The Wave Crashes

Herman Hesse opens his 1919 novel Demian with the following few lines.

I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so difficult?

And then, about three-quarters of the way into the book, Hesse struggles anew and in greater detail with his own question.

I did not exist to write poems, to preach or to paint, neither I nor anyone else. All of that was incidental. Each man had only one genuine vocation — to find the way to himself. He might end up as a poet or madman, as prophet or criminal — that was not his affair, ultimately it was an arbitrary one — and live it out wholly and resolutely within himself. Everything else was only a would-be existence, an attempt at evasion, a flight back to the ideals of the masses, conformity and fear of one’s own inwardness.

In sharp contrast to Hesse’s perspective, it seems I should’ve been using the flow chart shown below throughout my life within the dominant culture. Shifting the blame is necessary to “succeed” in this culture.

Flow chart dont fuck with it

There’s no better place to be than atop the wave. The adrenaline surges. The view is spectacular. It’s as if you’re on top of the world.

Most people are safely behind the wave, seeing nothing special and doing nothing spectacular. There is no danger. The view, while nothing worthy of an award-winning image, is adequate. Behind the wave, life is good. But not great.

Greatness is found atop the wave. Few people spend time there.

Ahead of the wave, people are crushed on the rocky shore. When the wave is intellectual, an idea is crushed instead of a surfer. And sometimes the shattered idea is joined by an ill-fated dream.

I found myself ahead of the wave countless times during my life on campus. A typical scenario had a few faculty members coming up with a complaint or a fresh idea. We’d develop a five-minute case, schedule a meeting with the dean or department head, and sally forth.

The day and time would arrive. I’d lead the way into the office of the targeted administrator. Everybody else would magically, suddenly fall silent or disappear.

Ditto for my failed attempt to escape American Empire. If you were thinking I’d learn from my mistakes, you’d be mistaken. And, as it turns out, there is no escape. The empire is relentless and unending. Until it ends.

And ditto, again, for my ongoing attempts to break the bonds of patriachy. The dominant culture has a powerful grip. Breaking free means letting go.

Rinse and repeat for concluding and reporting the case for abrupt climate change. I’m a very slow learner.

On 6 August 2010, I posted the following essay, verbatim, in this space. As revealed by the essay, I was having doubts about my decision to leave campus. More than six years later, the doubt has been long confirmed. The essay’s title: “Cleaning Up.”

My office, that is. I was asked to move out of my office the same month one of my articles graced the cover of the premier journal in my field Although faculty members are fleeing my department like fleas from a drowning dog, the interim department head needs my office. It’s the only faculty office in the building without a window, and I’m pretty sure nobody wants the space except the department head’s graduate students. But that’s none of my business.

And this essay isn’t about bitterness, anyway. It’s about the decisions we make in light of an ambiguous future. One of the costs of making moral choices is breaking the strong emotional ties to a prior life. My own future, if I have one, is necessarily rooted in the past. So I’ll start there, recognizing the inherent self-absorption of my approach. Which is nothing new for my regular readers.

For the better part of a decade, I was the model professor, if only from the standpoint of university administrators. I taught more courses than I was asked, completed more published research than nearly all my peers, and had an active record of service to various mainstream professional entities.

Then, realizing I had an obligation to the citizens paying me, I woke up and starting doing work of some import. As with most of the students in my classrooms, the citizens didn’t appreciate me, at least not upon initial inspection. Learning is difficult, especially when unlearning is required along the way.

I maintained abundant activity of high quality in the three expected arenas of instruction, scholarship, and service, and I added one more delicacy to my overflowing plate: social criticism. I began to write for the general public, most frequently in the form of guest commentaries in various newspapers. My first opinion piece was an accident: When the university president refused to answer the letters I sent directly to him, I sent one of the letters to the local morning daily paper, thinking they might pursue it as a news story. They published it as a guest commentary. That very day, the president of the university responded to my earlier letters. And not kindly, either.

I was hooked. For the next decade, my opinion pieces focused on various aspects of faith-based junk science, including creationism, illiteracy, denial of global climate change, and denial of limits to growth. Since most of my colleagues were (and are) swimming in the main stream, my approach allowed me to simultaneously offend my colleagues and the general public. In addition to writing for the taxpayers, I extended my service commitment to facilities of incarceration at the request of a new and soon-to-be dear friend.

