Feck 2019, as in – to refuse it. To deny the power it holds over us already.
New Year is a weird time for all of us mired in the Gregorian Calendar. It’s the ultimate Alpha-point; it is everything new and promised and time-starting-again. In its most hopeful aspect the New Year promises everything; a magical window of opportunity through which all things will become possible. This is the year that you finally get solvent, or take up yoga, or become the best version of yourself…
///feck you, 2019 – where were you for me last year, the year before that-?///
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To not be a ghost.
Most Western thought teaches us that we are spirits mired in base matter, ghosts in the machine, prisoners of Phillip K. Dick’s Black Iron Prison – or even worse still, that the creature we think ourselves to be is nothing but an ephemera; a trick of time and matter. Descartes with his brain in a jar, Plato in his cave, that old Gospel song of throwing off our old bodies to be robed anew…
This is not a polemic against religion. Or philosophy.
I would rather this was a praise-song for that crude materia; that dirt that we have so long despised.
Matter; clay; corpus; dirt; earth; crud; weight; unformed; lumpen; gravamen.
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- Potatoes have now finally shown their heads, joining the courgettes, Musquee de Provence squashes, Cherokee pole beans and french beans on the summer march.
- Crow is being pretty close these days, a regular visit every day on the sitting-tree 🙂
- The Next Shiny Thing (a novel) or CODENAME: NOT SO COSY is now wallowing towards the first quarter, which means that I have written almost the first third/half, and in that way of ‘telling yourself the story’ have about 20k words of actual story.
- The City of Kings & Vadoran Gardens Kickstarter is into its final 48 hours! It is deeply rewarding to see all of the new people who’ve joined in for round 2 of The City of Games!
The Ontology of Ghosts out-take:
We thought the Net would make us all free, able to express who we really were free from the bullshit and the boring crap that got in the way. But it turns out the Net was never for us at all. It was for the rich people. And for the companies. The ones with the killer abs and perfect makeup and wide-pan hiking shots from the Cascades, plates of food that cost as much as I made in a week. The happy people–or those who are able to fake Insta-happiness, anyway.
As for the rest of us? We were always just spectators, still looking for that One Weird Trick to make the universe like us…
-The Ontology of Ghosts, MM.
Mixtape, a cooperative storygame for 2+ players and for total musictrash nerds is now available! Download, have fun. It’s free.
Spotted: A very good discussion on the imaginaries of revolution by Amador Fernandez Savater, including some great take-homes about the anarch imaginary. Horizontal praxis as opposed to Hegelian-style telos thinking. Makes me want to scream “ecosystems thinking”.