As an object only. The mind needed to collaborate in making money I think melts itself into a mold of conformist employee. This person in Blake’s words has mind forg’d manacles. Work like a dog and the social system cheats you. Only object fetishism wins with money.
Jack Benny wasn’t robbed in his house. He had borrowed Ronald Colman’s Oscar and was walking home with when he got stuck up on the street. There was a separate sketch on television where two burglars break into his house and are confounded by Jack’s increasingly crazy home security system (including a live tiger inside his wall safe).
So the exact scene I have not looked up. Watched it young -1963 maybe? and I loved it. So neither of the two skits you mentioned fits my memory. And so much the worse for that. As I recall the scene it has the emphasis on the moral question. Choose. Life or Monied Life. Agamben gets to this with his Muselmann. The jest is Jack telling the gunman in his apartment he’d like to think about it.
Now I freely admit without a search this may be from my alternate world. But I have to think it stuck to me. So not a composite. I have a visual black and white scene with the drollery.
Ironic though that Muselmann is a term which refers to prisoners who were also called the ‘walking dead’.
The man in the grey flannel suit say. Or well paid salaryman. The modest wealthy man like Jack, in quiet desperation of things to save his life.
There was also a term for women, Muselweib, but women were usually also categorized as Muselmann. The Muselmann in the camp were too weak to work and had lost the will to live. They were all suffering from a physical and mental condition which was caused by hunger, this is clear. But it was so much more than that too. Theirs was a grinding level of misery; a misery caused not only by hunger, but by their awareness of the hopelessness of the situation they were in. A hopelessness that was grounded in their daily lives by the extreme de-humanization they endured.
Poignant. This is what retirement is for. To dream, and to live another day. Money helps, on both scores.
As an object only. The mind needed to collaborate in making money I think melts itself into a mold of conformist employee. This person in Blake’s words has mind forg’d manacles. Work like a dog and the social system cheats you. Only object fetishism wins with money.
Jack Benny wasn’t robbed in his house. He had borrowed Ronald Colman’s Oscar and was walking home with when he got stuck up on the street. There was a separate sketch on television where two burglars break into his house and are confounded by Jack’s increasingly crazy home security system (including a live tiger inside his wall safe).
So the exact scene I have not looked up. Watched it young -1963 maybe? and I loved it. So neither of the two skits you mentioned fits my memory. And so much the worse for that. As I recall the scene it has the emphasis on the moral question. Choose. Life or Monied Life. Agamben gets to this with his Muselmann. The jest is Jack telling the gunman in his apartment he’d like to think about it.
Now I freely admit without a search this may be from my alternate world. But I have to think it stuck to me. So not a composite. I have a visual black and white scene with the drollery.
Ironic though that Muselmann is a term which refers to prisoners who were also called the ‘walking dead’.
The man in the grey flannel suit say. Or well paid salaryman. The modest wealthy man like Jack, in quiet desperation of things to save his life.
There was also a term for women, Muselweib, but women were usually also categorized as Muselmann. The Muselmann in the camp were too weak to work and had lost the will to live. They were all suffering from a physical and mental condition which was caused by hunger, this is clear. But it was so much more than that too. Theirs was a grinding level of misery; a misery caused not only by hunger, but by their awareness of the hopelessness of the situation they were in. A hopelessness that was grounded in their daily lives by the extreme de-humanization they endured.
My mother oft quoted this poem.
It's the phones more than the work now that makes no time for observing nature. Even people sitting in the park.
Sad I agree. My mother loved Kipling. On our frige we had taped IF.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
This is on you! https://open.substack.com/pub/courageouslionjusmeumtuebor/p/j6-survivor-story?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=osptl