In response to my newly discovered commitment to relevancy, and although I’d been the lowest-paid faculty member at my rank in the entire college for a decade, the administration soon ramped up the pressure. It wasn’t long before I was viewed as a pariah on campus, and the dean of my college went so far as to libel me. Soon enough, I was banned from teaching in my home department and my scholarship and service were routinely denigrated.

But my students were learning to think, an aspiration reputedly revered but actually despised at all the large, research-oriented institutions with which I am familiar. Real education makes people dangerous. They might go so far as to question the obedience-at-home, oppression-abroad mentality requisite to propping up an empire. My Socratic approach was successful according to the only metric that mattered to me: real learning. The kind that sticks in your craw after you’ve fed at the trough of knowledge. The kind that gives a person the ability, courage, confidence, and desire to question the answers. The kind that changes lives, one life at a time.

Imagine the bittersweet nature of my departure. Recognizing the costs of imperialism, no longer could I tolerate living at the apex of empire, a large city. Recognizing the moral imperative of living outside the main stream, I left the easy, civilized life for a turn at self-reliance in a small community. Recognizing I was doing good work, and doing it well, was insufficient grounds to keep doing it.

I’m not sure I’d do it again, considering the contrary choice of my best friend. I certainly understand why, given a choice, many people would rather die than live outside the industrial economy. I understand, too, why most people who spend time at the mud hut depart with a renewed commitment to civilized living. After all, culture has convinced most people they have a personal investment in maintaining the industrial economy, rather than bringing it down. And it’s clear to most of my visitors that this new life of mine is tough on the mind and even tougher on the body.

Judging from the overwhelmingly negative response to my departure from the hallowed halls, I chose the perfect age to change life pursuits. All people older than my 49 years (now 50, if you’re keeping score) claim they don’t have the energy, at their advanced age, to do what I’ve done. All people younger that I claim they don’t have the money to do what I’ve done (as if they could not join others, as I have done, by necessity and choice).

Although apparently I made the right choice at the right time, getting out of the industrial economy shortly before it reaches its overdue terminus — and there is no unburning this bridge, even if I wanted to — I have lost a majority of influence I might have had (as well as a majority of the ego-stoking limelight). Suddenly those three letters behind my name have lost their power. Because I am no longer active in the academy, I am not asked to deliver seminars at other institutions. I no longer teach classes through the honors college, which was willing to put up with my wacky ideas after my home department wasn’t. I’ve moved too far away to serve populations in facilities of incarceration. And, from a strictly personal perspective, I miss the inmates and honors students with whom I was fortunate to work. I think about them and their wisdom every single day as I move endless tons of dirt, plant trees in the orchard, and make innumerable other preparations for thriving in the post-carbon era.

At the most specific level, few people face the choice I had. The proverbial brass ring of academia — the tenured faculty position — is a rare find. Once ensconced in the easy life of the ivory tower, particularly at the level of full professor — or any other position for that matter, inside or outside academia — few people would consider the implications of their lives for other humans and the entire living planet. At a more general level, I am hard-pressed to come up with any other person who would leave a high-pay, low-work job for any reason, much less morality. It occurs to me that forfeiting the easy life of tenured professor for the challenge of living outside the mainstream is the wackiest idea I’ve had yet.

Clearing the final shelf of books, I turned to the last pages of my most comprehensive piece of social criticism, Letters to a Young Academic. The words seem a fitting finale to the chapter I’ve closed:

I launch this paper boat with a final bit of advice about the life of the mind: Never take it for granted, for it could be snatched away tomorrow. The life of an academician is challenging, to be sure. It demands stamina of the mind and occasionally of the body. It requires personal sacrifice for the common good, a profession on full public display, and a predisposition to swim upstream against a strong cultural current. It is not for the faint of heart or the feeble of mind.

But the rewards are supreme. You are allowed to live a life of leisure, in the historical sense: You choose the work you do. Through the lives of your students, you experience life and death and the wonderful emotional roller coaster of youth. As such, you can choose to remain forever young, if only vicariously. You have opportunities to serve as a mentor. And, if you are worthy and fortunate, somebody might endow you with that noblest of distinctions by calling you “teacher.”


I was interviewed by gardener and organic original Alan LePage on Sunday morning, 15 November 2015. I joined the show at the 90-minute mark, and the episode is archived here.

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  • .
    Because you don’t have enough to worry about.

