that has not yet fully existed, a past that still remains ahead of us in time. In this respect, the death drive reconfigures political temporality as such. No longer a straight line heading towards some pre-determined ‘future’, but now, rather, a series of repetitions, or better still revolutions, with each one interrupting the oppressive course of history and producing the new. Such is the foundation of a true politics of immortality today: a beginning again from scratch with one’s face turned resolutely towards the unfinished past.