For those who are out stampeding each other for flat-screen TVs, and for those forced to work so others can get their amazing deals, here’s my usual Black Friday post:

When asked if the news of the day surprised him anymore, the poet Joseph Brodsky—who grew up in Soviet Russia and came to America in his early thirties—said in part,

It certainly doesn’t surprise me. I think the world is capable of only one thing basically—proliferating its evils. That’s what time seems to be for…. The only thing that surprises me is the frequency, under the present circumstances, of instances of human decency, of sophistication, if you will. Because basically the situation—on the whole—is extremely uncongenial for being decent or right.[i]

Or, as it was said more than a millennia earlier: “It has gotten to the point where there is nowhere that the ugliness of opportunism does not exist.”[ii]

And even earlier: “I have also noted that all labor and skillful enterprise come from men’s envy of each other—another futility and pursuit of wind!”[iii]

Every now and then it is worth reminding ourselves of this: how the worst of politics and bureaucracy and technology and culture have combined to make decency to ourselves or others barely possible, and that, by and large, this has always been so. And it is worth noting that, as a result, most people are sad and miserable.

This may sound melodramatic, but this is only because such a realization is so huge and so unlikely to change, and its tentacles so ubiquitous. But for all that, it is no less true, or tragic. As it has been said about another event, where the number of victims is so large it can destroy our ability to empathize: “a single Anne Frank excites more emotion than the myriads who suffered as she did but whose image has remained in the shadows. Perhaps it is necessary that it can be so. If we had to and were able to suffer the sufferings of everyone, we could not live.”[iv]

Yet we must find some way to live with the knowledge of all of this suffering.

Consider how many people don’t make a living doing something they love. Consider how many people spend eight or more hours a day doing what they would rather not do, or doing what doesn’t even get them by, merely to live the remaining hours of the day, many of which are taken up by sleep. Day in, day out, for months, years, and decades.

And even more: the jobs we have in corporate or cultural fields, in technology and education and retail, only feed into the supposed importance and need for what these industries are selling, even though they do not satisfy. The money we earn is given away to pay for movies and music and TV and the internet, whose purveyors do not aspire to improve our lives, but simply to keep us watching, listening, clicking, and buying; or we pay for “food” from companies who do not want us to be healthy, just to continue to eat and eat. And to pay for these things, even more of our money goes to credit card companies and banks that are more profitable the more irresponsible and in debt we are. And to help all of this along are advertisers, who again have no desire to improve our lives, but actually to make them worse, to create new needs and desires where previously there were none.

In a very real way, none of these companies actually cares about us, since their success depends upon our servitude. They are obsessed with making sure we give no one and no thing our undivided attention; they are obsessed with making sure we do as many things at one time as possible; they are obsessed with us focusing more on who is speaking and how they sound rather than on what they’re saying; they are obsessed with turning our days and nights into a grid of time given to various entertainments, to the collecting of our interests, and the transformation of all of us into mere statistics.

Very little of what they create are meant to be total experiences: instead, they must be talked about and criticized whether ironically or cleverly. Very little of what they create are made to engage our entire attention, and as a result there is no present moment here, only a perpetually distracted and discursive and categorizing one. In religion, this is called theology; in everyday life, it’s just the mass of sludge that is popular opinion.

The other side of this, of course, is that corporations are so good at enabling our addictions to what we do not need only because we aren’t very good at resisting them; and that politics and bureaucracy and technology and culture have made decency to ourselves and others so hard only because we have allowed this to happen.

There would be no need to exploit our loneliness and desire to belong; no need to exploit our desire to attach ourselves to famous people or to personalities or to big ideas—religious, political, cultural, historical—and the illusion of large and sweeping answers; and there would be no need to exploit our desire for distraction or our desire for the easiest and cheapest culture or food or technology, if we did not desire these things already, if we did not choose to eat, watch, spend, and live irresponsibly.

