Restless Words of Sublimation

One of the greatest most powerful things society can do is imprint us with their ideologies so thoroughly that there is nothing left but their endless words, words, words. All these hollow words, CONcepts, beLIEfs, SELves, all the arbitrary categories, the menus of who on can pretend to be when there is only slavery. Surely there is comfortable slavery and very uncomfortable slavery, some are not good slaves and they will be abused with impunity, but that is because they are resisting. Power loves that! They need things to murder in the name of…sublimation? They create stories for us to follow so the death squads are free to make death normal, just. We are a wash in words, their words that imprint and damage all ability to connect without words, without the hollow, that is not healthy sublimation. That is never allowed genuinely, only in the subscribed ways, the moral ways, the passive ways, the official sublimations. Everyday life in the concentration camp breaks down into words, feelings of words. We are lost to stories where we are told what is by those who use us, are slave masters, but we can’t see them, the Power imposed upon us, the Great Lie surrounding us. We are blind, damaged, toxified, despairing, alienated. We sublimate as we are taught, we lie the lies feed us each day as we survive, the sickness grows. The despair grows and dead die of their own hand, their will to LIVE decimated, the sublimations fail and the pain seeps through because the the separateness take life from us and replace it with survival. The sickness grows but the dormant fire still burns with in us. We can’t feel it but we can see it, always with us not matter how they try to brutalize us to forgetting. Even in our blindness we scream for what is not present in words, stories, and lies, connection.

One thought on “Restless Words of Sublimation

  1. Reblogged this on Spontaneous Resistance and commented:
    And this post from two years resonates with the ongoings of these days, and we the enslaved, the blind, the believers, still murdered in the name of sublimation, domination, dying… rising and for a moment, however futile, resisting….

    “ They create stories for us to follow so the death squads are free to make death normal, just. We are a wash in words, their words that imprint and damage all ability to connect without words, without the hollow, that is not healthy sublimation. That is never allowed genuinely, only in the subscribed ways, the moral ways, the passive ways, the official sublimations. Everyday life in the concentration camp breaks down into words, feelings of words.”

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