Derelict Space

Category: Futurism

Base and Noble Evaluation – Example: Fascism, Rise to Power

by markdyal

Base: Fascism took power because of leadership, organization, media manipulation, and a well-crafted plan.

Noble: Fascism took power because of squadrismo: unruly, uncontained, and unforgiving pack violence against everything weak, putrid, and decaying in Italian life. Amassed students, Futurists, and Arditi, ran ahead of the well planned schemes of the Fascist leadership and destabilized the bourgeois apparatus until it collapsed; leaving not only a smooth space where the State used to be, but also a general lack of faith in the State’s ability to re-establish liberal law and order.

By extension: The only way Fascism maintained power was to disband and disassemble the squads, and to distance itself from the squadristi. As a State, the only thing Fascism feared was the revolting that handed it power.

Dancing with Marinetti

by markdyal

If what you do does not cripple the State – by which I mean it’s power to control you – then it does harm to your potential for freedom. For the State has only two functions at this point: to create as many hands as possible to pass currency from one subject to another, and to protect the various systems that allow those transactions.

Anything you do beyond actualizing and maximizing currency flows is transgression. A slave will suggest that the State also profits from our transgressions and thus rationalize its passive enslavement – less to the State than his own cowardice, in this case. And while this is true, it is also true that very few slaves ever get a taste of freedom; for unlike raptors and wolves, a slave will do anything to avoid bloodshed. The slave, it seems, values possession too highly, and this keeps his blood dancing happily to his master’s beat.

Meanwhile the raptors and wolves dance unchained around the flames of their burning fetters singing, “blood has no value unless it is spilled.”

Reason is for Slaves

by ds1977

“Our hearts are still full of filthy rubbish: peacocks tails, pompous weathercocks. fancy perfumed handkerchiefs! And we still haven’t emptied our brains of the lugubrious ants of wisdom … We need madmen! Let’s go and free them!” F.T. Marinetti, Let’s Murder the Moonlight!