The following two statements were written about thirteen hundred years apart, yet could easily have been written today:

This present generation is wretchedly corrupt. It is full of pride and hypocrisy. It works as hard as the Fathers of old, but it has none of their graces. And yet there has been no era so much in need of spiritual gifts as today.[v]

I cannot help but regret that I did not live 50 or 100 years sooner. Life is too full in these times to be comprehensible. We know too many cities to be able to grow into any of them … too many friends to have any real friendships, too many books to know any of them well, and the quality of our impressions gives way to the quantity, so that life begins to seem like a movie, with hundreds of kaleidoscopic scenes flashing on and off our field of perception, gone before we have time to consider them.[vi]

That every generation has felt this way does not change or dilute the truth of such feelings, or change the essential character of how life is lived now, and in some ways always has been, or make it any less regrettable: the fact that we are own masters, but even more our own slaves.

[i] Interviewed in “The Art of Poetry #28,” The Paris Review no. 38, spring 1982; http://www.theparisreview.org/interviews/3184/the-art-of-poetry-no-28-joseph-brodsky.

[ii] Quoted in Classics of Buddhism and Zen, Volume 1, tr. Thomas Cleary, 65.

[iii] Ecclesiastes 4:4.

[iv] Primo Levi, The Drowned and the Saved, 56.

[v] John Climacus, The Ladder of Divine Ascent, tr. Colm Luibheid and Norman Russell, 236.

[vi] George F. Kennan, The Kennan Diaries, ed. Frank Costigliola, 43.

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7 thoughts on “Happy Black Friday

  1. the pace of changing scenery that you describe is a relatively new phenomenon. through all of recorded (widely taught and accepted) human history people have lived in small communities with their clansfolk, all of whom they knew intimately. hopefully we can begin to reclaim some of that interconnectedness, but on a global scale. there are people who i consider friends on every continent. unfortunately there is a ‘master’ caste which is keeping humanity under enormous artificial stress by this system of arbitrary wealth, power and violence, keeping us so artificially indebted that we never have a spare moment in which to stop and take stock of the great abundance we actually enjoy.

  2. Tim lad, you speak so much truth, really, truly— i couldn’t have put it better myself, haha. This is how i feel about the whole shebang of now. i am actually trying to cut out some things & bring focus; i don’t know if i am succeeding, but i have been rereading & spending more time going back over chapters of texts, to get it to slink in. i have quit tv, pretty much entirely & took to podcasts, but just a handful on subjects that feel important, or at least useful to my endeavours. Anything that is merely entertainment has been relegated to the very rare occasions i may get home before the 7:30 movie on tv, which i will usually watch half of before retiring to my cot.
    But you know, people are always doing this (what i have just unknowingly done): giving some mild mannered defense of what they do, implying what everyone else should be doing, or defending their decisions to do what is generating the manufacture of so much blase, uninspired gabble, that we just flick through to say “watched it.” It doesn’t help, really; i don’t really get the “i watch (do, accept) it, but…” as if they’re different (or i am different, i include myself in this bracket) because they are marginally conscious of their folly; the irony of THEM doing it somehow worthy of forgiveness.
    i doubt it will occur, but i’d be happy to see a paring back of the volume of stuff coming out. i don’t see how or why that would happen considering demand, but especially tv with its huge waste of resources used to churn out something people, on the whole watch once & only because it is linear. Think of the energy it takes & money for something to be so passively engaged with?
    But then again, isn’t this freedom to art what cultures have fought for the right to have? Isn’t it just the logical extension of massive amounts of freedom, so much so that it controls us, controls to the point that, for it to be whittled now would be an affront to freedom of choice? i dunno, i am just a very very very confused poet.

  3. DPM, ages ago I heard the story that it was cheaper for ESPN, then just starting, to broadcast 24hrs rather than 12 or so, only to start up again in the morning. This pretty much seems to be it, there’s no incentive to create or release less, esp when money makes it cheaper; & since social media seems to favor constant cycles of the “new” that’s not new at all. ….it was nice also to write all that as if I’m not even a little bit of an American consumer who loves horrid American fast food…. we’ve got to trade podcasts, I wonder if we intersect anywhere ?

  4. Not surprised one bit about that fella, not a bit. O well, at least in the molasses of so much crap, to find something useful, just from the law of averages becomes much more easier to root out. Send me a list of your podcasts, i am sure somewhere we intersect. i am loving it, i never explored the podcast before & i am pleased with how in depth they are, much better than any documentary.

  5. “Black Friday” indeed. Nicely and ironically named, by someone who understood well what it meant, or not at all. And yet human decency continues to survive against all odds.

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