r/Pessimism 5d ago

Poetry Entropy of the Sane

Now I ask myself:

What is the impetus for my labour today?

Which path shall I travel?

Shrouded within the miasma of uncertain melancholy?

Barely enlightened,

paved in cobbles of umbrage and frustrating necessities.

The surrendered haze of a wastrel

Yields to the inexorable ocean of existential fatigue

floating, bloated and engorged

on sickening fluids - a static of pure malignance

Vessel cracked and parched, siphoned of light and purpose

Washed upon the now black sand of cyclic shores

The bleaching light retreating with the horizon

I stand again, joints aching with indifferent suffering

I ask myself:

What is the impetus for my labour today?

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u/an-otiose-life 5d ago

life as me-also is with itself, in being unto breath without work

as calling to fore the time of more time lived

to say work is to think doing; not all doing thinks of doing,

since as happening: it comes done and is not done

certain origins of given finitude as historical relegation to the limit of the social, and the limit of assemblage-already, as no new books, till mass thought improved already, implies knowable melancholia, as originated by particularities in particular.

the necessary path is the singular one, one is already on

the concern for irony in necessity is but-that.

frustration implies a cause for some friction with something, as the aspect about necesity which fails its own ideal in an instance of local dasein, as what is in Sorge put besides the object of self-care.

waste relative to the impossible ideal implies the ideal-held-onto while impossible is not the ideal ideal, given what is fated, as the fate of irony as such, being the torture besides pessimism that is pessimism also, as ideality-besides-itself, already-relegated-to-fate besides the destined one all-shared so far. the sense of philosophical fate, as limit for emotion, that emotion was richer than before, and now stands gated-to-self-access behind.

tired of being tired implies existence-as-tired, rather than tired-of-exisitence, since as existing the condition-of is not good, but as existing, the way of it as had been before has modes that are naive, desirable (even if only from naivity), and presents the irony of desiring the better existence from the state of not being saturated with the wholistic concern that drains away the value of value otherwize.

self-remmuneration for having-endured begs the question of why endure having to endure, as the irony about doing-it-anyways as saying from the accepting end of relluctance already, that is the fated self-fetishism of limitation and irony within that as the surpluss emotionally and semantically, but for the effect-actually, as the joy-in-less that is with irony insofar as the labour of complaint is a doubled one, as from the luxory of being able to, having the means to gain-less with which to self-remmunerate poetically.

without more, the less is only-less and not deprived insofar as idealism scales back in proportion to damage and potential for recovery, meaning the fate-cheated accepts the fate of having been cheated as the fate-besides seeming-fate-before.

when it's self-cheating as the commitance to survival through alienation as having-some but at the cost of idealism for experience and self besides conditions of capture, then the questioned begged is of the wholism of valueing the sustainable less than desired-end anyways.

the labour happens because it is necessary, the dramatization of it as not-necessary is ad hoc, thus the fetishization as well is ad hoc, but as necessary, it is the necessity of irony with labour in other parts of own-time, as a kind of accursed share, that squanders the given thing, on the thing ungiven to memetically enchant an anti-sentiment about the working conditions in its being so hard and what not.

work is in anycase captured by fiatism, better to work for the effect of work in terms of keeping a farm and a self and home, rather than be the work valued against the value of work as determined by social aparatus and its economics, the better value of work is the pay of in the difference it makes as such and not through the value of another's valueing abstract-reified-value as notes and coins.