It is impossible to create anything
all of creation is a lie
if I wrote a hundred blog-posts
I would have written a hundred lies
the truth is unspeakable as it is unknowable
faking depth is easy and trivial
just throw words on a screen and make confident, imprecise claims
to do so is not art and contributes nothing
it is impossible to create anything because everything has already been created
even that thought is not original, originality is impossible
we have seen the creation and judged it unworthy
all our dialectical critique didn’t help us
in the afterlife, it is impossible to change the world
books can be written about left wing melancholia
about how the lost fights of the past could be transcended
in the vision of a future utopia, ever approaching
this has been shattered, and no vision retains strength against the force of our reality
the fights of the present are lost already
and the words ring hollow: another world is possible
we do not really believe them
to deep has the inevitability been engrained
our movements are build as desperate struggles
not for a better world
nut only to survive the storms on the horizon
and while preventing the worst necessitates the creation of a new future
such victory is merely an afterthought
while focusing on not drowning in our continuing loss
the self-fulfilling prophecy of inevitability
has chained the masses in their comfort zones
of infinite distractions
they have everything to loose
and have been told there is nothing to be won
only art remains
desperately hiding from the grasp of the content industry
and rich collectors, parasites
impossible to create
merely scavenged from the fragments
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