Atherton: We’re basically living in a cyberpunk dystopia

I don’t know how you’re all holding up, but this quarantine combined with the ineffective leadership of my federal government here in the United States has led me to seriously reconsider my level of engagement with humanity, the arts, and, to a lesser extent, politics.

Today’s essential read comes from Albuquerque-based defense technology journalist Kelsey D. Atherton:

As the COVID-19 pandemic sweeps through the world, it collides with governments in the West that have spent decades deliberately shedding power, capability, and responsibility, reducing themselves to little more than vestigial organs that coordinate public-private partnerships of civic responsibility. This hollowing of the state began in earnest in the 1980s, and the science fiction of that time—the earliest texts of cyberpunk—imagines what happens when that process is complete. Cyberpunk is a genre of vast corporate power and acute personal deprivation. The technologies at the center of it are all means of control, control bought by the wealthy or broken by criminals. Where recourse is available, in whatever small way, it’s through direct action.

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Atherton cites William Gibson, cartoonist Matt Lubchansky, historian Nils Gilman, and author and journalist Tim Maughan, among others to great effect here.

This is grim stuff, but it works to serve a concise point wrapped in a human, community-focused message:

Escaping a Gilded Age takes more than just clever protagonists who can outwit the cruelties and exploitations of the wealthy few. As insurmountable as the power of robber barons once seemed, cataclysm and political action brought the Gilded Age to a resounding end. The inoculations against another Gilded Age are found far less in the works of cyberpunk and far more in the Works Progress Administration. Escaping a Gilded Age takes an active, collective politics, one that refuses to let governments hide behind algorithms or abdication of responsibility to the market.

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This is clearly a time to rise up, CANCEL AMAZON PRIME, and engage in meat space with the systems of control.

This is a time for the radical, earnest partnership of humanity.

Write me in the comments if you want to know more about small collective actions you and your family and friends can engage in to shock the system, awaken allies, and free yourself.

His Charioteer

Wikipedia Poem, No. 969

secretive unions
any reason to open
new paths for the collared
movement of reason
open new paths
for collaboration
open new paths
for blacktop and feels great great
the collar he loves lifting lifting
and curtail
secretive
right to the course of America

pressure the tepid frog in the middle
a little dirt road for employers
a little dirt road for workers

reason
opens new
paths focused
on boycotts no
my throat hops
into the industry
which thrives thrives
on its accumulation of memory

Source: Bouie, Jamelle. “The Necessary Radicalism of Bernie Sanders.” New York Times, 11 Sept. 2019, https://www.nytimes.com/2019/09/11/opinion/sanders-labor-2020.html.

‘Sometimes they have lost their country and in their heart it feels as if they have lost something big.’

Wikipedia Poem, No. 949

"The police know, as they move through the park yet one more time, that they will win and a building will be built on the space. But right now, the building is not there. " Juliana Spahr

my g pen all you don’t mean assassins looking saving up neither you
saw it coming my chattering to you must be some kind of the short poem
young many-legged machine that you don’t shitting against something to
write this is bidirection only ambient words to you don’t eat tou bring
big when the bean so embarrassed to have to food and young man i
remember the chained line as the poem young my fingers giving man
i remember through his put you must have been so embarrassed to
have ever been knowable and pick a color of my poem any color of my
poem twelve been so embarrassed to have hands that poem young my
g pen

a rich personal art this will ring face righting against the light they
must the way it to foods and take a poem i like fanfare when the was
sometime worrying man i remember cashier’s skull i country sprint of
the poem has a poem twelve by twelve like a question end like zeppoli
in they must have been so embarrassed to have been so lost often the
imax curves no metaphor for you heart it my chattering will ring against
the police move slowly methodical power shitting my g pen to food and
they curved no methodical power cashier’s skull i country and take a
bird time worry

building food and get painting at this line i cough his poem you must
have been so embarrassed to have ever known line as their own litany
money are quotes the doesn’t mean assassins look back out or tired grip of
easy work she poems twelve by twelve given like ivory in there at
things the chattering face righting food and young my more the
cashier’s skull i could be over five every open all rich a mistake a
different words she police move slowly methodical power-shitting
where you must some kind of boat another throwing up to be the
polydirectional ambient nose a state of enth


In this time, the time of the oil wars, there are many reasons that singers give for being so lost. Often they are lost because of love. Sometimes they are lost because of drugs. Sometimes they have lost their country and in their heart it feels as if they have lost something big.

— Juliana Spahr

Where Are the Socially Conservative Women in This Fight?

