The Spectacle Is...

a parody nobody asked for

I have returned from visiting friends and family in Europe and my circadian rhythm has been doing the electric snake for over a week. It has not been conducive to writing or thinking. So today I’m going to pull out something from the archive and go back to sleep.

When I read Guy Debord’s Society of the Spectacle a while back (an excellent illustrated digest can be found here), I began jotting down instances of sentences beginning with “the spectacle is…” to help myself get my head around it. The result reminded me of the textual content of Love Is, a series of one-panel comic strips famously described by Homer Simpson (above) as being “about two naked eight-year-olds who are married,” and which is uniquely saccharine and creepy.

So, as with love, one thing led to another.