The party is over
Joseba Azkarraga Etxagibel
2013ko maiatzaren 02a
Karlos Corbella
It seems that the four horsemen of the apocalypse have conquered the world in the global age of ditxos. According to the prophecy, one was a black horse: the famine. The other, the red horse: war. Third, yellow: the plague (perhaps the pollution in today’s language). Finally, the white horse: false Christianity.
The cries of the first three horses are heard from afar. White is perhaps the most enigmatic: the idea of false faith, the lying apostle. But we also have this among us: the impossibility and the lie of the free market that has ruled the world for a long time. It collapsed in 1929, and since it is not at all sophisticated to stir once on the same stone, this is the earthquake that has brought Westernized life back to full vibrancy. For many, the party is over.
And it doesn’t seem that the Wall Street yachts will be the only ones who will have to retire from the party as a result of urinating against the wind. This can splash the middle class well. We were used to seeing how the corrupt logic of global financial capitalism plunged the other geographies of the planet. We, meanwhile, Freixenet at Christmas, prawns all year round and, with low cost flights, weekends in London.
The lie is even deeper: The very foundations of Western civilization are corrupt (not a certain economic form, neoliberalism); a society based on constant economic growth has no future. We have spent years saying that this life will lead us to the abyss, that it cannot last, that it should not last. The time has come to connect discourse with praxis. It would be the best thing that can come out of this apocalyptic moment.
We live in a terrible paradox: the post-socialist world belongs to us and, at the same time, capitalism has never been so incapable of responding to the future of humanity. Capitalist intelligence is less than ever a valuable tool for the future.
We should learn the snail. Ivan Illich told us how he usually builds his shell. Add with tenderness the spirals of the shell. One after the other adds more and more spires. During the coup, interrupt the work. It starts to shrink, shrink. This time the animal is getting smaller. In fact, if you add just one more spin from one point on, it would grow sixteen times. And that would cause him to overload. It would only be necessary to live in order to cope with the inconveniences caused by the growth of the shell.
The West wants strawberry liquor to make the cream. They say it's good for concealing wrinkles on the surface.
The cries of the first three horses are heard from afar. White is perhaps the most enigmatic: the idea of false faith, the lying apostle. But we also have this among us: the impossibility and the lie of the free market that has ruled the world for a long time. It collapsed in 1929, and since it is not at all sophisticated to stir once on the same stone, this is the earthquake that has brought Westernized life back to full vibrancy. For many, the party is over.
And it doesn’t seem that the Wall Street yachts will be the only ones who will have to retire from the party as a result of urinating against the wind. This can splash the middle class well. We were used to seeing how the corrupt logic of global financial capitalism plunged the other geographies of the planet. We, meanwhile, Freixenet at Christmas, prawns all year round and, with low cost flights, weekends in London.
The lie is even deeper: The very foundations of Western civilization are corrupt (not a certain economic form, neoliberalism); a society based on constant economic growth has no future. We have spent years saying that this life will lead us to the abyss, that it cannot last, that it should not last. The time has come to connect discourse with praxis. It would be the best thing that can come out of this apocalyptic moment.
We live in a terrible paradox: the post-socialist world belongs to us and, at the same time, capitalism has never been so incapable of responding to the future of humanity. Capitalist intelligence is less than ever a valuable tool for the future.
We should learn the snail. Ivan Illich told us how he usually builds his shell. Add with tenderness the spirals of the shell. One after the other adds more and more spires. During the coup, interrupt the work. It starts to shrink, shrink. This time the animal is getting smaller. In fact, if you add just one more spin from one point on, it would grow sixteen times. And that would cause him to overload. It would only be necessary to live in order to cope with the inconveniences caused by the growth of the shell.
The West wants strawberry liquor to make the cream. They say it's good for concealing wrinkles on the surface.