As a child I had thought ‘Well, at least no one can get past the English Channel, that’s for sure’. People like Colin Wilson even framed it as a source of our intellectual laziness, a parochial island race.
Now it seems obvious: it is BECAUSE we are an island that the island must be broken, and relatively easily considering the bridges of corruption that flourish in the global ideal: pure reversibility, pure inversion, that which MUST HAPPEN.
THE DISENCHANTMENT OF SPORT
Sport is the straight aim of the archer, but also the pointlessness of the circular track.
Sport is the lure of symbolic gold, but the jungle is winner takes all.
Sport is the darling of the sports fan, but the jungle is the closed harem.
Sport is the unambiguous win, but also the vagaries of the line judge and the offside.
Sport is the freedom of the level playing field, but that requires the handicap, the weighted saddle, banned skills and outlawed tech.
Sport is the competitive matching of like with like, weight with weight, sex with sex, but the jungle matches all with all, the He-Man and the seven-stone weakling, in a ruthless bloodbath.
Against Caillois then:
Sport has calmed down the selfish ambition of man in the spirit of play, a respect for the rules of the game, and competition for its own sake. That is, sport has given birth to civilisation, but what a civilisation!
THE DISENCHANTMENT OF SPORT
Sport is the straight aim of the archer, but also the pointlessness of the circular track.
Sport is the lure of symbolic gold, but the jungle is winner takes all.
Sport is the darling of the sports fan, but the jungle is the closed harem.
Sport is the unambiguous win, but also the vagaries of the line judge and the offside.
Sport is the freedom of the level playing field, but that requires the handicap, the weighted saddle, banned skills and outlawed tech.
Sport is the competitive matching of like with like, weight with weight, sex with sex, but the jungle matches all with all, the He-Man and the seven-stone weakling, in a ruthless bloodbath.
Against Caillois then:
Sport has calmed down the selfish ambition of man in the spirit of play, a respect for the rules of the game, and competition for its own sake. That is, sport has given birth to civilisation, but what a civilisation!
The state will tax your interior exuberance in the form of alcohol (which works every time), and spend it on this, an exterior exuberance (which does not work every time).
Alas, direct intoxication must always be filtered, just as direct winning must always be obscured.
The West was not brought down by strange masochism or suicidal empathy. Masochism does not exist (because human nervous system), neither does suicidal empathy (likewise because human nervous system and will-to-power).
What took down the West was a psyop attack, saying you must submit, and cowardice in the face of that attack.
The West was not brought down by strange masochism or suicidal empathy. Masochism does not exist (because human nervous system), neither does suicidal empathy (likewise because human nervous system and will-to-power).
What took down the West was a psyop attack, saying you must submit, and cowardice in the face of that attack.
THE FALL OF MAGICAL REVERSIBILITY AND THE WORLD CUP
It seems that nobody is particularly interested in The World Cup. Just as with Formula One, the unthinkable has happened: a universal wall of universal indifference (suddenly, then forever). This is due to various interconnected factors:
1. Vicarious identification of the spectator with the player has to be based on some kind of identification-as-such (it’s the red team versus the blue team, and you personally win nothing, but the red team must at least look like you).
2. Football is magical reversibility, the magical instantaneous rise and fall of men that somehow magically implies your own instantaneous rise (however long and boring the game). This magic is progressively depleted today due to the New Feudalism, where winning and losing is forever tangibly locked in place.
3. Magical reversibility/the spectacle has always been traditionally free as the air, ‘bread and circuses’, but now you have to stake your own tangible winnings in meat-space for the price of admission, for a spectacle which can only pay you back through a now transparently simulated winning.
All the above further the distance of the spectator from the once all-encompassing spectacle, grinding down the wheels of magical reversibility to the point where they creak and groan like the very grind of the laborious journey from losing to winning that they were meant to magically replace, whatever the deftness, skill and lightness of the players on the pitch.
THE FALL OF MAGICAL REVERSIBILITY AND THE WORLD CUP
It seems that nobody is particularly interested in The World Cup. Just as with Formula One, the unthinkable has happened: a universal wall of universal indifference (suddenly, then forever). This is due to various interconnected factors:
1. Vicarious identification of the spectator with the player has to be based on some kind of identification-as-such (it’s the red team versus the blue team, and you personally win nothing, but the red team must at least look like you).
2. Football is magical reversibility, the magical instantaneous rise and fall of men that somehow magically implies your own instantaneous rise (however long and boring the game). This magic is progressively depleted today due to the New Feudalism, where winning and losing is forever tangibly locked in place.
3. Magical reversibility/the spectacle has always been traditionally free as the air, ‘bread and circuses’, but now you have to stake your own tangible winnings in meat-space for the price of admission, for a spectacle which can only pay you back through a now transparently simulated winning.
All the above further the distance of the spectator from the once all-encompassing spectacle, grinding down the wheels of magical reversibility to the point where they creak and groan like the very grind of the laborious journey from losing to winning that they were meant to magically replace, whatever the deftness, skill and lightness of the players on the pitch.
The word on the street is that nobody is particularly interested in The World Cup.
Just as with Formula One, the unthinkable has happened: a universal wall of universal indifference (suddenly, then forever).1/5
All the above further the distance of the spectator from the once all-encompassing spectacle, grinding down the wheels of magical reversibility to the point that they creak and groan like the very grind of the laborious journey from losing to winning that they were meant to magically replace, whatever the deftness, skill and lightness of the players on the pitch.5/5
The word on the street is that nobody is particularly interested in The World Cup.
Just as with Formula One, the unthinkable has happened: a universal wall of universal indifference (suddenly, then forever).1/5
3. Magical reversibility/the spectacle has always been traditionally free as the air, ‘bread and circuses’, but now you have to stake your own tangible winnings in meat space for the price of admission, which will only pay you back through a now transparently simulated winning.4/5