In the past, we heard one perspective which said ‘you wouldn’t give your enemies guns, so why give them ideas’. On the other side we heard the words ‘tell a lie, tell a big lie, keep telling it, and they will believe it’. Right now, we are living in a period where these assertions are being spoken under the cloak of freedom and democracy.
We don’t need to speak the manifestoes of the past. Not to say we can’t learn from their words, but our words are our time, and there are many words we need to say.
Unfortunately, the arts have gone into administration, and the privilege are making cocktails of hypocrisy. The masses are sitting in walled mansions were the view of the burning horizon is obstructed by Colourbond® fences.
Speed has spread with the violence and fervour of the Futurists. A violence which has opened doors that lead to tax havens. Our digital utopia is dead, blockchain is an environmental disaster, and freedom of speech is now the freedom to insult and vilify.
Centuries ago clouds spoke of seasons and a change in the weather. Today clouds are collections of Debord’s every day. The every day has become the spectacle. Capitalism has colonised all spacaes, and GPS is the final dagger into psychogeography and the ephemerality of the street.