The World’s Fucked (Frankie – 2007)
This article was originally published in Frankie Magazine #18
A reliable source (girl in pub) once told me that Astro Boy was originally set in 1995. Whether or not it’s true, it does reinstall the notion that we probably have a right to feel ripped off by the ‘future.’ Twelve years on from that fictional target, and I see no flying cars (Barina’s with wings never took off, didn’t they learn anything from skateboards?) and we’re no closer to living on mars, although I’d like to forward the conspiracy theory that the governments are trying to slowly turn Earth into Mars in a hope to better understand its atmosphere. The 80’s TV show ‘Beyond 2000’ planted the seeds of a hyper-advanced proto-world complete with robots performing an operation (the board game, sure, but they didn’t buzz once), a clothesline that activated a rooftop when it rained, and Virtual Reality everything. (Frogger 2000 man…you ARE the frog). I don’t remember the episode where coal is still our miracle mineral, the world’s population is set to double, and that NASA will call off all space shuttle expeditions due to the issue of foam peeling off the fuel tank. C’mon, are they a work for the dole participant now?
The World’s Fucked. Officially. Apparently. It’s the subliminal catch-cry of the Now generation. We all hear about it, we all kind of know it, but we try not to think about it. Sometimes, we talk about it – mainly at parties at 3am, just before the guitar comes out and everyone asks what the taxi number is. I’ve honed the conversation down to a micro-art – “Yeah, global warming, terrorism…hmmm.” Then I allow for three seconds of pensive face and side-eyes before swigging some home brew and rating the new Josh Pyke album. Does that make me superficially delusional, or pragmatically optimistic? I like to think I’m better than the self-absorbed trendy-tragics yuppying away on public transport – yet I can’t mine the passion to relate to members of Greenpower charities. Am I doing enough to save the earth? Am I the self-absorbed twat? I realise there’s a force in play much more crippling than Al-quaida, climate change or the I.R. reforms of a right wing government – guilt! Lower-middle class guilt. Ow! It burns. The goggles do nothing.
When September 11 happened I was out on my Uncle’s property in Michaelago, NSW, squeezing out my major writing project for Uni, a comedic play about the music industry. For the week previous I’d never been so intensely embroiled in my own art and ideas – one overcast morning I heard the dramatic static of voices on the radio, and spent the rest of the day glued to the worry membrane of the outside world. My play now seemed comical for the wrong reasons, how hilarious that I should sit writing quietly under the delusion that it had any significance at all, when on the other side of the planet terrorists were branding history with a flaming insignia of fear. I finished the play, but since then I barely read the paper or get embroiled in political discussions. My emotional intelligence finds it too bleak, and decides that it is better spent writing, gigging and loving my friends and family. If only that was enough for Centrelink.
The truth is, I do feel powerless to change anything significantly. If my ‘leader’ who I didn’t vote for can’t even sign the Kyoto agreement, then how much power can I gain from buying Safe toilet paper and The Big Issue? Plenty. Life is a daily perspective festival – my protest comes from a determination that I refuse to have my spirit watered down by the hangover of mankind’s thousand year drunken rampage. I refuse to adopt the defeatist attitude of pub dregs, dribbling through another pint going ‘what’s it fuckin’ matter, it’s all gonna end.’ I ride through the muck with a shield of quiet concern, a sword of wit and creativity on a very wonky horse of metaphors.
My main worry is Beck. He’s gone from ‘Two turntables and a microphone’ to ‘It’s getting darker. We dance alone this way.’ When Beck’s depressed, then something really is wrong.
the worlds not fucked…humans are
the world isnt fucked, day time television is fucked
I thought it might interest you to know that your page is the first hit listed when you google the phrase “The world is fucked”.
Aptly, I had been searching for philosophical musings on the point.
