Like a poisonous spider.
We seem to be somewhat indifferent and impressed by the way politics spins webs that none of us realise are designed to collect food. Those feeding off those dropping, or being swatted like flies, are the politicians and their class elite – including one of the best remunerated civil servants in mankind’s history, the Queen – who designate the proletarians as those to be affected by and made less free by the legislation these economic and social class oligarchs produce.
They hide in the shadows of the market as a kind of god-like randomness that conceals their specific coercive and dictatorial ideology of class-ridden feudalism. The poisonous element in this analogy is the intent because, logically, if they don’t have a specific project, they shouldn’t run a country, but we all know the case is that they do know what will happen, but to their eternal shame, they simply do not care if the consequences affect the working-class of this country adversely.
The splendour of a spider web is something to behold, especially on those mornings that hold the dampness of an overnight downpour glistening on it. However, it is difficult to admire the kind of webs politicians spin. Whilst a spider spins these wonderful things merely to get food as a natural and unthinking – in human terms – activity, we must expect more of human organisers of human societies.
The weft and weave of the politicos’ web is the high tensile yet thin on logic and consistency rhetoric that winds semantic disingenuousness, spins it out and creates a sticky network of what could be described as lies. Remember the classic thread that underpinned so much of the unspeak of the nineties and beyond, that they were being “economical with the truth.” This firmly establishes the seemingly natural approach to their position of power and their contempt for the populace in describing lying in such a way.
With politicians acting something like comic strip villains, the spider analogy can be extended to the encouragement to the small, nobody, the human fly, feeling like a superhero. The sense of localised control with the gadget in the hand mimicking the ‘go web, go’ excitement of the fledgling Spiderman. The web is now carried around in the guise of freedom, when it is actually a form of extended surveillance. The phenomenal potential is being realised through the surveillance logic of a frightened and somewhat lost populace, who actually buy these electronic tagging devices with the naivety of a fly entering the web by flying about without shared purpose, thereby rendering themselves easy pickings for the mindset behind the web: the internet being the psuedo social space, in lieu of the physical spaces once frequented that weren’t merely super and hypermarkets which, in effect see the wings atrophy and make escape improbable but not impossible, if only the flies would realise the possibilities of actually using the gadgets, rather than being used and manipulated into the corporate webs.
We now with irritating complacency call the web based sites social networks when we still seem unable to, or in certain parts of the web, and at work in a corporate enclaves of localised yet universally inculcated edicts serving the one single ideology that coerces interactivity and even forbids social ‘networking’ excepting, of course, the intermittent ‘beano’ where in between playing on the hand held gadgets, the flies get shit-faced and act in practiced hysteria, much like the fly realising it is caught in the web and oblivion is inevitable. The internet is cynically controlled to encourage cynicism and an absolute reality that is immutable. Flight control is the key but without belief in the reality of possibility ‘there’s nothing that can be done’.
Even the TV is becoming a significant part of the extended surveillance web but because it is in High Definition, we accept it. The situation where the sharper picture seduces the fly with many eyes but not one that wants to see the actual environment around them. The flies buzz busily, with contrived efficiency, on a sharper turd perched precariously on the edge of an abyss that will see the end of humanity in and for itself.
A beautiful artistic construct.
Returning to the sight of the spider web glistening with early morning frost or rain just fallen, we can see how wonderful these natural constructs can be. I defy anyone to look at such a marvel of skillful dexterity and not be in wonderment. Analogous to the potential of the world wide web and the internet and its devices that facilitate the portability of appreciation of such beauty. The key is to remember how we look, how we see, how we apprehend reality and its nuanced beauty, as long as we keep in sight the possibility that reality mutually agreed, can reflect the same kind of natural endeavour of spiders that produce their surroundings evincing beauty not ugliness.