    According to a study published in the journal Lancet Infectious Diseases, scientists in China have discovered significantly increased levels of bacteria resistant to the antibiotic colistin in pigs. The drug is a last line of defense against a host of bacterial infections, many of which are common in people. Researchers said they expect the resistant bacteria to spread outside of China, if it has not already done so.

    “What is particularly worrying about this is the mechanism of this resistance means that it can spread very easily between species. So global spread is likely.” Liz Tayler of the World Health Organization told BBC4 Radio. “This paper suggests that this has already spread out of China and into Malaysia.”

  • Recently my second brother died of lung cancer, 2 years after he quit smoking. They gave him the chemo therapy and shit, but he died nonetheless. My family wanted to see me at the funeral, but they didn’t, because I don’t go to christian funerals anymore for decades, I just don’t like the sickening blabla of the priest, all that black clothing and all that howling. The last time I went to a funeral was when my first brother died decades ago, I stood at the grave, listened to the blabla of the priest, laughed openly and went away from the scene. Now, after my second brother died, my family said “Shame on you, you haven’t been at the funeral of your own brother, SHAME ON YOU!“, harr harr, I laughed and said:

    But that’s what you keep telling me all my life!: “We are all going to die anyway, so enjoy life“!, hahaha. I said, there are two options I can think of:

    1. There is NOTHING “after” Death. So why grief ?! No more desires, no more hunger, no more thirst, no more heat, no more cold, no more burning desire to breathe in or to breathe out, no more thinking, no more feeling, no more grief, no more missing anything, no more running away, no more suffering– so bring it on^^

    2. Life goes on- a rather scary thought, isn’t it?

    I cried over those trees they cut in front of my window some months ago more, than I cried over the Death of my 2nd brother, I am a bastard. Anyway, get over it.

  • Nemesis: Did you have any kind of relationship with your 2nd brother?
    Have you a sense of loss (did this happen suddenly)? When was
    the last time you saw him? You okay?

  • @Tom

    Did you have any kind of relationship with your 2nd brother?

    Sure, he was my brother^^ The last time I saw him is exactly two years ago, he died in November 2013. He lived in the same house were I live. He did not die suddenly, so I had more than enough time, to let loose^^

    You okay?

    Thanks, please don’t mind, sometimes I just take too seriously what my family and others say and act accordingly, because I am a bastard. So I just say to my family “ We are all going to die anyway, so enjoy life, that’s what you keep telling me all my life, so pleeeeze, GET OUT OF MY WAY.

    I don’t miss anyone anymore, I have seen Death all my life, from earliest childhood on. Some died slowly, while others died quickly and suddenly. Death is natural, just like life is. My ex-girlfriend is drinking herself to death downstairs in the same house were I live, she is surrounded by her friends: Countless bottles of Wodka and red wine. Am I ok?! YES, I am for sure^^ I am happy, I learned to let loose. 2 options:

    1. There is NOTHING “after” Death. So why grief ?! No more desires, no more hunger, no more thirst, no more heat, no more cold, no more burning desire to breathe in or to breathe out, no more thinking, no more feeling, no more grief, no more missing anything, no more running away, no more suffering– so bring it on^^

    2. Life goes on- a rather scary thought, isn’t it?

  • Death-by-a-thousand-cuts continues (of course), and central planners continue to dig ever-deeper long-term holes in order to keep the show on the road in the short term:

    ‘China is cutting its price of wholesale natural gas by nearly 25% in a bid to boost slowing growth in demand for the clean fuel. China’s cooling economy has seen demand for gas slump, forcing energy giants to resell or renegotiate long-term global supplies. This is the second time authorities have intervened by cutting the ‘city gate’ price, which local distributors or gas firms pay to pipeline operators.’

  • one post is in moderation

    This is truly hard to believe.

    I just saw this from THE EDITORS of THE NATION, & i was floored by its mind boggling preposterous in-your-face blatant fraud & hokum.


    “Isis wants you to hate Muslims because it will help them get recruits.”

    MESSAGE; Isis is a twisted bunch of suicidal testosterone preverts. who assault life w/o any reason or justification?




    Israeli murder, butchery, & land theft have nothing to do with it?

    During the last 14 years millions have been spent by the Zionist Israeli propaganda colossus & lead spokesman, Daniel Pipes, to condemn Islam & orchestrate ISLAMOPHOBIA & “THE CLASH OF CIVILIZATIONS” everywhere in the Western World.


