#Accelerate: The Accelerationist Reader

Land’s withering assaults on the academic left—or the embourgeoisified state-subsidised grumbling that so often calls itself academic Marxism—remain trenchant.

God possesses intuitive knowledge of each and every particular thing because his thought about that thing creates it. His is an infinite generative intelligence whose making is unconstrained by any given. Thus God’s knowledge of the world is absolute, immediate, and incorrigible.

Prometheanism is simply the claim that there is no reason to assume a predetermined limit to what we can achieve or to the ways in which we can transform ourselves and our world.

In other words, it is the understanding, the faculty that dismembers, objectifies and discriminates, which first exercises the power of the negative that will be subsequently consummated by reason.

This scaling down of political ambition by those who espouse the ideals of justice and emancipation is perhaps the most notable consequence of the collapse of communism as a Promethean project.

A simulation of innovation and newness that cloaks inertia and stasis.

His first interpretation of the onset of LSD was to think he was being attacked by a cold virus.
Drugs are a soft plague infecting the nervous system of commodity cybernetics. Soft drinks and drugs flow in the wake of each other, and the war on drugs is a war on the markets of the future.

Hands up, furthermore, those who really believe that these desires for a restored organic wholeness are extrinsic to late capitalist culture, rather than fully incorporated components of the capitalist libidinal infrastructure.

And of course we suffer, we the capitalized, but this does not mean that we do not enjoy, nor that what you think you can offer us as a remedy— for what?—does not disgust us, even more. We abhor therapeutics and its vaseline, we prefer to burst under the quantitative excesses that you judge the most stupid. And don’t wait for our spontaneity to rise up in revolt either.

Pass the Merlot, I’ve got a career’s worth of quibbling critique to get through.