Absurdity again. Bill Kirton

It’s probably a form of cheating but I’m going to open this October blog with exactly the same formulation I used last month. However, I do have what I think is a good reason for it. The blog (not the reason) begins like this: ‘For this month’s blog I had thought of conveying my despair, anger and profound sadness at the appalling inhumanity, cynicism, failures, and uncaring responses of those in power to such devastating news on all fronts’.

In September I meant it, but it was also an excuse for offering what I claimed would be a little ‘light relief’ from the prevailing mayhem. Since then, however, the 'despair, anger and sadness' have been further compounded at a much more intense level by the details of the ordeal undergone by Sarah Everard at the hands of a serving policeman. Not only that but since he abducted, raped and murdered her, 81 more women in the UK have been killed, probably by men, and new statistics reveal that only 2% of reported rapes in the UK end in a prosecution.

The fact that fellow humans – people apparently like us – are capable of such callous, mindless cruelty and that the official response to it seems so uncaring is very hard to absorb and yet it’s a ‘truth’ (albeit one which makes no sense). Even while deploring it, an easy, convenient way of accommodating it would be to characterise its unnatural extremes and comprehensive meaninglessness as absurd because, in the overall context of human interactions nothing about such acts can be said to ‘mean’ anything. But taking that route is, in most respects, akin to semi-sanitising it. Such things are way beyond absurd. In fact, we don’t have an adjective strong enough to express their inhumanity, their distance from any form of acceptable, ‘meaningful’ conduct.

Faced with the inexplicable, the senselessness, the apparent arbitrariness of things, Camus identified absurdity as a potential source of despair but, more importantly according to him, the very fact that we recognise it offers us an opportunity to take action against it, fight it, resist its ubiquity. I’m a huge admirer of his but I think he got this one wrong. Absurdity isn’t just a concept, it’s a reality, a fact beyond our understanding, and it renews and manifests itself constantly in different ways. It’s not a phenomenon one can ‘conquer’ or ‘overcome’. It questions the fundamentals of who we are, of what everything is. It's an appalling inevitability.

Umberto’s recent blog, Murder Most Casual, deplored both the lack of rigour in the investigations of some specific murders and the background against which they were conducted – a background he labelled as one of ‘unabashed public criminality’. Nothing compares with the specific horrors inflicted on Sarah Everard, but the collective cynicism of those currently at the head of UK society, their carelessness of the damage caused by their decisions (or lack of), their wilful insistence on their way being the only correct one is, at the public level, making absurdity the norm. Their values (a totally inappropriate word in the circumstances) relate in no way to those whose lives they’re destroying. And it goes further. The people who elected them must know (or, at the very least, suspect) that their leaders are lying and yet it seems that most of them may intend to vote the same way. They see these people playing political games, manipulating statistics, and their support makes them complicit in the lies and deceits.

And now, for our delectation, on top of all this we have the Pandora Papers. At private and public levels we’re in a new Dark Age and there are definitely more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy..


Sandra Horn said…
Bill, I don't know what to say to this powerful piece, except that we cannot and must not give way to despair because it weakens resolve. No-one is insignificant, even though it feels like it sometimes. Shine on.
Peter Leyland said…
Ah Bill, yes I hear the despair and anger in your voice. We have things that I think can cary us through the horrors - Art in Picasso's Guernica, Writing in Waiting for Godot, Music in Dylan's A Hard Rain's a Gonna Fall; Religion - When Sarah Everard was murdered I spoke at our Friends' meeting that my wife and I often attend.

Nothing suits everybody, I know, but writing about this in the way you have connects people on this site and others, and can reverberate with the 'goodness' around, although sometimes this is hard to find. Take care, from Peter.
Bill Kirton said…
Thanks, Sandra and Peter. Sorry to scoop a little misery into your day, but don’t worry, it’s not my modus vivendi (which is what de Pfeffel might say, unless it’s the correct formulation, in which case, he wouldn’t). Despair has never suited me (not even the fashionable type), while Godot et al have always been a joy (albeit of the wry variety). I think the correct label to put on it all is resignation, while acknowledging the fact that the asylum has not only been taken over by ordinary inmates, but many with delusions of adequacy.
Reb MacRath said…
Bill, if this really is Farewell, it's the art of the Bye-less goodbye. Not at all what I expected. And too beautifully written to be really depreessing.
Bill Kirton said…
Thanks, Reb. I certainly would hate to depress you or anyone. It's just that sometimes acquiescing to the idiocy of it all can seem like an endorsement.
Eden Baylee said…
Glad I finally read this Bill. A well written and thoughtful piece. I'm sure you were seething as you thought about all the injustices suffered, not to mention the awfulness of those in power who do nothing about it.

Some people fucking suck and should just die. We've had this conversation before, so you know I won't mince words here.

Thanks for writing and for your honesty.

Bill Kirton said…
Thanks, Eden. How nice to have some Canadian vernacular as a comment.

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