It's Friday in Oran...an interlude with Sisyphus

It's Friday in Oran...an interlude with Sisyphus.. The crisis of globalisation begins as the economic slow down takes effect. An unforeseen event shows exactly the effects of the black swan landing in the backyard of Europe. As climate change bites and Heathrow expansion is turned down we see a coming collision between conventional economic growrh and the need to limit emissions. As we flirt with descriptions of pandemic our: 'mature' democracy staggers towards panic . The streets are quieter and brooding with a sense of anxiety. As we look around we experience the continuation of culture wars as the western mind undergoes rapid an ever becoming revolution of identity.

Perhaps the greatest irony yet will be that the authoritarian state capitalists of China will be far more effective in resisting the corona virus. Would it not be odd if the myth of self and individualism was the Trojan horse that slew capitalism. Within 20 years of the claim of the victory of liberal capitalism we near an end to it's domination. It was not peak oil that was it's assasin it was corona.
The structures of globalisation, it's facilities exposed unconscious beyond comprehension are revealed as the fears of Ricardo, Malthus, Adam Smith and Marx become prophetic. The hints in the texts and the footnotes of the chroniclers of political economy move from the implicit to the explicit. As I said on Monday we all live in Oran now and the challenge to all is whether we are a resistor, collaborator or other.....this is the age of Camus as absurdity points out the flaws in the stassi capitalists of Johnson's government on Brexit Island....who will be Tarrou or Dr Rieux or indeed Rambert? Perhaps Sisyphus will have the last laugh as the corona virus stalks the market? Events, dear boy , events ...the road ahead cannot be seen....cannot be felt as the stock market staggers back to 2008 and all the logic of neo liberalism revealed once more as false...on Radio 4 the PM programme discuss with subtle seeding how we can cope in the age of pandemic...with restriction, limitation and a tinge of panic..

The praxis of meaning on a Thursday bus ride.

The praxis of meaning on a Thursday bus ride.. It's nearly March as a rain soaked and lashed Ystradgynlais staggers towards Spring. It's light now as I reach the bus stop in the mornings now. As the days lengthen and the cycles of existence weave and dance through events to come with numerous unseen consequences and echoes. Yet still there is still nothing new under the Sun. Freud, Nietzche, Marx and Hegel all knew this yet each in their own way gave a new lens and perspective upon the praxis of history.

There is tragedy followed by farce as the good old defence mechanism are dusted down and brought out and as the dialectical process of thesis and antithesis runs on into the death of God and on even to beyond good and evil. All things that were solid melt intro air as history moves on. As the bus travels towards Godre÷graig through out the world millions of lives acting upon one another at both micro and macro levels in numerous ways. I stare from the Bus window and think about the clashing aims, ideas and purposes. I think of the vast unconscious uncomprehending nature of world economics under late capitalism.

As the Red Wall Tory MPs fail to comprehend that an expansion of Heathrow will continue to destroy their local economies ... it is revealed that London and the South East has grown nine times as fast the areas of the North. I hear Airport Adonis champion the cause of Heathrow as I wonder when our Prime Minister will lay down in front if the bulldozers.
As centrist and right wing Labour "big beasts" dream of shadow cabinet glory I reflect on all of the possibilities and events to come. I reflect that we now reach a point where prediction becomes nearly merely a reflection of our own prejudices and blind spots. There is nothing new under the sun...or perhaps we are just locked in Baudrillard"s hyper reality....