Monday, 17 November 2008

Vanwa Hîni.


Power. Authority. Influence. Dominance. Puissance.

In a very Nietzschean spirit, I've come to the conclusion that there are, in fact, two kinds of people. The kind who prefers to dominate, and the kind who more than willingly accepts their position as a subordinate. Simultaneously, however, all people want to feel significant, important and needed. They want to, at the very least, consider themselves as people of influence. They want their opinions and values to be embraced by others, preferably the majority.

The dominating impose these opinions and values upon the dominated, which adopt them as their own simply because it is what the majority assumes to be correct, so to speak. This is how the subordinate assume the illusion of influence, by considering their opinions and values to be a result of an analytical conclusion of their own making, when in fact they have, much like the majority of other people, simply embraced what the dominating have persuaded them to. The result being that everyone considers themselves influential and significant, a deviant and a nonconformist. When in fact very few actually are. Which does not matter really, since everyone, at the end of the day, is more or less happy with their situation. This concept is, to some extent, what philosopher Antonio Gramsci calls hegemony, which, according to him, is what the contemporary, consumerist society revolves around.

Problems arise, however, as communities form with the majority being of the dominating kind. I, in fact, witness this phenomenon on a daily basis, as I am involved in the student council of the humanistic institution at my university. This council and its meetings could just as easily be referred to as an arena for a battle between peacocks. Simultaneously, it is a stage for weaselly rogues stabbing each other in the back, all the while smiling. I find these plays they put up interesting and worth observing and cogitating on, but at the end of the day, I find myself wondering if it really is worth it. Despite not joining in and playing along, I feel abhorrence and despise after I've witnessed it. It is exhausting to be a part of, to say the least.

People really don't change as they age, they just grow old; and still, at a seemingly adult age, they keep uttering the phrase, "you can't play in our sandbox". They simply exchange the words for other ones.


I seize on little things
you can tell
a lot about people
by the way
they comb their hair
or the way they don't look
you in the eye

I have prided myself
on being in
the great tradition
albeit circus
that the show 
must go on
though in my community
the vernacular is

one monkey don't stop the show.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Spot on! This is something that I myself have been contemplating for a while... or have I? Was the idea perhaps just thrust upon me by minds much greater than my own?

There are two types of people in the world - those who believe that there are two types of people, and those who do not.