The straight
line vistas of all politicians comes across clearly enough in the US elections.
Everything – bar nothing – is “order and method” (Les Carabiniers).
Everything is numerical, nothing is humanist. Bloomberg’s quote
Is worth picking out for what it says about the guy who took the
seediness out of Times Square and the kitchen smells out of NYC. What is that
but the living material that has the capacity for direct experience of the city
without intermediation by spokespersons for order and method?
There are two things going on. One is the competitive milieu of a
numerical order that uses numerical language. The milieu of physical boredom
where the numerical and sexual become one (through the dragon of data).
The other is the living material that has a harmonic of life such as,
say, Harlem
If you look at the photos there is a lot of work going on; what you could
call neighbourhood businesses in-tune with neighbourhood affairs (see also Ghost
World). That clearly involves collaborations and collective behaviour, but
it is not competitive; more to do with a direct appreciation of the commune,
the vibe, what’s happening.
There are other factors within such communes. Products are often
artisanal and there are wrought iron staircases with the patina of age on
weathered red stone. The people skip gaily down the street and tend to experience
life without that directly competing with eachother.
In other words, the milieu for competition is not a traditional
community with a harmonic vibe; it’s the illusory world of straight lines
created by the likes of Bloomberg. Competition to “them” is just a word bandied
about- by acolytes of order and method! The straight lines of electromagnetism;
the masculine method.
This is an illusory situation without the gay air provided by a
feminine harmonic. The female is womb and blood, the giver and taker of life.
Ishtar, the goddess of war and fertility. For with fertility comes the blood-cycle
of predator-prey. This is seen in the type of decadence that is power in
nature; the growth through decay of strength and colour (Pictorial 66)
A traditional community weathers storms and is stronger for them. This
was the case I previously made for Detroit, which was not subject to the
federal processes of the civil rights era. Its poverty became a visible blight,
if a picturesque one (Drama3)
However, the underlying communal fabric flourished and investment
flowed. Detroit is a classic example of letting the female harmonic of blood –
fertility and decay – run wild and not be pushed around by a masculine ethic of
order.
The body is a harmonic instrument; the throat is coated with mucus that
enables the voicebox to sing. None of
that worries acolytes (politicians) because they are only worried about the
competitive order of the head gazing at screens – data, or “the mirror of
nothingness.” This convinces the ego, and we move steadily towards a world
built of straight lines, an illusion of the masculine ego.
That could explain why Clint Hillary or Merk el Angela are like all the
others. They all inhabit a masculine ego of straight line data seen through
screens. It’s all so convincing and fits a competitive ethos, but is totally
lacking in blood and spirit of revival, Artemis, the moon, lithe limbs under
the stars above, sweat and flesh.
As previously mentioned, field work accentuates the strength of the
female body; milk maids loll with skirts a-billowing. Jena-Luc Godard’s La
Chinoise is partly about the revolutionary aspect of direct experience.
Veronique is considering throwing bombs, but to appreciate the universe
directly is also to let in dirt and the wholesome smells of flesh and blood,
animal and human, food and sex.
The hygiene-merchants are living in a world of weakness where the
physical sense of living with looseness, style and psychic content is crushed
and direct experience left to the goats and donkeys of the Earth. Whether “right” wing Trump, “leftist” or
“moderate” Bloomberg, their paltry speeches are the other side of the world
from dreams of western glory that are rightly ours.