Before the Z/Acc/Collapse writing begins I want to address something that has irked me for basically the entirety of my time within the Accelo-sphere. That is the Acc-attitude or; Accitude.
Many people have commented on the Accelerationist ‘tech/nihil’ aesthetic, this is not to do with that.
At its machinic heart. Its techno-capitalist, techonomic heart, Accelerationism is an inhuman philosophy. The underlying forces of acceleration are pronounced and written of in such a way that one can come to no other conclusion than that they are other-than-human, nonhuman, even inhuman. Which poses a sort of paradoxical problem with regard to the attitude of Accelerationists. That is…they are all – at least the ones in our sphere – human. Fleshy, breathing, all-too-human…humans. Men, women, homosapiens blithering away at their keyboards commenting on the inhuman. Which in itself is sort of the impossibility of touching the or an actuality of the Outside. Perhaps it can be quasi-analysed via occult-numeric means, maybe, but we don’t know that.
Anyway, yes, humans. Meandering around the edges of what is supposed as a Cthulhic technomic entity/beast/force etc. The inhuman a priori psychopathy of Acceleration is assimilated into the writing of Acc theorists like the divine into things, it simply cannot integrate with our perception (Kant wins again). At least without an unavoidable clunky current running through it. A sense that something is always missing, something is always avoiding our full capacity, maybe because it understands our capacity to be human, or simply to be in the way destined for us.
With this said, the point of which it irks me is wherein digressions of war, evil and inhumanity spring to the surface in the writing, as if one is above all that. That the factors of horror, hell and reality of evil would not touch the lives of those who write in favor of such. A call for bombs, a loud call for a direct attack…but not anyway near me. How crude, how banal and pithy. A mainline into the arrogance of the literature itself, left and right. Arrogance, ignorance and apathy towards present reality due to amoralistic-promotion of an unprovable future is simply unforgivable. At best it is caustic literature, acidically burning through to a potential core of hatred, malaise and distrust; at worst it is a continuation of an anthropocentric cosmic bias that man even plays a part. You claim to know even a smidgen of inhumanity, and yet you project your supposed worthiness through a gauze of humane-understanding.
The methods of man tacked lazily onto a blueprint of machinic process. War, famine, poverty and death, all, more often than not, viewed from the gaze of a giddy tech-head. Writhing in frustration at their personal lacks of means to escape. Oh, I wish I could reverse cowgirl the means of production into a sentient machinic-thresher!
Accept your cosmic worth, become at least in part content with the situation of man and then address that which you must. The drool of fanatics – myself included – spills into a continually flowing basin of monkey-idiocy.
To take for granted the bias of one’s cosmic unbias. If man could ever become cosmically impartial he would surely go mad.