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Boredom contra Rage, Fifteenth Aphorism

War is the creation of boredom. Conflict is when interest is at stake.


Boredom contra Rage, Fourteenth Aphorism

Conflict is not a recreation for the bored. Boredom is a full-time job with benefits that include “gold-plated unhappiness,” “radical apathy,” and a genuine “will-to-nothingness” (not even “being-toward-death,” not even Nihilism is possible for the bureaucrats in Boredom).

Boredom contra Rage, First Aphorism

Her rage is connected to pain, more so than his. Her pain can be transformed into insanity easily, instantly, and totally–the way one easily, instantly, and totally dies. However, the cosmetic white light of Hollywood keeps her bored enough to only desire anger as an ornament: the egg of Bluebeard, the Secret Beyond the Door.

Less well than she, he bears pain. Yet one thing he cannot abide: (imagined) insult to (imaginary) honor. This is the heart of the challenge, the pulse of conflict, the seductiveness of the duel. It is possible for him to (really) insult his own (real) honor in his own eyes, in the eyes of his dear ones–and brood. If it were possible to change for the better, he still might not. However, “honor” has become a matter of mere accumulation (money, women, muscle, etc.). Yesterday’s hero strove for something “necessary,” that is, something with limits. Today’s hero strives for excess beyond limits, for what is “unnecessary” (e.g. professional sports).

doomsday = world cup (excerpted from an e-mail)

much thanks to CH for sending me this message. it really opened up my eyes on how football – NOT 2012 – will usher in the end of days.

It has, likely, already occurred to you, hasn’t it, the one in a gazillion possibility that the end of WC 2010 will set off the end of the World.

It all starts, doesn’t it, when, against astronomical odds, the victor of Group B faces off against that of Group G; that’s right, and of course: Korea vs. Korea. The North furiously races to erect a televisual simulacrum of patriotic victory for the home side, appropriating South side national jerseys from half the sons of the ruling elite, and dentonating a 1 kg warhead to provide enough juice for the nation’s one thousand or so TVs. But when this brave attempt to save face fails — bootlegged copies of the tragic loss seep in through the Chinese border, not to mention the din roaring over the 54th parallel — the smoldering fires of Northern discontent erupt into the bonfires of insurrection.

The glorious son of the glorious leader, Kim Il-Jong, “The Great Teacher of Journalists”, desperate to hang on to his internet access, unlimited supply of Japanese satellite porn and sembei, and not going down without a fight, decides to launch a pre-emptive strike on Seoul.

The Americans respond in kind leveling Pyongyang, while the Chinese … but, of course, all this (and more: the alternate scenario in which against even more astronomical odds the North pulls victory out of the hat and when at Pyongyang GHQ a drunken commissar goes to push the button launching the mother of all fireworks displays, instead trips and hits the other button, the one right beside it marked ‘Seoul’…) yes, all this has likely already occurred to you.

funny as it is, i am also a little disappointed. i always thought i would be the one to destroy the world. oh well, “let’s just say / you are not the destroyer.”

and, oh yeah, CH also pointed to this guardian article by terry eagleton on crack, cocaine, radical politics, and the world cup.

to hell with the olympics! some unrelated thoughts

a door to door fundraiser came by the other day. he went on for about five minutes about the Special Olympics. i cut him short by saying, “i don’t give a care for the Regular Olympics, so what makes you think i’ll donate to you. good-bye.”

call me unpatriotic if it makes you feel better. such nonsense is as absurd as the irishmen who called joyce “unpatriotic.” to me, the olympics represents a good portion of what plagues our political and social life today.

the nature of competition has roots deep in our instincts; its ultimate expression is in the form of warfare (the competition of war being resolved by out-injuring your opponent). a watered down from of competition is sport. for “post-military” society, sport has in some sense replaced war by reducing competition to a game with only imaginary stakes. that sports is taken seriously is not what i am contesting; soccer riot-eers prove that they are taken seriously. of course, there are considerable libidinal inventments in sports (endorsements, gambling, etc.) but without consequence. video games are another form of the “sublimation of war.”

it is interesting to note that the same sport played by women is not intensely watched by men. paradoxical? by no means. when men watch sports, they want to see stronger, younger men compete with one another for the false glory of victory in a game without stakes. that women’s sports are neglected will remain a mystery forevermore.

far from banning performance enhancing drugs, they should be encouraged. gödel’s incompleteness theorem proves such a “listing” of banned substances can never be complete (this is not “fashionable nonsense”). drugs should be mandatory, especially for athletes. how else will the Superman rise?

the escapist aspect of the olympics is something i cannot stand. while their eyes are turned toward the inconsequentiality of staged national conflict, actual conflict rages on (which is no less of a spectacle).

the athletes themselves represent how useless our bodies have become; our bodies serve no other purpose than to entertain, no other finality that that of moribund collapse. the countless generations whose bodies were punished with work and labour, whose bodies served the purpose of creation, whose bodies were imperfect – their bodies are vanished. currently, the grotesqueness of the body is being perfected (bodybuilding, obesity, etc.), we create machines to re-create ourselves, and our reward is a body with no purpose.

so, a twenty-one year old olympian is dead. icarus, your shadow has fallen! HOORAY! his death and life will become a hagiography. his young remains will retrospectively be invested with all the meaningless glory of a martyr. a martyr for the cause of conflict without finality.