How much more bourgeoise can a movement be than one so fixed on the life of the urbanite. How much more bourgeoise can a movement be than one which finds more narcissistic entertainment in the act of grabbing a mirror and observing oneself for hours. Oh, society! Oh, Mac’ciety! A society? More like a thousand chimpanzees with typewriters, all dressed like Andy Warhol and force fed a diet of nothing but burger.
NO innovation in this prose,
NO important commentary,
JUST SOME FRIEs
And to prove the bourgeois nature of this movement, and prove it before the movement even starts, we shall observe the accident of the removal of character names in parts of the text: this movement tries to larp as subversive, attacking the common aesthetic, or the classical form of prose; but this “attack” is superficial because we can only see a subversion in the management of the flow of the prose, which imitates what would otherwise be an internet discussion. The structure of the story however, which follows the character or their journey itself, is tied to the usual way of writing: a character that can be envisioned having a journey from point A to point B in a linear time/space progression. And when you show this to THEM, and truly subvert the structure of story by destroying the way to conceptualize a protagonist and giving them the same importance of any other word (as it should be) you get attacked by bourgeoise city intellectuals crying that their structure (the structure they seem to hate) has been truly subverted.
You have revived the horror with your superficial pursuit of subversion, you have zombiefied burgerpunk.
Nothing more to say, burgerpunk is dead and well.
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