Has anyone here ever read this? I have yet to finish it, but it seems there is a distinct difference between this 'Bloom Theory' and the more recent concept of 'a Bloomer'. However, I wonder how much these can fit together given the name. I am also curious to hear anyone's thoughts on it, as it's a bit of a mindfuck.

It was written in part by some of those who wrote "The Coming Insurrection", for the record. While The Coming Insurrection is much more overtly political, Bloom Theory is more a philosophical musing on many of the same themes expressed in The Coming Insurrecton.

Also, entirely random, but both Bloom Theory are certified :train-gang:, as both mention the high-speed rail networks of France that were later targeted by authors of/those inspired by The Coming Insurrection/ Bloom Theory.

"Our era is reducing itself to one single, basic reality, and to amusement in that reality. More and more visibly, our contemporary non-societies — those imperative fictions — endlessly populate themselves with pariahs and parvenus. And the parvenus are themselves merely pariahs that have betrayed their condition and would like to make it forgotten by all means — but it always ends up biting them in the ass. One might also say, following another line of demarcation, that there’s nothing left of these times but idlers and the disturbed, and that the disturbed are in the end no more than idlers trying to cheat on their own essential inaction. Will the pursuit of “deep feelings,” of “intense life,” which seems to be so many desperate people’s last reason to live, ever really distract them fully from the fundamental emotional tone that inhabits them: boredom?

The reigning confusion is the result of the planetary deployment of all these false paradoxes, under which our central truth nevertheless is born. And this truth is that we are tenants of an existence which is a kind of exile, in a world which is a desert, that we’ve been thrown out into this world with no mission to accomplish, with no place assigned us, and no recognizable filiation — abandoned. That we are at the same time so little and already too much.

True politics, ecstatic politics, begins there. With a brutal and all-enveloping laugh. (:joker-dancing: ) With a laugh that undoes the pathos oozing out of the so-called problems of “joblessness,” “immigration,” “precariousness,” and “marginalization.”

There’s no social problem in unemployment, just the metaphysical fact of our own idleness.

There’s no social problem in immigration, just the metaphysical fact of our own foreignness.

There’s no social problem in precariousness or marginalization, just this inexorable existential reality that we’re all alone, dying of it alone in the face of death,

that we are all, for all eternity, finite beings.

You decide what’s serious about that and what’s just social entertainment.

The era that opened in 1914, where the illusion of “modern times” completed its decomposition while simultaneously metaphysics completed its self-realization, saw the ontological burst out into history in its pure state and on all levels. Such tectonic upsurges of truth appear in those rare moments where the lie of civilizations starts to crumble. Our times are part of a curious constellation, which includes the decline of the middle ages and the first Gnostic centuries of our era. The same Mood [Stimmung] expresses itself everywhere, with the same radicalness: finiteness, perdition, separation. “Modern times” and the Christian west were born before that from such outbursts, as a reaction.

This kinship keeps us from considering the emotional tone that dominated the twentieth century as simple “malaise in civilization.” And it’s not about subjective dispositions, nor some capricious propensity towards despair or disapproval: no, this tone is, on the contrary, the most obvious one of our era, one that THEY work ceaselessly to repress, at every stage in its advancement.

It’s not that men have — negatively — “lost their bearings”; it’s rather that they have positively become Blooms.

BLOOM IS THE FINAL UPSURGE OF THE NATIVE.

From now on there’s nothing anywhere but Bloom and Bloom’s escape.