A note on ideological decay (4 June) (RB)

 ...5. The point about all of this which I feel most close to is the redrawing of the political spectrum. For me the pandemic and the war have this in common, I’m constantly caught out by what left and right mean, by what they mean in different countries where good friends and comrades live, and by the decisions that people I know take. I find it all very unpredictable, and while class (or class prospects) clearly remains a factor, the place of mysticism and secrecy, of how you connect the dots, shift all over the place. There’s an example of this I keep returning to, which is how my yoga-practising friends in Palermo became libertarian anti-vaxxers over the span of a year. Antiracist and culture-loving, they’ve been brought up in a weak Italian state that guarantees them little, and so the top-down medical solidarity of the state with their suffering seemed like untrustworthy imposition. These are the same people who now circulate pro-Russian propaganda about Nato-backing Nazis and so on; there is no class basis to this lot, and their economic prospects are all over the place. But there is a real ideological shift going on. I don’t know how to express this well, but it makes me think of Jesi’s comments about Secret Germany, and also about psychic breaks and revolution; maybe the argument goes like this: revolutionary moments are the outcome of war, of mass slaughter; revolutionary thought is the name we give to those absurd and psychically broken ideologies that arise out of that level of violence and horror; the energy wars of central Asia are birthing such ideologies, from Isis to Kurdish revolution through to Ukrainian battalions and Egyptian movementists… and it's the residue of that madness that lives on in our strange ideological shifts here in Europe; it’s like a nuclear bomb went off in the castle, and we’re the peasants in the fields around, picking up pieces of the wreckage (or are we kings in the mud?). This is what I mean by unstoppable redrawing of the spectrum, that living in a constant crisis, in an age when you never get to go back to square one, means not being able to cling to anything other than the residue of our own European revolutions, the century-old wreckage of other people’s psychic breaks. And I don’t really know how sane that is; I want something like a compass to find my way through today’s mysticisms, a tool that allows me to see past individual narcissisms and the ideology whirling underneath the skin. But I feel like I don’t have a vocabulary for that anymore.

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