All That Is Solid Melts Into Air
I turn to Marx as a poet, rather than an economist, only the anarcho-primitivism of Zerzan gives me any hope for the past. Modernism and architecture; the slave trade and industrialisation; grassroots religious, class and folk histories; and informal economies answer some questions. The turbulences of the epochal capitalist accumulations of 18th and 19th centuries help me to gather an internationalist understanding of where we find ourselves in the 21st century. I feel we suspected the Modern as a slick mediator of capitalist expansion far too late. I scour back through time to unearth quasi-utopic pasts and depend on ‘other’ histories from esoteric religions, Marxist academics, carnival characters and revolutionary stories to garner scraps of revelation. I see no futures only the past. Haiti is my sole speculative.