'the fully darkenlightened earth radiates disaster triumphant' (sic.)

'... some are insane, 

and they're in charge

to hell with poverty...' 

- gang of four, 

once upon a time 

there was a philosopher behaving badly. he thought he was smart enough to attempt the alchemical operation of the transvaluation of all values and the ruse of reason.  he started a cult. the young flocked to him and many left to spread the good word. some did good work. some fell foul.  

he fell foul.  he promulgated a darkenlightenment (TM) of accelerating whatsits and doo-dads. he acquired proteges who were fanboys of tyranny and the tech-bros and the super-rich.

they gave themselves silly names. (horsemouth shouldn't moan about this but hey)

oh how deliciously wicked we are being. they snickered. 

noticing how shit it was getting for them (despite the record stock evaluations and the beeping smartphones) the people began to rise up against the globalised world order in populist nationalist movements demanding the adulation of business and the expulsion of immigrant labour. elections were held. assassinations attempted. inaugurations happened. 

and then the trade wars were begun, tariffs imposed and reversed, allies were threatened, enemies encouraged. coins were tossed and policies sourced from AI. 

of course things weren't going entirely to plan (least of all for the darkenlightened philosophers who'd imagined something smoother) but we are all  schmittians now and the state of exception is generalised.. 

through it all the tech-bros stood immovable. they knew they were rich enough to ride it out. a few billions more, a few billions less, what did it matter? they all had secret underground lairs and their own space programmes. 

8 clones of lana del ray went up into space on a penis shaped rocket. they kissed daisies, they linked hands and floated in zero-G, they sang harmonies. when they returned to earth they talked (polyphonically) of love. 

horsemouth's musings on this started with a post by ben where adorno's impreciations against the enlightenment are admixed with nick land's provocation of the dark enlightenment.

ben's point (if horsemouth has understood it correctly) was that things aren't turning out as  neatly as the avatars of the dark enlightenment envisaged (let us give them silly names also - because they are fundamentally silly). and yet things are turning out. horsemouth should go back and read land's tosh (and he should renew his acquaintance with adorno). 

it's a greyish morning

in a bit horsemouth will take the eggs to  the crossroads. he will take the waste bin down the drive. he will go for a walk on the commons. there are sheep on the common as well as ponies. he's put up a small trellis (is that the right word?) for the runner beans (if only to mark space). he's put loads of beetroot seeds into pots (looking like little golden crunchies) he's trying to drive defensively against the prospect of frosts.  

today 'gusty winds and rain'.