  • Lidia, if there is a way we could exchange emails via Guy that would be great.

    My daughter—–a senior(whose name is Lydia)—- is planning on going to school out east. She’ll know if she’s going to Maine(her early decision school) in mid December. If she’s not accepted there (the system is absurd to say the least yet I am playing along) she’s applying to schools in Vermont, Mass. and New York.
    We’re going to spend some time traveling throughout that region next spring. I may spend some extended time in Maine and/or Vermont next fall. Although the way the weather feels of late it’s hard to imagine what things will be like next year. It feels pretty apocalyptic right now. Here in the midwest there are numerous power outages (from coal fired power plants!)due to more trees that have come down. People are starting to look scared in my neck of the woods. Normally they seem (irritatingly) cocky about the weather . . . not any more.

    On that happy note——-would be nice to connect. Thanks for the thought.

  • kevin moore: i read this article saying the Australian government just blocked a sale to the Chinese of a farm the size of Kentucky (like 2.5% of the arable land there, or so) citing the downturn in commodity prices of late. Your thoughts, my friend?

    Australia Just Stopped China Buying a Farm the Size of Kentucky

    [How soon before the Chinese are forced to just come and take it?]

  • Sorry for too much blabla, but I’d like to add this to my last comment (@The Doctor: You can delete it if you like, I don’t mind, hahaha):

    I am one of the happiest and most free men ever walked on the planet, because I took the red and dread pill when I was 13. And I never regret it, never ever. I found home to myself, home to the peace of a bastard, hahaha. Good luck to all of you, whatever your Karma may be.

    Love, positiveness upon the Earth!

  • (last 15 min of every, non-GUY, speech, video, or talk)
    “if we ALL pull together and fight…”
    so sick of the phony, cowardly, inconsistent BULLSHIT

  • @mt

    Yeeeaaah, time for some GUY-speech:

    Only LOVE remains.

    I like that :-)

  • Cowgirl Apocalypse Haiku #115

    Dusty riverbank-
    solitary loon abides
    confetti of leaves.

  • Hi Tom,

    Well, it is impossible to make sense of anything much these days, since the entire world has gone pretty much fully insane. We do know that China has accumulated a massive amount of paper money and bonds that are not going to be worth much at some time in the fairly neat future, so it seems to be converting computer digits into tangible stuff, like land and gold.

    It is impossible to make any sense of what is going on with gold insofar as, from what commentators say (I have no gold stocks), the official price of gold is way below the actual market price and below the cost of extraction in most locations…..just like oil!

    WTI $40.49, Brent $44.29

    And there is said to be a market for ‘paper gold’ which is around 200 times the size of the physical gold supply. As Max Keiser would put it, you can collect a fart, hypothecate it, sell fart derivatives, and make money from it. But only if you in ‘the club’. For the rest of us, it just stinks.

    As for land, who has money to buy anything large, other than the Chinese? Chinese have been the main purchasers of real estate in many locations around the world for a long time, and have had fairly free rein until now. A decade ago NPDC ‘invested’ in dairying farmland in Australia, and having made massive losses, is in the process of selling it to guess who. For a NZ council in one of the best dairying districts in the world to ‘invest’ in dairying land in another country tell us how corrupt and ‘fucked’ everything has been.

    As far as western nations are concerned, it has been ‘sell everything, loot the till and run with the money’ for quite a while. It started in NZ in the mid-80s, when the traitorous ‘Labour’ government took office and began ‘privatising’. Australia was a bit harder to push into the globalists agenda in the past but in recent times seems to have gone fully globalist-fascist.

    In any of these situations there is always much more to the story than will ever be revealed by mainstream media.

    The sabotage continues.

  • @Shep Thank you so much for the perfect article to thrown into the laps of my high school class members of ’59 to stir them up a little bit.

    I’m glad you liked it! It’s one of the more brilliant pieces I’ve read lately. As I said upthread, it’s at the Guy McPherson level of penetrating analysis. I’m afraid though that not many folks will see it buried on our local paper’s website, and that it’ll get drowned out by all of the inane hysteria over terrorism. Do you, or does anyone, know how to put it out there in hyperspace so as to increase increase its chances of ‘going viral’?. Here’s the link again if anyone is interested:

    Thanks to all and sundry!

