T H E E N D C O M M U N E

The Crown & Spire

     of Anti-Intellectualism

I will trumpet my scolding critique to intellectualism!

The intellect of the human mind can indeed become infatuated with a serpentine arrogance, a bravado over its own accomplishments, even coming to take pride in its own basal existence... and the intellect can indeed fall in love with its own produce, never casting an eye to anything else but that which itself has created, feeling from it as if caught in the whiff of a lover's scent, as if possessed!  

And when this “intellectual” becomes enamored with his own abstract creations, one must ask oneself if this person is the absolute genius or merely an absolutely average asshole with a very spectacular overbelief in him- or herself.

This is a pathology of ideological or intellectual possession, wherein an ideology or an intellectual arrogance becomes a djinn or a hellish demon, infecting its host with all kinds of subhuman vices…

But the host of this pathology will only leer at you as you point it out. What other eyes will perceive as dumb-founded and uncredited arrogance has become the highest source of pride for the intellectually possessed.

In this, I echo Nietzsche’s great criticism of what he described as the ‘polluted stream’ of philosophy: a stream of words, just mere words. Deep and profound abstractions but existentially useless.

So, I conclude: intellectualism and most philosophy stems from the suffering of an unrootedness with the world. So they want to build their word-castles instead.

The intellectual may love his intellectual produce, but show me the intellectual loving his intellectual produce whilst living the myth of the hero! That is an intellectual i can admire and regard with dignity... but the person doing so is really no longer an intellectual but an existentialist! For this is what separates him from them.

Fuck this masturbatory intellectualism.  Fuck your fancy academies and fuck your theoretical philosophies too: they are heaps of words and not much else. Give me bread and a sword instead and I shall leave you in your castles of aethereal idealisms, with its beautiful windows of stained glass values.