# recently developed rsi that is have been badly mangled in the wheels of 'the repetitive strain injury of daily (art as) work under capitalism' that is for three and a half years i sat in the middle of an old sagging couch with a bent back and flared out wrists using a mouse and lousy plastic keyboard the combined effect of lack of general movement - lack of possibility of meaningful upward social mobility (directly due to rich people of whiteness owning the very system designed to steal all the wealth for the themselves) combined with the ultra-specific repetitive moments required to make art as i do - repeatedly and mechanically pressing plastic keys and moving a mouse pointer on a screen - have directly resulted in type ii diabetes high blood pressure and now 'rsi' - which is only ever really the effect of being caught in the gears of the capitalist work state; the grinding down of the gears of one's health for the pathological greed and profit of others i am also fully aware of speaking like this as i am in the way i am - the very method of sentence construction - will for a significant portion of the current uk population make me sound exactly like an idiotic character out of an old 70's uk tv comedy show called citizen smith - that even the mere mention of capitalism in a 'negative' light or simply outside of 'the money program' (wow remember that great opening theme) makes one sound nuts - or at least like some caricature of 60s lefty radicalism complete with beret and che the guava student poster - some hopelessly and impossibly distant laughably obsolete private 'commie'(tm) utopia that is before capitalism fully colonized our collective imaginations and effectively bulldozed any possible effective ideological opposition and threw up low cost (for the developer) housing in its dreary wake - queue the old yoke about naming suburban developments after the very things that were killed in order to create them - 'the swans' - 'the beech trees' - 'willow close' - 'an at least nominally passable sense that all was not last after the last land grab cash in and that some of the timeless magic that defined ancient forever sleeping albion that distant misty isle of adventure and infinite mystery' (although they shortened the last one to 'land grab homes for the elderly avenue') nowadays capitalism is still up there for 'the single word most voted to be wilfully and systematically ignored and somehow regarded as irrevocable concrete bedrock reality that literally cannot be mentioned or discussed because it's the very air we breathe (choke on) and doing so makes one sound like something out of an obsolete era of ignorant luddite lefty nutjobs who everyone else has (apparently) long evolved up into the perfect and eternal light of contemporary postmodern global ludocapitalist hyperspectacle' it's like when that ape in planet of the apes asks "what other way would it be" and one wishes the reply had been "now **there's** a good question" **//** the private health care idiots i mistakenly called up about the possibility of having an injection and a scan for my severe pain just gave me - in the immortal ancient irish words so brilliantly used in that dreadful yet enjoyable deniro movie ronin "nothing but a bunch of flocking lames" - two now possibly three rounds of nothing but (rote!) 'customer feedback questionnaires' complete with (and i kid you not because the hour is getting late now and we should not talk falsely) smiley faces rating one's over-the-phone clinician why the heck would i give you any feedback when you've not given me a single damn thing i'm seeking as a consumer - in this case immediate effective medical pain release no never mind about actually addressing my actual pain and suffering you copper wire inventing money pinching vampire lizards - just keep asking me endless sounds of bs questions and doing 'exercises' to correctly engage my current level of **agonizing pain** as i'd already previously told you twice before - just let me provide **you** with free feedback - not as you assume i would assume 'in order to improve your service' but only ever that you harvest ever more of my private healthcare data so you can monetize it - turn every damn thing that was solid into the refined fiscal air of global ludocapitalist hyperspectacle i'm so tired i could puke; it's a personal wonder to why more ceo 'unhealthnotcare' pond slime haven't already been personally / permanently downsized mario's brother style (you see by experiencing the exact same pain - although nowhere near the intensity or for remotely as long - i think i now know a little something about kurtz that wasn't already on the file; pain as a possible shortcut to compassionate empathy and a shared forced perspective shift) am off out to the shops for some kind of deep heat compress or something will pick up these threads later // republic of bob