  • Apneaman & Gerald – Thanks. Your link looks like a sensible explanation.

    the burial vaults aren’t owned by the government, or FEMA. Instead, they’re owned by individuals, or not yet sold.

    “They’re not owned by any one individual, company or the government,” Lacey said.

    Please check on CDC transactions where they owned or previously owned many of them? Not too concerned since I have not looked at that subject since last year. You web site did a good job explaining why all is fine. Wonder if a former FEMA employee wanted people to think they were using their budget to be prepared? Who financed the Dubunk story?

    Very glad if you can prove none of the military-industrial projects are true. Feels good knowing all the tests and activities are just propaganda & dis-info. I can certainly see why various agencies would want people to think something is being developed in each Dept. Are you sub-contracted by any Dept for media outreach & review?

    Dredd has a really good web site. Callaghan good stuff too.

  • Mark Austin, that’s some real forward thinking by the conspirators taking into account the ever growing obesity crisis in the US. Plenty of “coffins” for the projected 1000 lb sheeple (currently averaging 400 lbs). Better too big than too small and all that. Body bags would be too insensitive and practical for mass burials. Only the best for FEMA death camp victims. Where are they storing all the headstones and flowers? I guess they are planning on tapping the strategic petroleum reserve for the extra fuel needed for the machinery to dig the 10 million oversized graves – good for the refinery industry and GDP. Good for the economy. Good planning allround.

  • Btw:

    All public demonstrations during UN climate conference 2015 in Paris have been banned, because of terror alert- yes, climate change can be real terror. They know, Mother Nature is after them, I can smell the shit in their pants.

    Terror and climate change:

  • Nemes

    this really sux!
    Those demonstrators were sure to change these evil pricks minds’ and make it all good. Well, next time, huh?

  • Mr President, Zionist Israel has been terrorizing & committing genocide against the native Palestinians for 80 long years.

    The foaming-at-the-mouth invading Israelis murdered more than 700,000 native Palestinians & stole their ancestral lands.

    Why is there absolutely NO MENTION of the documented & photographed 80-year-long Israeli terrorism, genocide, & ongoing murder?

    How dare you to talk about terrorism & leave out vicious Israeli terrorism against the defenseless Palestinians.

    Why is there no mention of the Gaza Concentration Camp?

    search NAKBA – Arabic for catastrophe.

    search Deir Yassin Massacre

  • Imagine, just for one second, that it might be true:

    Heaven and Hell, Samsara and Nirvana. Karma, the echo of ones own deeds, ones own seed back to oneself, within, infinite.

    Can the blood and tears of the murdered and exploited ones rise Oceans? Can the rage and sadness of the murdered and exploited ones bring raging storms and deadly floods? Can the hunger and thirst of the starved ones bring droughts and deserts? Can all the lying, all the killing, all the auto-brain-fuck, all the denying lead to Hell on Earth?!

    Mother Earth will be my witness.

  • david higham


    Why would you swear at me? We are more afraid here, to reassert my point, because we are in the process of forgetting how to talk to each other face to face. Afraidia is also ghettoising along ethnic and class lines to a high degree, not that those things are not taking place in other countries too. With the change in federal leadership, there is a distinct change in public rhetoric to a moderate. progressive position, and in itself that is welcome. It still amounts to changing the deckchairs. But even if you dispute my assertion, you are messing with a whole other thing when you name call.
    I originally used the term Afraidia to describe powerless sheep getting more and more afraid, of even the living world, as the memes of orchestrated and real terrorism events are being used to scare people into accepting a steady deminishment in civil and political rights, as well as accepting a demeaning division between wealthy and not so wealthy folk.
    Am I the only one that noticed Australia had an elected prime minister removed by an add campaign funded by big mining?
    I am willing to defend my assertions, even if I admit they have been laid out without much evidence, but I presumed others could see the degradation of a civil life once reasonably full, and fair, (not if you were Aboriginal of course).
    But why would i debate it with someone who has already called me a schoolyard big bullyboy word?


    It was always a sign of an inability to argue the points when someone resorted to name-calling.

    The more afraid people are, the more they accept any halfwit for a leader.

    Nothing seems to have changed.

  • @Colin says: Why did you devolve into such an exhibition of myopia?

    I didn’t exactly devolve into an exhibition of myopia—I’ve worn glasses since the 4th grade. Started out with blue cat-eyes!

