Sunday, March 6, 2011

A Few Words on 1984 by George Orwell

I just finished re-reading 1984.  The tenets of the Big Brother Party: continual military-industrial complex based war used as a tool and wedge by those interested in pure power is evident in the world today; war is peace.  Freedom is slavery: undoubtedly closer precision to the state of the world today than the overplayed, ubiquitous, slogan: Freedom.  Freedom is not vended from some corner on the street free of charge and in fact is a make believe term and concept that never fails to stir and impress the masses and is poured from the mouths of political speakers like greasy slimy gravy.  And hate sessions or brainwashing by nightly news watching or newspaper gazing.  Evident. Nevertheless, there are no "telescreens"  adorning every wall of the interior of our houses and people don't just disappear due to thought crime and apparently a lust affair is legitimate these days, or I evidently reside within the sect the the "proles", and, history and the acceptability of  ideas is relatively free flowing and at one's disposal.  Thus the grimness, totalitarian, fascist, control experienced in this book does not necessarily coincide with my view of the world today.  Again I may be an ignorant prole.  And if it did provide some kind of perspective, some insight into the heart of the matter, the outlook is hopeless; for there is nothing to be done.  "All writing is pig sh*t" Artaud declared and these pages filled with words is no exception. 

Nietzsche also had visions of what he called "the last man" as Orwell references Winston to be just that in part three of the book.  The last man being the prodigious unfortunate product of the leveling of man by christian and socialistic/democratic herd.  And what danger for men perhaps like Winston to even exist in a world with this base, vile, barbarous wielders of power.  And how unfortunate that Winston was born into the party or abducted there for work with no way out.  He just needed his application to become a prole to made ready for him.  And how sad, and sorry and full of misery he was...I wish I had some sort of perspective as far as the use of power and how the party or government behaves in relation to 1984, some revolutionary insight forsight that would provide perspective and make this place look ugly or desecrate it or bring it to shame with goodness and being superlative.  But alas I am an ignorant prole excited by revolution and revolt with no means.  This book makes me want to take a fantasia filled rhapsody in poetry land and to lose myself in gay words at the sylvan halcyon crags at the end of the earth as the grim political spectacle fades into oblivion.  I think Emerson was right and positive: an age only produces a hero when an age needs a hero.  This air is so much the better to breath in my mind and smells of firs and wild flowers not a grimy oil liquor, paranoid laden moments in corners and itchy irritating ulcers burning on ones leg. 

But again, Nietzsche and his last man concept, Orwell in 1984 and even Ayn Rand in Anthem, all point to the decay of power today and in relation being a pathetic abortion when compared with other ages.  And it is very possible I am an ignorant prole unable to determine and make assessments and observations that are not at the level of an Orwell, Nitezsche, Rand, or Emerson.  And that despite my intelligence, BA in physics, and scoreing within the 95% on the MCAT, obviously in the upper echelons intelligence wise, I am nowhere, and well, ignorant.

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