Carnival

The proletariat never tire of saying how the bourgeois needs them, not the other way around. If that should be the case, then why do they stick around? As much as theories of false consciousness abound, they miss a crucial piece, which is the core relationship of the two. The rotten husband acts as though he retains all the power, his wife being a mere receptacle for him - if that were the case, then why is his wife still there?

Yang is eternally desiring to have itself dissolved into the ocean, to be lost in the maze. Yang is as water itself before flow, eternally hungry for emptiness to flow into. The proletariat desires the bourgeois as much as the reverse is true. The yin of the bourgeois requires the yang of the proletariat in order to fuel its empty conduits and pathways, but the yang of the proletariat just as much is constantly hungry for paths to inhabit. Yang can never remain still for very long, its nature being desiring eternal emptiness - empty land, virgin women, new paths, to tread upon.

The John Birch Society in their Blue Book laid out the oncological theory of communism which can be seen in relation to quite a bit of the problems of statehood. In brief, the corpus of society can be seen as disintegrating in the same fashion as a body does when tumors begin to grow from the inside, its cells now growing into new shapes and form untenable to the regular organization of things. The problem of communism is a problem of abnormal growths, growths no longer performing their proper contextual order and thus turning into something profane to the social order, a new life form which operates on bacterial logic and has no inherent value except that which it can attain via parasitism on the host on which its emergent.

Orienting the cell into the proper position in its cortex is the purpose behind so much historical stratification by caste and class. The corpus can only function with clear lines drawn in order to delineate the pathways flows travel in predictable fashion. The corpus’ injuries are those which damage its ability to do this - gunshots tear open tissue and the contents spill out, as fields are salted and resources are thrown into a black hole of burning. The enemy army consumes resources as the cancer cell does, the patient wasting away as the growth forces first dibs on all available.

Bakhtin makes it clear that the Carnival was never a place of genuine revolution - and his description is underselling. The “pressure valve” theory is inaccurate too however, as there is no such thing. Psychological flows are never liquid, but generating. To give a “pressure valve” is in truth to crack a hole in a dam and hope it “vents” the pressure against the concrete - in actuality, it’s the first step of overthrow, giving an inch that becomes a mile as more and more flows down that channel.

The fascination with “the oldest fetish” in bestiality or pseudo-bestiality (various forms of “civilized-barbarian” pairings imagined through history, often in the context of hyper-sexual rape fantasies, sexualized to the point of their losing any relation except lack of diegetic consent with rape) is the same fascination as with the Carnival. The lord is never truly degraded, their degradation is a reaffirmation of the same status quo which they preside over and reinforce through the Carnival. The proletariat’s relationship as the providers of yang through the channels of the bourgeois’ yin are shown in full lurid detail as the Carnival takes place, the pseudo-bestiality imagined showing the highborn woman supposedly degraded, when in fact, all that occurs is the recreation of what underplays the existing hierarchy. The peasant fulfills his place at no single more explicit point than his supposed rape of the queen, marking her, pushing his energy into her, spilling himself out, slicing his veins open to her open mouth, her supposed humiliation leaving her solitary amidst the ruin of his withered jing-less husk.