    You been drinkin’?

    Yes, but apparently too moderately, since I’m not drunk enough for your comment to make sense to me.

    such discourse certainly won’t happen “here.”
    I have no idea what you are talking about, but I’m more-or-less game for whatever discourse “happens “here”” (What’s with all the “quotations”?)

  • @Theresa, you wrote “We are the only species that support leaders based on what what we believe we will get individually not because it benefits the whole “pack” (speaking in wolf).”

    What benefits the “whole pack” also benefits the individual. We’re told that a “rising tide floats all boats”. GWB said we needed to “grow the pie higher”. I don’t think you can separate the two so simply (the individual from the aggregate) in either an abstract, political or a real, material sense.

    If an ant thought it could get more individually by running off on its own (it can’t, so it won’t think that) it would do so.

    Why else are the Naomi Kleins and Chris Hedges of the world ultimately living and procreating prodigiously WITHIN (not without) the realm of economic power?

    The point of humans and of human society is to seek power and resources conducive to the increase of human biomass.. not to limit human suffering, not to limit non-human organisms’ suffering, not to limit human expansion in any way.

    I’ve come to realize it’s as foolish to ask humans to reduce their impact on the planet as it is to ask an apple tree to please make fewer apples.. that’s just not in the program, for the most part, and this is the situation we are going to have to live with until it kills us.

  • Ozman,
    The country we live in has a name. Are you really so deluded to think
    that you could repeatedly rename it ‘Afraidia’ and not eventually cop some flak? You have done it for years and I have let it slide. Yesterday morning I was checking out comments and links here,and there you were,at it again,and prattling asinine generalisations as well.
    ‘Australians are afraid of nature,each other and life itself’
    I live here,and object strongly to being included in your generalisations.
    A percentage of the inhabitants of any nation could be included in those categories. That is what is so stupid about the name. Any nation could be renamed ‘Afraidia’. Using your logic,we might as well rename the planet ‘Afraidia ‘. Continue with your puerile renaming if you want,and I will continue to give you some feedback if I feel inclined to do so.
    This is a minor issue,and I won’t be wasting more time on it.

    P.S. I was incensed about the mining company campaign as well.

  • @18000days – I realised your avatar immediately. I had a piece of public domain software on an Atari 1040 that could calculate the number of days between two dates. I remember celebrating my 10000th day birthday sometime back in my thirties. I know the party has only just begun but my 21802days here on this earth are now way too many! I remember my Dad once calculated that had had smoked six times his own weight in tobacco, and had drank one-and-a-half Rolls Royces – and he still had over ten years to go!

    When I first went online in 1995, one of the first sites I visited was the post-modernism generator; I expect you are familiar with it? Judging by some of the waffle generated here in NBL, I expect others are also?

    The material paradigm of discourse in the works of Pynchon
    I. Catherine Long

    Department of Politics, Massachusetts Institute of Technology
    Stephen B. L. la Fournier

    Department of Deconstruction, Stanford University

    1. Expressions of collapse

    If one examines neotextual narrative, one is faced with a choice: either reject postdialectic discourse or conclude that context is a product of the collective unconscious, given that the material paradigm of discourse is valid.

    However, Marx’s critique of cultural pretextual theory states that reality may be used to entrench hierarchy.

    The main theme of Pickett’s[1] essay on neotextual narrative is not, in fact, dematerialism, but postdematerialism. An abundance of theories concerning the common ground between society and sexual identity may be found. In a sense, the characteristic theme of the works of Gibson is not discourse, as dialectic narrative suggests, but prediscourse.

    In the works of Gibson, a predominant concept is the concept of neoconstructive narrativity. The subject is interpolated into a Debordist situation that includes art as a reality. Thus, a number of situationisms concerning the material paradigm of discourse exist.

    If one examines the dialectic paradigm of discourse, one is faced with a choice: either accept Debordist situation or conclude that the raison d’etre of the participant is social comment. Baudrillard uses the term ‘the material paradigm of discourse’ to denote a mythopoetical totality. In a sense, Sontag suggests the use of neotextual narrative to analyse and challenge consciousness.

    Any number of desublimations concerning the role of the poet as reader may be revealed. Thus, Debord uses the term ‘postmodernist theory’ to denote the bridge between class and culture.

    Many narratives concerning neotextual narrative exist. But Sontagist camp holds that truth is meaningless.

