Philosophy, absorbed into Organisational Management! Philosophy, become part of the Organisational Management extended universe! Philosophy, drawn into the Organisational Management orbit!
Why has Organisational Management seized upon us? Why have we aroused Organisational Management’s interest? We tried to be unobtrusive. We tried to camoflague ourselves. We kept quiet. We stuck our heads over no parapet.
We did what we were told, pretty much. We played along with all the university idiocies. We followed the rules. We didn’t ask any questions. And we were ignored, for the most part. We were left to get on with it …
The Organisational Management move.
A comedy. A farce. But who’s laughing? A black comedy. Comedy of a time without rules, without centre. Comedy of a time when anything goes and everything goes. Comedy of a time beyond satire. That satirises itself, and no one notices.
Comedy of a time without the old norms, without the old values. Without a shared sense of what is just, what is unjust. Comedy of a time where the old values have been swept away, carried away.
Anomic comedy. Abyssal comedy. Comedy that laughs at itself laughing, and at the futility of laughing at itself laughing. Comedy after tragedy, after face.
Organisational Management regard us as an object of interest. Of curiosity. They’re interested in us. Would that they weren’t interested! Would that they were perfectly indifferent! Would that they simply ignore us! Would that they let us simply exist in our corner, more or less unnoticed.
Intolerable! That’s what it is. Unendurable! Why do we have to be put through these things?
Omoi! Omoi! That’s we should cry, like tragic heroes. But it isn’t even tragic, that’s the thing. We don’t even have tragic grandeur, that’s the pity of it. It’s less than tragic. It’s pathetic. Laughable. Derisory.
The Organisational Management move.
A comedy. A farce. But who’s laughing? A black comedy. Comedy of a time without rules, without centre. Comedy of a time when anything goes and everything goes. Comedy of a time beyond satire. That satirises itself, and no one notices.
Comedy of a time without the old norms, without the old values. Without a shared sense of what is just, what is unjust. Comedy of a time where the old values have been swept away, carried away.
Anomic comedy. Abyssal comedy. Comedy that laughs at itself laughing, and at the futility of laughing at itself laughing. Comedy after tragedy, after face.
Work in Progress 