The Gutenberg Galaxy

Mine eyes doth itch: Doth that bode weeping, dear Emilia? …
O! these men. These men!

The Dreamer by Kofi Allan & Jason Bennett from Drum Magazine (UK).

The Illustrated London News.
After the Age of Utopias came what we may call the American Age, lasting as long as the Boom. Men like Ford or Mond seemed to many to have solved the social riddle and made capitalism the common good. But it was not native to us; it went with a buoyant, not to say blatant optimism, which is not our negligent or negative optimism. Much more than Victorian righteousness, or even Victorian self-righteousness, that optimism has driven people into pessimism. For the Slump brought even more disillusionment than the War. A new bitterness, and a new bewilderment, ran through all social life, and was reflected in all literature and art. It was contemptuous, not only of the old Capitalism, but of the old Socialism. Brave New World is more of a revolt against Utopia than against Victoria.
– A review. The Illustrated London News, May 1935. By G.K. Chesterton.

Patriarchy. Capitalism. De-Capitalism & Le Guillotine.

The Western world dominates the world. The whole world. The world and over. We are all enchained to the monstrous guillotine of capitalism, de-capitalism. There is in our time an onslaught of anxieties due to the myriads forms of identity crises. Myriad and mounting. And like Babel escalating. And if that is not bad enough, we also happen to be at the terminal of the path of our eternal quest for identity. Away, far away from the Mother, contemptuous of her and restless for knowledge of her power so to undo her, contemptuous and ahistorical, we refuse her tomb-like womb, and our back to her, away, always away, far away from her, we now stand under there where extremities meet, and there, the Archaic and Dark Mother, four times ninety-degrees, her tomb-like womb.

The demise of patriarchy, and there is an impending loss of all things familiar. We saw it coming, even before McLuhan. We saw it as soon as Gutenberg, and who knows, perhaps even Galileo. The demise of Patriarchy: And of course we recourse to misogyny. Dispossessing the indigenous ones.

You mustn’t be embarrassed. I’ve lost everything. It costs me very little to beg you.

Baroness Von Blixen. Out of Africa.

Now take back the soul of Denys George Finch Hatton… whom You have shared with us. He brought us joy… and we loved him well. He was not ours. He was not mine.

Baroness Von Blixen. Out of Africa.

The inheritance. The return of the Prodigal sons. The ego and the eternal quest for identity.

Patriarchy is dead. There is no God, and there is no country.
And the emperor?
Stripped naked. Stark. … And here comes the pattern, the compulsion repetitive: Nietzsche’s madman.
What madman? What pattern? ….

Diane Jonte Pace. Speaking the Unspeakable. An inevitable experience of the loss of the archaic mother …. establishes a pattern in which any loss or fear of loss has the potential to trigger anxiety about … the maternal body. … an inevitability to misogyny, a kind of repetition compulsion. Only a deep understanding of our propensity to retreat to misogyny in time of crisis can help us transcend this pattern.

Brave New World. Here Comes the Brave New World.

The times. A sign of the times. The end times. The indigenous age. The indigenous world. Is this not the same which Zola, Emile Zola branded Brave New World? Germinal. Germinal … a vision of a Brave New World in which justice would reign and men would be brothers? The meltdown, and Capitalism, like Mistah Kurtz, Capitalism dead. He dead. So is God. Him along with stuff of patriarchy, each one unsustainable, the repetition compulsion, the inevitability to misogyny, nature and peoples indigenous.

A Brave New World?

The Archaic and Dark Mother: Everywhere. She is everywhere. Selfsame, she is uncanny and wild. The Archaic and Dark Mother, her ways uncivilized and savage, she is beauteous and swift. The Archaic and Dark Mother, the selfsame to the rescue. The rescue. The rescue. To the rescue. The coming of the indigenous age. Matriarchy, archaic and dark, and once lost to us, she is returned in a guise or rather we are returned to her. The Archaic and Dark Mother, as Technology, she is returned. Her tomb-like womb, a widening gyre, dark and seductive, and coercing mourning, a worldwide mourning, all and each to be siphoned into a world oceanic, tombs and wombs, where no boundaries, no identities, no boundaries and no egos. There, there is no God, no country, no borders, no boundaries and we are told it is the indigenous age, and it is the indigenous at heart who reign supreme.

You mustn’t be embarrassed. I’ve lost everything. It costs me very little to beg you.

Baroness Von Blixen. Out of Africa.

Now take back the soul of Denys George Finch Hatton… whom You have shared with us. He brought us joy… and we loved him well. He was not ours. He was not mine.

Baroness Von Blixen. Out of Africa.

Mourning&Matriarchy. Technology. A Brave New World.

The coming of the indigenous age. The Global Village. The savage oceanic inundation of the Mother, dark, archaic and uncanny, in her presence everything interconnected, the life-force, energies and currencies, merchants enchanting the high seas, the oceanic feeling, …. Who ever thought about it; Technology. Technology, inter-netting, merging net-worlds, creating societies which transcend borders, countrymen and women losing their identities online, and whole countries bordering on losing their sovereignty, twitter revolutions and then Humpty-Dumpty, London Bridge falling down, ….

… Technology. She is the Archaic and Dark Mother in disguise. In disguise. Technology, legerdemain, beauteous and swift, she takes pride of place where Global Hegemony sought to attain, … Technology, and the experience for us is like with Jonah and the whale, octopus-like, online net-worlds, worlds and identities, meeting and merging, threaten to swallow us up and send us a-wallowing. A-wallowing, for this here is the Gutenberg Galaxy.

Mine eyes doth itch: Doth that bode weeping, dear Emilia? ….
O! these men. These men!

A Brave New World? Rally the chief mourners. A chance. A chance. A chance for humanity. For all humanity is one. And the only way is through. A Brave New World. Technology: The Archaic Mother as guise.
Good Mourning! Mourning becomes eclectic. Mourning, and then matriarchy. The ritual of mourning and the promise of renaissance.

To a Brave New World!
To a Brave New World!