For a creative and revolutionary profusion

. And we will learn that there are deep truths that we can sense even within all the social seduction which hides them.” (Senancour) Since its short existence, COVID-19 has been shaking up the flow of things, people, scholarships. For better or for worse, it punctuates the thread of our day and our flow of information.
G hanks to him, social inequalities are exacerbated, “happy” globalization is exposed. In just a few movements, he comes to defeat a whole system which believed itself so proudly indestructible, so pedantic with its market rationality; stopping only to count its own value, its degree of crushing on the world.

By our all growth and our abject mores, civilization has become entangled with the eyes of an infamous relation to existence, far from the sensitive. The odious hydra is not that convenient external invader of which we are the poor victims, it is us. The brutal return of the pendulum, deforestation and helping industrialization, only responds to our inability to live humbly and with dignity. Deaths, financial losses, “something” that escapes our holy control.

This was necessary, it seems, to open our eyes. The questioning is at this price. Arousing benevolence, irrationality, desires, reason, unconscious; coming to join us, or on the contrary aggravating the ambient individualism. This has the merit of putting our own meannesses under our noses and of directing our attention to the need to slow down. The collective aspiration, the citizen intelligences, the local initiatives, become again what they have always been: a living, sovereign force, at the same time community, economic and social. We are invited to return to the basics, to a different relationship to the world.

The essayist Jaime Semprun argued that what constituted a generation had to do with a singular historical experience – like the Second World War – but that today the generations are rather marked “by a moment of consumption, a stage of technical, cretinizing and universal fashions: more than anything else, we are the contemporary of certain products of the industry, and it is by evoking memories of viewers that we will recognize ourselves with others a common youth. ” With moments like this – health crisis, financial, environmental, certainly unhappy, we are allowed to be a little inhabited by a feeling of reality. Shared common sense, beyond a Netflix series. A situation is experienced, physically experienced; which brings back a certain relation to death, and therefore to life itself, to its fragility, to its absurdity too. It’s already good.

Yes merchant totalitarianism continues its sinister design on the vast world, from public services to intimate plots of humanity, yes we are badly barred … but: “… that are also born from this time of withdrawal, seclusion, potentially tragic parenthesis, new ideas, new paradigms, new songs, new poems, new hymns, new human relationships, new priorities, that a proliferation of creative, productive, militant, revolutionary, responds to the state seat imposed on us, ”wrote Xavier Eman. This hope to be embodied is in us. And to co-construct possible possibilities together, perhaps to flourish from our ordinary lives?

We obviously want it.

But it is not a question of exclaiming that there is “a before and an after” so that the tomorrows that sing come. It is measured at the dawn of the risks we take. Are not many of us satisfied with the governments and their “management” of the crisis – which consists, in short, in applying the WHO recommendations? While we are humming that nothing will be as before, the political operates, the billions suddenly pour in, the emergency measures of freedom are envisaged, new markets are coveted, the strategy of “group immunity” lets those which we hardly care about, the economic and information war continue their dance, the supranational entities sharpen their legal arsenal, here we are dismissed by solidarity! Exceptional weather, usual bullshit.

If we were less serious, we would demand now a guaranteed basic income without compensation, decree the age of decline, balance this energy transition “decarbonising” consisting of marrying a dependence on rare metals […]. Let us look in the mirror: we like to obey our masters. I’m in. Bathed in comfortable servitude, our blindness feeds governments to repeat only the tragic refrain of management by the small week and the lack of permanent direct democracy. Faced with mythomaniac managers coming to put us to sleep with their pitiful cosmetic changes, why not multiply the I do not prefer Bartleby? Take inspiration from situationists? From the Yellow Vests movement? The field of possibilities is pleasing! Let’s play.

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