“we’re no closer to living on mars, although I’d like to forward the conspiracy theory that the governments are trying to slowly turn Earth into Mars in a hope to better understand its atmosphere”
GENIOUS… haha, thanks for writing this… knowing others feel the same way about shit makes it bearable in times of deep desperation.
Thanks! Yeah, certainly other people feel the same way. The phrase ‘the world is fucked’ is the number four top thing in google that people find my website with.
Not too bad. I still fit that lil part o’ the drinkers drowning themselves in pity and fear?; not just their own but still.
This world is no longer a happy place I was told to believe in books and school as a child. Then again it is easier to see the turmoil to come maybe, when you are “alone”. So pour me another… I just wish I had the choice to go down fighting rather than to just sit there… idle. We need something to open our minds.. hell screw it.. bring on the aliens or something else “unworldly” .. we need it… it is near time. We don’t really have a purpose anymore if you think about it… no longer is it really survival; no longer is it protecting our country from another… its about money and power.. … so bring on the lil’ green people. We need another thing to kill instead of each other.. its getting boring.
I believe I can help
Humans – individually, quite wonderful – as a whole – a bit shit.
What is the worst thing that can happen? What if this was as good as it gets? The stars are the energy bulbs of past ego’s who loved and hated in equal measure – who are we to play down their quest? It is not us and them, or now and then. We are a stream, a beam, a troubled team. A series of individuals pelted down to earth like electric rain, each unaware of the thousands before. Who are we to refuse this ultimate in quirky Christmas gifts? We are handed it, by a world that peers down with dark, strong eyes to see if we like it. Maybe it will fit, maybe it won’t. Perhaps you will be grateful, perhaps you won’t. No, you didn’t ask for it, but you must understand, it had to be given.
The earth will probably be fine, we need to worry about its habitability for ourselves, specifically maintaining (i.e. not fucking up) the systems which sustain life such as ours. The earth will probably be fine, most life on the earth may experience some drastic changes but it will not be the first great extinction our planet has experienced, and it will doubtful be the last. In fact many humans will probably be alright, granted they will be the ones living in the industrialized countries which have the resources to better cope with the changing climate, while the less-developed countries suffer for it.
In the end does the universe really care what happens on our planet, does it matter? We are one rock orbiting a star which is not unique, in a small spiral arm of one of billions of galaxies. Our entire planet, species, culture/civilization – is a tiny insignificant spec in the universe. Our sun will, in 4-5 billion years expand and consume our planet, and all life on it (if life still exists on our planet at that time) will die. But the universe will go on for who knows how many billion years regardless of what happens to us on this planet.
But you know why it does matter? Because this is our tiny insignificant spec of a planet. We live here. If we don’t want to try and make it better, then we might as well give up and die, cause no but us cares. I choose to try, even if I suspect such motivation comes pre-programmed into our genes. I will try to make this world better.
I like the way you write, it’s funny how I came across this website.. Try typing The World’s Fucked on google and this page comes up. I typed this after checking a few pages talking about interest rate rises. I’m a bit like you, I don’t like to talk about it, nor do I like to think about it. I don’t think you should feel guilt, and maybe you’ve thought to much about it too much. What is it exactly? Skeptics say some bru-ha-ha about the future of our lonely planet. I like saying that, Lonely Planet. The planet is lonely after all. There’s nothing else out there. It’s just us. I don’t mind, I live my life on the basis of the following principles: Ignorance is bliss and
Life Goes On! Kapow! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂
As individuals we are awesome. As a whole – a bit shit. I can’t see that maths equation being solved in our lifetime. The earth’s population is set to rise by half in 40 years and we’re running out of food and resources now. It’s bad maths. Keep watching those gloomy documentaries until you’re ankle deep in water and bogans with guns are kicking down your door to steal your food.
we were lied too!.. keep it simple, and move forward. Shut out the programming around you.
Have you given any kind of thought at all with converting your current website in to Chinese? I know a couple of of translaters here that will might help you do it for no cost if you want to get in touch with me personally.
thanks here, will don’t