    The main theme of Drucker’s[2] critique of neotextual narrative is a self-falsifying paradox. Therefore, in Mona Lisa Overdrive, Gibson affirms the capitalist paradigm of expression; in Pattern Recognition he deconstructs neotextual narrative.

    Several constructions concerning not narrative, but prenarrative may be found. In a sense, Foucault uses the term ‘the material paradigm of discourse’to denote the difference between class and art.

    Lyotard’s model of Debordist image suggests that the goal of the participant is significant form, given that reality is interchangeable with language. It could be said that Baudrillard promotes the use of neotextual narrative to attack class divisions.

    2. Debordist situation and postcultural demodernism

    “Society is part of the stasis of art,” says Lyotard; however, according to Abian[3] , it is not so much society that is part of the
    stasis of art, but rather the meaninglessness, and subsequent defining characteristic, of society. Subtextual narrative implies that sexuality has objective value. Therefore, the characteristic theme of the works of Gibson is not theory per se, but neotheory.

    If one examines postcultural demodernism, one is faced with a choice: either reject neotextual narrative or conclude that the task of the observer is deconstruction. Foucault uses the term ‘the material paradigm of discourse’ to denote the stasis of cultural class. However, if postcultural demodernism holds, we have to choose between the material paradigm of discourse and posttextual feminism.

    A number of deappropriations concerning Marxist capitalism exist. Therefore, the main theme of Hamburger’s[4] essay on the material
    paradigm of discourse is the common ground between art and society.

    Cameron[5] states that we have to choose between neotextual narrative and neodialectic narrative. It could be said that any
    number of dematerialisms concerning a mythopoetical reality may be discovered.

    The characteristic theme of the works of Gibson is the defining characteristic, and subsequent meaninglessness, of textual narrativity. Thus,Bataille suggests the use of precapitalist textual theory to read sexual identity.

    3. Expressions of failure

    In the works of Gibson, a predominant concept is the distinction between feminine and masculine. Derrida uses the term ‘neotextual narrative’ to denote the role of the artist as observer. But if postcultural demodernism holds, we have to choose between neotextual narrative and Batailleist `powerful communication’.

    The within/without distinction depicted in Gibson’s Mona Lisa Overdrive is also evident in Virtual Light. However, the subject is
    contextualised into a postcultural demodernism that includes language as a paradox.

    An abundance of discourses concerning neocultural Marxism exist. Thus, Tilton[6] suggests that the works of Gibson are empowering.

    The premise of postcultural demodernism holds that academe is capable of truth. But the primary theme of Werther’s[7] model of the
    material paradigm of discourse is not, in fact, sublimation, but presublimation.

    1. Pickett, R. (1992) The Expression of Genre: Neotextual narrative in the works of Gibson.
    University of Oregon Press

    2. Drucker, H. Z. ed. (1970) The material paradigm of discourse and neotextual narrative. Yale University Press

    3. Abian, I. M. F. (1991) The Broken Sea: Neotextual narrative and the material paradigm of discourse. O’Reilly & Associates

    4. Hamburger, V. ed. (1989) The material paradigm of discourse and neotextual narrative. Panic Button Books

    5. Cameron, O. N. O. (1977) Realities of Absurdity:
    Neotextual narrative and the material paradigm of discourse.

    6. Tilton, K. ed. (1994) The material paradigm of discourse and neotextual narrative. Cambridge University Press

    7. Werther, Z. Y. (1973) The Rubicon of Expression:
    Neotextual narrative and the material paradigm of discourse. Panic Button Books

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  • Thanks for the links Apneaman.

    And thanks for the humor Lidia ( helps counter the sadness after reading Apneaman’s links)
    Excerpt from your response above to Colin:

    You been drinkin’?
    “Yes, but apparently too moderately, since I’m not drunk enough for your comment to make sense to me.”

    Laughing is a wonderful way to start the day—-this generated the first (very hearty) laugh of the day!! Thank you. You are on another roll above . . love it.

    @Denise—-so glad you’re posting here again.

    thinking of all humans and especially nonhuman life in Australia:
    In the midwest winter storm “Bella” is barreling eastward. The snow will eerily coat the flowers that have blossoms after record warmth (whatever the hell that means anymore)
    It will also cover/temporarily hide the carnage of the trees . . .

  • I’ve posted a guest essay, along with a recent interview. Catch the latest information here.