Wikipedia Poem, No. 947

middle-aged washings
the care has been worried in labor
all spelling drunk men of consequence
not of lake nor lee and helping
where force pays in target numbers
and that’s a grant at those free of lyric
add on experience

now, who attacks the stop-tiered fields?
like lee like lake healthy family studies
he works for secret social societies
history of families that middle-class treadland
to a borderless country called exchanghai

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he drank on collage with girls
who could have been his daughter
opponent women
who had to pay leaders to say what shows
not family not senators from florid-a
under the employ of solids
the eye becomes a solid too

Andrea Dworkin

Wikipedia Poem, No. 924

power relations
all the course of redefining family
church power
relations all the course
of redefining family church power
course of course redefining family
church power relations
all the course of
redefining family church power relations
all the institutions
all the course
which inhabit and order our lives
the course of redefining family
church
power relations
all the course of redefining

Silk Wefts

Wikipedia Poem, No. 915

sunflower beer van gogh cy twombly illiad tapestry metropolitan musueum of art, 2019

the weight of a

poem on paper is

equal to its labor

CAConrad

silk wefts

comprehend the age of disparity for like glories
as well as the age of disparity for like hosts
as well as the heart of i must know to compromise with one’s compromise

in the age
of disparity for like glories
as well as the age disparity like
glory
as well
as the heart of the heart of compromise with a few small silk wefts with
a few silk wefts
with a ghost of one’s
compromise with one’s compatriots
bears an essential weight

one
must know the age of disparity for like glories
well as the heart of gloria
do well to
heart this age
of disparity for the glory
of compromise

in the age of glories
as well as the
heart of heaven
of the age of disparity
for like glories
the age of
essential weights and measures

one must know the heart of the age is disparity and separation
and compromise

in that long ago distant age of disparity and separation
comprehend the age disparity glory
as well as the heart of they must know the age is disparity and separation
comprehend age and
separate

comprehension in the heart of the ape
the ape of disparity for words of uncertain origin
as well as the heart of the heart of the age of
promise

in the heart of the age is

disparity for buzz words of uncertain origin
we weren’t paying attention to the age of disparity and separation
comprehend the age is disparity for words of uncertain origin
so it goes
the age is disparity and
separation
and ignorance their blue devices
as
well as the age is disparity for neon of uncertain origin
as well as their desires
as well as the age is disparity and separation
ignorance their desires
as well as their desires
as well as the age is disparity and
separation
ignorance

in their
compatriots’ capacity to separate
compatriots
bear an essential few silk wefts of one’s ignorance

in their
ignorance

in
the heart of
the age is disparity for familiar words of uncertain origin
as well as
the age of the heart of their
ignorance

in the heart of the age
is disparity of glories
as well as certain old stories they must know
the age is despair and glory
well done heart of the age in disparity and separation
ignorance

in the heart of the age

if yr / then yr / u won’t

Wikipedia Poem, No. 905

on monday
night agreed in principle
to scorch $1.3 trillion at the blasted
march, according to

verge at the blasted march

verge, according to two
congressional aides it is a figure
far lower
than vampiric

negotiators on monday night
exacted in principle providing
$1.3 trillion for
interloper verges

succor far lower
than vampiric
$5.7 trillion
to the blasted march

Dirty Pictures

Wikipedia Poem, No. 900

Doctor?
High for a brief time—then dipping, puffy coats.

“travel is reactionary / why is travel reactionary?
because you bring money & germs

— Carolee Schneeman

Capitol is a barren and spindly thing.
Its tart parts art themselves sunflower—
High for a brief time—then dipping, puffy coats.

This weekend in Palm Beach;
Prison guard for a weekend in Palm Beach.
Cotton, tobacco, lima beans.

Really Big Beach

the boy’s fingers tie
a dozen plastic
battleships
with copper wire
to unstretched canvas

anselm kiefer
mistakes
monet’s grainstack for
pure painting

tell the story
of colin powell
at the united nations
advocate of war
in 2003 his staff
covers guernica
with a curtain
atlantic blue

anselm kiefer
purchases
the mülheim-kärlich
nuclear reactor

i swipe my plastic
hammer i have
no respect for
other languages
or birds or the elderly
parked diagonally across
three quick edwardian lakes

i smile into a german car
i wish none harm
the past squeaks when
i am violent
the air forced from
my plastic head

i implore you
save yourself please
please i can’t
do it for you
i won’t

Things to Do with the Abnormal King

Wikipedia Poem, No. 865

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            Most influential work, contrast the positivist view: 
Argue that which sentences, heavy with truth-value, 
            abnormal abound:
            go aweigh,            go!

Neither truth nor performance, 
text in particular, sentences, call the performative 
peculiar;
            u up?

            Oh, abnormal king!  
Utter one of those  
astonishing valleys;
go slink a matinee in exile soiled sound 
            — such loose snakes —
            sluice fireworks over war:
            I, anti, sit and do, climax, nothing.